My Muse // A Frank Iero Fanficton

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     Rose always hated when people made decisions for her, especially when her Dad made them move to Kearny, New Jersey to live with his friends. She almost didn't go until her boyfriend of a year broke up with her, making her want to start a new life. She tries to hide her true self until she meets a strange tattooed boy named Frank //

     "Ugh." I state as we pull up into a driveway of a sketchy looking house. The car stops and my dad looks at me with an apologetic smile. We get out of the 1972 Chevelle and I pop the trunk and grab my suitcase. "Hey at least try to like it here." My dad says and I slam the trunk and roll my eyes. "I'm starting my senior year at a conservative Catholic school, I think I have a right to be pissed." I say as we walk up to the door. My dad rings the doorbell and I step back and wait. 

The door suddenly swings open and I'm greeted by a man with a prominent beer belly in his boxers. "STEVEEE" The man yells and hugs my dad. They chat for a good minute before remembering i'm there.  "And who's this lovely lady?" The man asks and I introduce myself. "I'm Rose, Steve's daughter." "OH MY GOODNESS I haven't seen you since you we're a cute baby, the names Chris. " I smile sweetly and he lets us in the house. I look to the left and there are 2 more guys watching football on a box TV sitting on a dirty lime green couch surrounded by beer bottles. 

"Your room is up the stairs in the last door on the left of the hall." Chris says and I thank him then make my way up the stairs, scrunching my nose at the smell. I get to my room and open the door and step in slowly, the dark wood floor creaks under my feet. I look around and there is a mattress on the floor on top of a grey rug with black sheets and comforter. On the other side of the room there is a nice sized window. I walk over to the window and open it, taking in the fresh air. Then I immediately grab my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and pull one out, putting it in my mouth while trying to find my lighter in my suitcase. After a minute of rummaging through it, I finally find one and light my cigarette. I lean out the window and blow out the smoke and million thoughts running through my mind. I need this fresh start, I need this new life.

A/N HELLO THIS IS MY FIRST FAN FICTION I HAVE WROTE IN LIKE TWO YEARS SO I APOLOGIZE ABOUT THE CRAPPY WRITING!! TY FOR READING