MRC One Shots

The Summer of Fuck It

(A/N: Hey look!! I updated!!)

That summer could have been referred to as a lot of things. It could be referred to as the summer that Gerard Way finally got a job, or the summer that Frank Iero came to town. It could be referred to as the summer Mikey Way finally convinced Ray Toro to go out with him, or the summer Pete Wentz and Patrick stump finally fucking hooked up. It could also be called the summer that Josh Dun taught Tyler Joseph how to commit, or the year the aforementioned Josh Dun found fame in kicking Brendon Urie in the balls. The year Billie Joe Armstrong finally admitted emotions were a thing, or the year Saint Jimmy decided he probably shouldn't pick fights with midgets. The point is, that summer could have been referred to as a lot of things, but most of the previously mentioned kids call it the year of "Fuck It." Because that was the year they all hit fuck it. The year that everything came together and fell apart, all at the same time. And it all started with the arrival of a short little fuck by the name of Frank Iero. It was about a week into summer and Gerard Way was sitting outside on his porch, smoking a cigarette because his mother decided there would be no smoking in the house. Because yea. That was gonna stop him. he found himself starring at a moving truck, watching as a standard family started unloading their shit into the once empty, now full, house across the street. All seemed normal, until a kid that couldn't be any older then 12 walked out of the Uhaul, carrying a guitar almost as big as him, and an amp definitely as big as him. The child made eye contact with Gerard. Well, more he made eye contact with Gerard's cigarette. he bit his lip and disappeared into the home. ~what an odd child~ Gerard thought, taking a drag from his smoke. The kid reappeared and started walking across the street. Gerard sat a little straighter, intrigued. The boy had tattoos, and hair so punk, fucking Saint Jimmy would be jealous. And that's saying something, because he practically invented punk. "Hey, I'm your new neighbor! Can I bum a cigarette?" The kids bluntness took the casual chain smoker aback. "Uh, what?" He asked, "aren't you a little young to smoke?" Punk hair rolled his eyes and groaned. "I'm 17, now, can I have a smoke or not? I haven't had any nicotine in about 10 minutes and my brain is not happy with me." The eldest Ways eyes widened a bit in shock as he handed the ki-... seven-fucking-teen year old a cancer stick. "Well alright then...I'm Gerard" punk hair took the smoke gratefully and lit it, smiling to himself, and to the dude who would probably become his new cigarette supply sugar daddy. and took a long drag, exhaling slowly. "Frank. Frank Iero. Hi. I'm from Boston" Gerard laughed a bit, "I'm Gerard. Gerard way. Hey. Im from New Jersey. What brings you to Belleville Frank Iero?" "Honestly Gerard Way? My dad left my mom and moved to Miami. Mom got a job here and shipped us out." The older kids, cause they were all still teens, basically kids, eyes got wider. "Wow. You don't hide anything, do you?" He asked, kind of in shock. Frank grinned, all teeth, and sat next to Gerard. "I ain't got nothing to hide." This kid, with pretty hazel eyes, and black and frigging blonde hair, that was by all means unfairly hot, just waltzed over here, got a cigarette and gave quite a bit of his life story. Gerard decided very quickly that not only did he like this kid, but he was his god damn hero. He was basically fearless. Gerard wished he was that fearless. "So!" Frank I-don't-give-a-fuck Iero yelled, breaking the silence, "what do you all do for fun around here?" "Honestly?" Gerard sighed, "mostly fuck shit up. Beyond repair." Frank grinned and laughed. "Then I have a feeling imma fit in with your crowd extremely well" he winked.

(A/N: low key thinking of making this its own story, what do you think?)