Frank Iero x Reader: New

Chapter 1

Author's note: Hi. In this fanfiction, You and Frank are both sixteen. Enjoy.
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I sighed as I looked around me. I was at a new house, in a new town. My dad was unloading all of our boxes. I was standing in my new room.

Will life get better? Maybe. Do I have to make an effort to make it better? Maybe. I groaned and jumped onto my bed. I was uncomfortable because the mattress didn't have any sheets. Or blankets.

Why am I here? In a new town? In a new house? Why do I whine so much? Well it's actually because-

"(Y/N)," my dad said, slamming my door open. He dropped a couple of boxes on the floor. "Help me unload." I silently nod and get up, without saying a word. I go outside to the U-Haul truck. Ugh. It's bright outside. Isn't it supposed to be Autumn?

"You should put your hair in a ponytail. We have a lot of boxes to carry into the house," my dad tells me. "It's fine," I say. Dad passed me some boxes and I went inside with them.

//Time Skip//

I walked up the stairs and into my bedroom. New bedroom. I jumped onto my bed and hugged my pillow. I smiled because my bed was so comfy now that it had sheets and a blanket.

"(Y/N)!" My dad said, slamming open my door. "That's the second time you've slammed open my door today," I say, propping myself up on my elbow so I can see him. "What is it?" I ask.

"Shouldn't you go out and make some friends?" My dad asked. I laughed. "You know I don't like social interaction all that much," I say. "How will I make friends anyway? Go outside and knock on neighbors' doors? And when they open I say 'Hi I'm (Y/N). I'm looking for friends because I don't have any!'"

My dad glared at me. "Fine. But no more sarcasm. And you have to make friends tomorrow when you go to school," he says. That's right. School starts the day after I move in. It's going to be horrible. I know it.

"And also, I want to make cookies. But we're all out of flour. Can you go buy some?" My dad says. I give a slight giggle. "I don't know any stores around here," I say. I actually have an excuse not to go outside. I usually don't, and my dad makes me go. He ponders for a moment. Then he stops, and says,"Pass me your phone." It was on the small nightstand next to my bed. I pick it up and hand it to him.

He types something in, and hands it back. "Here. I found a store closest to here. Follow these directions," my dad says. I groan. "Do I have to?" I ask. He gives me a look. That look means I have to. I get up.

"Hurry up," Dad says as I walk out the door. "I'll be back in five minutes," I say closing it and walking out. After walking a couple of minutes, I'm at the store. I go into the section where there's flour and I pick it up. I walk over to the counter.

Then I feel someone staring at me. I know someone is staring at me. I have amazing senses. I turn around. To my right, I see a short guy my age with black hair. His face is pretty cute, but I don't get a very good look at it. He hides behind a shelf right before I can get a good look at him.

I try to forget about it and pay. After paying, I grab the flour and leave.

Today is not the best day ever for me. Definitely not. I'm super whiny, I know. I'll work on it. I reach my new house and knock on the door. My dad opens it. I walk inside as my dad says,"Good. You got the flour." I put it on the new kitchen counter.

"What kind of cookies?" I ask. "Chocolate chip, of course," my dad answers. "Yes," I say quietly, pumping a fist in the air. "Shouldn't we eat dinner first?" My dad asks. "Yeah," I say. "You order pizza and make cookies while they're making the pizza."

"Must I do everything?" My dad asks. I smile. "And I thought I was the whiny one today," I say. My dad does a small laugh and calls the pizza place to order. "Pepperoni?" he asks. "Yeah," I say.

He orders and I sit at the new dining table while he bakes cookies. "Have you ever baked cookies before?" I ask. I've never seen him bake anything before. I've seen him cook. But not bake. "No. But I wanted to try it. I want to try new things," my dad says.

Everything is new.

I smiled. If it'll make my dad less sad, I want him to try new things. He's really sad. "I'm going to my room," I say to my dad while getting up from the chair I was sitting on. "Call me when the pizza is here."

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you."

I walk up the stairs to my bedroom. I lay on my bed and read while my Nirvana CD plays. I love to read. And to listen to music.

//Time Skip//

"Pizza's here!" My dad yells from downstairs. "Okay!" I yell back. I put down my book and stop my music. I run downstairs. I was starving. I grabbed a plate and put two slices if pizza on it. My dad did the same, and sat across from me at the table.

"Make any friends when you went to the store?" my dad asked. "No," I answer, taking a big bite. "But I caught someone staring at me." My dad's head shot up. "What? Really? What did he look like?" He questioned me.

"How did you know it was a guy?" I asked. "Well, who else would stare at you? You're so pretty. Of course it's a guy," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"So? What did he look like?"

"I didn't get a good look at his face," I said. "When I caught him staring at me, he hid behind a shelf. But I know that he had black hair, he was short, attractive, and my age." My dad tilts his head and bites down on his lip. That's what he does when he's deep in thought.

My dad's face lit up. "What if he goes to your school?" he asked. "Will you talk to him? Will he talk to you?" I laughed, almost choking on the pizza in my mouth. "Dad. Relax." He nods slowly.

My dad cares a lot about me getting friends. I've never had many friends. Last year, I had two friends. We weren't very close, though. We didn't like the same things. We were completely different. We just hung out because we had no one else to hang out with. The only thing we had in common was the fact that we were all outcasts.

When I moved, I left them behind. They didn't really care anyway. Even when I was younger, I didn't have many friends. I was weirder and more different from everyone else, somehow.

Now that I'm older, my dad thinks I need more friends.

Ha ha.

After I finish my slices, the oven beeps. My dad gets up. "I can do it," I say, grabbing the oven mitts before he can. My dad takes them from me. "I don't want you burning yourself," he says. I pout. "I've done it plenty of times without burning myself," I mutter to myself. I sit back down while my dad takes the cookies out of the oven.

We eat some cookies and talk about random and unimportant stuff. "Should we put on a movie?" my dad asks. "Sure," I say, going to my new living room. We watch the movie in silence.

After the movie, I'm tired. It's still not time for me to go to bed, but I'm tired, and I have school tomorrow. Ugh. "Goodnight," I tell my dad. "Goodnight. I love you. Oh, and I won't be here in the morning. Sorry. I have to leave early for work. Did I already tell you?"

"Yeah, you did. It's okay. Love you," I say. I walk up the stairs and into my room. I close the door and change into my pajamas, which is literally just an oversized men's t-shirt and comfy shorts. I jump into bed. It takes me a long time to fall asleep, and it'll take me an even longer time because I'm somewhere I've never been before.

Good thing it's early.

To my surprise, I drift off to sleep after about twenty minutes.
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Hi frens. It's your author. It was a slow chapter, I know. It sucked. But I'm new to the MCR fandom, and I'm really young, so I'm sorry! But I promise it'll get better. Oh, and please tell me if I made any mistakes in grammar, or in the story plot. I'll go back and fix it. I have major OCD. Thank you for reading.

-Carlie(your author)