All The Good Times Give You Cancer (Frank Iero)

Fucking Swing Set

Hey there. So, this is my Frank story. I would've maybe waited a little longer to post it, but Shan more or less threatened me so here it is (seriously, I wrote this all in like two hours so if it sucks, that's why. Bitch wouldn't even let me proofread it). I barely have a plan for this so I'm probably just gonna write random shit (not unlike what I do with my Mikey story xD). Hope all you fuckers enjoy.

Picture of "Sian" on the side. I know I always use Hayley Williams but when another short, female, young celebrity dyes their hair bright red you let me know and I'll use them. (I'm really hoping Shan doesn't make a connection and yells at me xD) In case she does notice it, I'll put this video so she'll be distracted and won't bite my head off.

By the way, I had to put myself in the story. *bitch face*

Alright, let's start this.

"Swings!" I squealed, sprinting towards the playground. When I reached them, I grabbed the chain and tried to jump onto the seat in an attempt to be awesome. Instead, I tripped and slipped under the seat, falling on my face. Grunting, I propped myself on my elbows.

Laine came jogging up. When she got a sight of me, she doubled over laughing.

I coughed out some dirt. Ew. "Shut the fuck up."

"I - I can't!" she said through fits of giggles. Rolling my eyes, I got up and sat on the swing. I narrowed my eyes at the still-laughing girl in front of me and started swinging.

When she finally calmed down, she said, "Smooth, Sian. That was hilarious. Ah - what are you doing?" I swung at her in vain, trying to kick her somewhere above the waist - but my short legs failed me and I came up short. She yelped and jumped back.

"Are you trying to take my head off?" she screamed.

I shrugged. "You deserved it."

She scowled and sat on the swing next to me. Within minutes, we were having a competition to see who could swing higher. Laine won, considering she had longer legs - which she thought to point out. I mean, damn. Someone's a couple inches taller than you and they never let you hear the end of it.

I groaned. "Today is just not my day."

"It could be worse," Laine said. "You could've died when you tripped."

I rolled my eyes. "Always the optimist."

She smirked. "It's one of my many desirable qualities."

"Oh, and you're modest too."

"What can I say? I'm perfect."

I snorted. "Perfect, my ass. You're awful."

She put a hand on her and gasped. "I didn't know you felt this way. Well I see how it is. Now you don't get to hear my news."

"Ooh what news?" I said eagerly, bouncing in my seat.

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from me haughtily. "You don't get to know because you were mean."

"God you're such a child." When she didn't reply, I rolled my eyes - for the third time in just ten minutes, might I add - and said, "I'm sorry, Laine. Now, what is your news?"

"Not good enough," she said flatly.

"John Lennon is amazing?"

"Okay, you're forgiven."

I did a little fist bump as she turned back around to face me, "Now what is this news?"

"Okay," she leaned in like she was going to tell me a "juicy" secret. "You know my cousin, Frank, right?"