Fever Dream || Frank Iero

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Mumbling angry nothings directed towards Jessica, I took long, dangerous drags off of my cigarette and kicked around stray pebbles on the ground. Who does she think she is? Always trying to fucking control me. This was a terrible idea. I should have never come on this trip.

"Lost?" A foreign voice came up from behind me, causing me to nearly shriek in surprise. I wound myself around to face a guy I've never seen before, glowing green eyes, covered in tattoos- my eyes flew to the scorpion on his neck. "Where's your boyfriend?"

"What are you talking about?" I snarled.

"Pete?"

"Pete? I-? No! He is not my boyfriend, he's dating my friend." I slinked back and kept a threatening grimace on my face. "Who are you?"

The stranger gave me a sideways smirk, like a fox trying to trick a sheep. Not this sheep, mister. I had my guard up tight. "Who are you," he said, pointing at me.

"I asked you first," I squinted, realizing how childish I sounded. He chuckled and lit up a cigarette.

"Frank. I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to get to know me," He inched towards me and smiled. "We could get to know each other right now."

"You're joking, right?" I hissed. The fingers on my right hand were grasped tightly on the keys dangling from my belt loop, keys separated in between my fingers in case things got serious. A little trick my grandmother taught me- "Keys aren't only meant for opening doors," she used to say. "It could open a throat or two if you jab hard enough."

Frank laughed. Smug. I sneered at him and kept my distance.

"Aren't you so pure?" he chuckled. "Do you know how to have fun?"

I stood in silence, maintaining my distance. 

"Suit yourself. I'm sure I'll see you again soon, angel." He let the smoke tumble out of his lips and flicked his cigarette as he turned around and strolled away.

I squinted as his figure rolled away so gracefully. He even walked like he had sarcasm built in every step of his foot.

I grunted in annoyance and stepped my cigarette out on the dirt, cracking my fingers. Some people just think they rule the world, and it's pathetic.

FRANK

"That looked like it went well," Gerard chuckled. He smirked almost devilishly, taking a drag off of his cigarette without letting the expression leave his face. I snorted sarcastically and sat down next to him, stretching my arms high into the air and letting the dry summer breeze hit the little sliver of skin exposed on my stomach as my shirt rode up.

Before I had a chance to retort, my attention was stolen by what seemed to be an already buzzed Pete waltzing over to the white tent sheltering Gerard and I, arms open wide and a childish smile spread across his face.

"My boys!" He screeched, wrapping his arms around both Gerard and I's heads, squeezing tightly. Laughing, I shoved him away with a palm to his chest, quickly ruffling my hair back into place. "Ready for another wild and potent ride of another tour with yours truly?"

"Potent, huh? Hardly, I heard you finally locked yourself up and threw your key far, far away," Gerard said, crossing his arms.

"What, Jessica?" Pete raised his eyebrows and smiled. "This is another level of potency, brother. I can get it anytime, every time. Girl is an animal, I swear to god she'll do anything. No more risk of not bringing a girl home. Not that it was much of a risk in the first place."

"You're an ass."

"You know I'm right," he laughed confidently. "Look at it this way. You bring things you need on tour with you, right? Your phone, your wallet, your toothbrush or whatever? I brought travel sex. It's the perfect plan. Plus it's getting sort of serious anyway."

I giggled and looked at Gerard, who was trying to hold back a smirk with a hand over his face.

"Pete you're joking," he choked back more laughter. "You just told me she was travel sex and now it's getting serious? Make up your mind, idiot."

"Whatever, you get what I mean. Plus she brought a friend with her. Maybe I can talk them into a threesome."

"Now the friend is what I'd like to hear more about," I leaned back, intrigued.

"I don't think so, man. She's pretty but she's kind of a bitch. I think she hates me, but it was the only way I could get Jess to come on tour with me. Little red-headed devil, has loads of tattoos. Normally I'd hop right on that train but-"

Gerard and I cut Pete off with a simultaneous "oh" and looked at each other. A burst of laughter escaped Gerard's lips as he slapped my knee playfully.

"Oh, you've met her?" Pete said.

"Met her?" Gerard roared. "Frank's already tried to fuck her!" His laughter grew with every word and I couldn't help but laugh either.

"I did not. Well sort of," I bit my lip. "I kind of tried to hop on the train too but I think the train derailed." Gerard snorted and began laughing even harder.

"Yeah good luck with that, Frank. She wouldn't let Jesus finger her even if it meant she was guaranteed a spot in heaven, let alone fuck a dirty guitar player in a fucking tour bus. Your effort is wasted."

"Woah there. You're talking to the king, Pete. One thousand no's to me will always eventually lead to a yes," I slyly responded, resting my hands behind my head. "Besides, a little challenge is always welcome. It gets boring, it being so easy."

A look of curiosity made it's way onto Pete's face, his lips curling slightly. He always had that expression of cunning and mischief when he had something devious and borderline shameful running through his head. I knew immediately that he had a plan.

"I know a game we can play," Pete said.

"I'm listening," I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "Intently."

"500 bones says you can't get the girl in bed with you by the end of the tour."

"Dude, that's messed up," Gerard sputtered, throwing his hands in the air. "She's a person, not Seabiscuit. Have some empathy."

I gave a quick look to Gerard in my peripherals but kept my focus on Pete.

"Interested?" Pete swiveled on his heels and smirked.

I hesitated for a moment, but smiled and raised my hand in agreement.

"You have yourself a bet, my friend." I leaned back and extended my hand out to Pete, watching his lips curl up in a devilish smile. I could see Gerard frowning in the corner of my eye but I quickly shrugged it off and took a drag off of my cigarette.

"You know that's messed up, man. That's not what we're supposed to be about." Gerard shook his head and began to stand up, grabbing a bottle of water off the table next to him.

"No one else has to know," I winked at Pete. "Just our little secret."

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Quick author's note: This is where I quit a few years ago, so you may notice a shift in writing quality/style from now on. I wanted to get the older chapters out all at once. Thanks for reading!

Side note: Do people still read MCR fan fiction anymore lol i'm honestly only posting this story because if I don't i'll just be writing it and never touching it again R.I.P. Quizilla