A/N: yes, in case yall were wondering, Revenge is my favorite MCR album. yes, I am bisexual <3
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That night, Frank had trouble falling asleep. Even more than usual.
After y/n had left and his mother got the scoop as to what warranted her leaving, she gave him a stern lecture. Basically about how he fucked up.
At the moment, it was a rush. To see y/n all frantic and embarrassed, her face a lovely shade of red, her eyebrows drawn in anger, it was a thrill. It didn't seem wrong to him; he was a jokester after all. A class clown, but with style. He presumed it was just a girl thing. They get upset over their possessions and all that shit. She'll come to, he had thought.
In actuality, he was just an asshole. His mother was right.
Guilt crept up his throat with large, icy hands. He rolled over onto his side and thought about how he could have been so selfish to think that he was faultless in the matter. Ray specifically told him not to, and Gerard too. And yet his pride got the best of him, and it ended up creating a division between him and one of his closest friends.
What if she doesn't want to hang out with me anymore? he thought nervously to himself. It was quite possible. She had the right to never want to be his friend anymore.
Frank arranged his pillows again, tossing and turning in his bed. He couldn't sleep even if he tried. Knowing that he'll have to confront her about his mistake when he woke up the next morning overwhelmed him with dread.
It had to be done, though. He didn't want anything to come between him and y/n. She was too special to lose.
With a sigh, he sat up in his bed and leaned over to turn on the lamp beside him. If he wasn't going to go to sleep, he might as well try to think of a heartfelt apology to give her tomorrow.
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The following day Frank approached the hallway where y/n's locker was located and prepared himself. She was standing at her locker organizing her books like any normal school morning. He couldn't see her face, just her hair and the ripped jeans she was wearing.
He took a deep breath and walked toward her uncertainly.
"Hey," he said evenly, leaning against the locker beside her.
She looked at him with a perfectly neutral gaze. "Oh, hey, Frank."
Surprised by her indifference, Frank momentarily forgot his plan of action to apologize. It was almost as if nothing had happened yesterday, as if she wasn't angry even the slightest bit.
"I, uh... I wanted to talk to you about something," Frank began.
"Yeah?" Y/n carefully slipped her backpack onto the hook of her locker and began to unzip it.
Frank played with a loose thread in his jeans. "I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I was being a dick and I shouldn't have looked at your stuff without asking you. I'm sorry."
It was a little too rushed, he reflected, but it felt good to finally say it. Frank observed y/n's expression with anticipation, hoping she would accept his apology.
He began to get nervous again. "I know it's not really like me to apologize for shit, but I felt really bad for what I did and for making you upset. You're one of my best friends and as much as I thought I was being cool, I'd --"
"It's okay, Frank," she interrupted with a slight laugh and a smile.
"...and sometimes I just get caught up-- wait what?"
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🎶Something About a Friendship🎶 (Frank Iero x Reader)
Fanfic***COMPLETED*** "Look, I'm sorry, Frank. I think I just got carried away with this whole prank thing and... and it's changed our friendship somehow." Frank looked quizzical but intrigued. "Changed?" "Yeah, don't you feel it?"