🎶Something About a Friendship🎶 (Frank Iero x Reader)

Part 3: A Little Friendly Competition

A/N: This story probably won't have as many parts as my other ones because I've condensed more scenes into each part. Hopefully, that's okay with you guys. Anyway, enjoy part 3 !!

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"Gerard tell me what I did wrong." Frank looked hopeless. His hair screamed "bedhead" and his shirt was wrinkled. Not to mention, of course, the striking doodles inked on his face that molded against his frown.

Gerard could not contain his laughter. At Frank's arrival, Gerard nearly spat out his coffee all over the hallway and had to relocate their conversation to the basketball court so as to not attract too much attention. 

"Seriously, dude," begged Frank in annoyance. "Tell me what the fuck I did wrong. I apologized. She told me not to worry about it. We were solid yesterday. What the hell happened?"

Gerard looked amusedly at his friend. "Honestly, man? I'm not sure. Girls are weird like that, I guess. But all I know is that you, my friend, are fucked.  There's no way Mr. Armistead is going to let to get away with your new "tattoos" in class. Detention, for sure."

Frank pulled at his hair and paced back and forth. 

"Did you try washing it off?" Gerard asked. 

"Are you fucking serious?" Frank snapped. "Of course I tried washing it off. It doesn't fucking come off. She used a fucking permanent marker on my fucking face and I don't even know what the fuck I did wrong."

Gerard patted Frank's back sympathetically, but there wasn't much that could be done about the situation. "Maybe you should try talking to her about it."

Frank glared at him. "Yeah, sure. The last time I did that, my fucking face got turned into a fucking Picasso painting or some shit."

"I wouldn't call it Picasso per se." Gerard inspected the designs on his friend's face. "In any case, you're lucky she didn't go full Picasso on your ass. You wouldn't've been able to show up to school."

"Gee that makes me feel so much better," Frank sassed with a roll of his eyes. 

Gerard shrugged. "Look, I think this was all in fun. Just like how you were thinking with her journal and everything. Instead of sulking about it, why don't you try to think of a better comeback?"

At that, Frank stopped pacing and stared at his friend with sparkles of mischief in his eyes. 

"Yeah," Frank realized, smiling wickedly. "Yeah, she wants to play it that way? It's on."

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"Nice face, Iero," remarked y/n as they all sat down for lunch that day. "Who knew you were so artistically inclined?"

Frank offered her a middle finger and a smile. "Revenge is best served cold, baby. I would watch out if I were you."

"Ooooh I'm really scared now," she laughed. Mikey and Ray joined her, but Gerard only smiled to himself. There was something brewing between y/n and Frank, and he couldn't wait to see how it all played out. 

A little friendly competition couldn't hurt anyone, could it?

While y/n talked about the group project they'd been assigned in Chemistry, Frank took a piece of corn and flicked it at her using his plastic spoon. 

"What the fuck." Y/n plucked the corn from her sweater.

Frank just smirked. "You should be more aware of your surroundings, y/n. Someone might try to trick you when you're not looking."

"Oh, Frankie," y/n smiled sweetly. Frank's stomach churned, hearing his nickname said so innocently by her. He shoved the feeling down, not understanding it.