Their Hearts Don't Beat Like Ours (Frank Iero Fanfiction)

Chapter One - Meeting Mr Frank Iero

It's another dreary night in Newark, New Jersey and I have just finished my shift at the local coffee bar downtown. Don't get me wrong I like my job but had to drop out of college because my asshole boss wouldn't let me choose the shifts I wanted so I could also study Music Media in college.

You have these people tell horror stories about New Jersey. Now I won't lie some of them are true like the murders, muggings and drug deals that happen in alleyways but that's what gives New Jersey its charm I guess.

My mother used to tell me to never go out after dark because of the murders that happen. Naturally I was and still am a very curious person so anything I get told not to do I have to find it out by doing it.

So here I am walking around the streets of New Jersey alone. You can call me stupid or you can call me crazy but both of these are just deadass opinions. I turn into a rundown area and the excitement I feel makes the adrenaline pump in my veins.

As I look around I see apartment complexes with smashed windows with graffiti on the walls. Some people say is vandalism but I see it as art. There are some old rusted bikes, cars that look like they aren't that safe which let's be honest here they are metal death traps. The more I see, the more the adrenaline surges through my veins.

As I walk past a run down club I stop. What the hell? I can hear a beautiful melody being played on a guitar and the voice of an angel singing. My curiosity obviously is going to get the best of me at some point. This walk hasn't been too exciting until now and I must find out who that is singing.

I quietly walk to the side door to see it is slightly open. Well, that's convenient I guess or just plan fucking stupid because anyone could easily walk in like I'm about to do. Opening the door it creaks slightly and my heart starts pumping even faster because I know there is a huge risk of getting caught and most likely getting my sorry ass chucked in county jail.

Once I get the door open enough so that I can fit through I walk inside and look around. The interior is way more fancier than I thought it would be. Red walls with gold trimmings, slightly faded grey carpet which leads onto a gorgeous dark oak wood floor. I continue to walk down the hallway and stop at a door that has a sign on it or more like a piece of paper with a name written on it 'Frank Iero'. I wonder who this Frank Iero is.

I continue to follow the hallway until it leads out to a dance floor and an upper level which has seating. It isn't too big but you could most likely fit more than five hundred people in here.

"Hey Evan. Are we all set for the gig tonight?" I turn my head to see a man standing on the stage. Who could that be?

"Of course Frank. You are the one who takes the damn longest to get anything sorted." Hmm... that must be the Evan guy. Wait did he just say Frank?

"Shut up you dick." I hear Frank say. Oh my God he sounds heavenly. I go to walk away but trip over some wiring and land clean on my ass.

"What the fuck?" I hear someone whisper. Oh fuck I best hide. If I don't I'm done for.

"Hey wait." I turn around to face a gorgeous looking man. He has bright hazel-green eyes, his hair is cut short but also has a small fringe to the side. I can see holes in his lip and nose. I am guessing he used to have piercings. He has the pinkest lips and he is also covered in tattoos. I can also tell he is from New Jersey by how strong his accent is.

"Hey. What are you doing here. The show doesn't start for another hour?" He asks. Fuck what do I say because I can't just tell him "oh I heard the most angelic voice so I broke in by the side door just to find out who it was." because that sort is shit gets you thrown into jail.