[frankie in this era is sorta what the frankie in this fic is resembling <3]
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Frank was on the brink of frustrated tears.
He hated that that was his reaction to his own anger- but he couldn't help it. There was always this thin, salty caramel like line between his need to scream and break something valuable, and his want to cry his anger out.
Crying had always been a healthy form of release, but for Frank it almost seemed like a habit now. The blue feeling washed in like a large wave, ruining his pretty sandcastles. Then what? Was he supposed to build them back up again? Get that bucket and spade out and make them pretty all over again?
No. Frank had decided a long time ago that there would be no more building and no more sandcastles. He sat and stared down at his blurry textbook, more tears, no surprise there. Frank let them fall, not bothering to raise a hand to stop them.
They splashed down onto the thin, glossy pages of his Calculus textbook in a rain-like pattern and soaked, leaving dark splotches.
That had always been Frank's outlet, even from when he was a small kid. And Frank was just terrible at kicking old habits, because at seventeen years of age Frank was stuck crying in his room as he heard Anthony and his girlfriend downstairs. His Calculus textbook open to the page his teacher had told him to revise, and his hands covering his ears in hopes of blocking out the unwanted noises of... that.
It wasn't as if it was terrible. Anthony was allowed to have his girlfriend over, they were allowed to occupy themselves with... intercourse. That wasn't what was making Frank cry, although it was seriously frustrating to listen to while he was trying to revise. The thing that had put Frank in such a horrible mood was the argument him and Anthony had before that.
Frank had just wanted to try it- Frank wanted to simply see what he would look like with a clip in his hair.
He hadn't meant for Anthony to catch him going through his Mother's box of accessories, and he hadn't meant for Anthony to completely botch his self worth in a span of two minutes. The worst part was that Frank had actually found it quite nice... the hair-clip of course. It was cream white and it had looked nice in his messy dark hair, it made it look a lot less unkept.
But now that didn't matter anymore, because this argument had ended just like any other, with Anthony having sex on Frank's couch whilst Frank was stuck sniffling in his room.
He ignored Todo brushing up against his legs as he continued to whimper into the thin material of his long sleeve shirt.
It was then that Frank's phone buzzed from next to him, making him sigh shakily. He knew it could only be one of five people. Jack, Ryan, Patty, his mother or his father. Though when he checked, he saw it was only Ryan, which he was thankful for because he didn't think he could handle a call from his father at the moment.
"Hi," Frank shakily mumbled into the phone, his breath hitching as he attempted to swallow down his tears.
"Hey... Everything okay, dude?" Ryan asked slowly, obviously having heard Frank's very unsubtle sniffling.
"M-Mhm, yeah, just... Anthony." Frank whispered, closing his eyes as he heard the rocking of the couch from downstairs become louder. That was his couch- they were having sex on his and his mother's couch.
"Oh," Ryan said softly, everyone in their friend group more than familiar with Frank's relationship with Anthony. "I'm sorry."
"S'fine." Frank said quietly, "What did you want?"
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Fanfic❝ it's all for you everything i do ❞ Frank Iero was a loser. There simply was no other way to put it. He only had four friends, one of which was his dog, Todo, and an ass of a stepbrother. He had nothing going for him- he was generic, quiet, and...
