Hey, kid || Frank Iero

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April 30, 2002

"You alright, kid?" The one with short brown hair asked, as I sat down on the bar stool next to him.

The four of them were looking at me with some what concerned faces, but it was reasonable, considering the state I was in and what I had just said earlier.

"I'm not a kid," I mumbled. "I'm nineteen," I said, pressing the cold beer bottle against my head that the short one had just given me.

I winced in pain, as the bottle pressed against the cut on the left of my fore head. It was definitely going to bruise later.

I shook my attention off the pain and looked up at the guys.

"So, who are you?"

The raven hair guy said, "I'm Gerard. That's Mikey, my little brother," he pointed to the brunette with glasses, "and that's Ray," he pointed to the curly haired dude, "and that's Frank," he pointed to the shortest one who had given me the bottle for my head.

I let what he just said sink in for a moment.

Wait.

Gerard? Mikey, Frank, Ray?

My Chemical Romance??

"Holy, shit," I muttered, looking him up and down. "You're My Chemical Romance."

Gerard looked confused for a second, and Frank chuckled, and said, "Yeah, yeah we are."

"How do you know who we are?" Mikey asked from next to Gerard.

"You saved my life when I was fifteen," I muttered, instantly regretting it.

"Wait, what?" Ray asked, just as confused as the rest of the boys. (Minus Frank, he was being cocky about the fact that I knew who they were.)

"Fuck," I mumbled.

I was so confused.

2002?

That wasn't right. It was supposed to be 2020, and I was supposed to be in my house, doing my online classes for my college class because of the corona virus. I was majoring in psychology, and minoring in philosophy.

"So, it's not 2020?" I asked cautiously, shifting the bottle on my head to a more comfortable position.

"What??" Gerard asked, giving me a really concerning stare. "Listen, kid, it's 2002-"

"I'm nineteen."

"Okay, whatever. What I'm trying to say, is-"

"Wait, holy shit, are you a time traveler??" Frank asked, taking a step closer to me, next to Gerard.

"What? No, I mean, I don't know. I'm supposed to be in 2020. Why am I here?" I asked.

I was kind of getting scared now. Why the fuck was I in 2002? In a My Chem basement show?? In Belleview New Jersey???

"No idea man. Anyways, we just finished a show, so you wanna head back to our apartment and mind telling us what the fuck is going on?" Gerard asked.

"Sure," I said. I mean I didn't really have anywhere else to go.

If I did accidentally travel back in time, what was I supposed to do about it? All I had was the cash in my pocket and my credit card, which I didn't even remember if they used that shit back in 2002.

I had no fucking idea.

"Alright then, we can take Frankie's car," he said, getting up.

I followed the guys outside, and Frank opened the back door for me, and I sat squished in between him and Mikey.

Honestly, I had always wondered what meeting pre-revenge era My Chemical Romance was like.

I had no idea it was going to be like this.

The ride was pretty quiet, just the Beatles playing softly in the back ground on the radio.

The car was pretty old fashioned. It had crank windows and black leather seats, and it smelled like cigarettes and sweat.

Finally, Ray broke the silence and asked, "So what's your name?"

"My names Diana. You call me Ana though," I replied. My voice was a bit raspy from the dehydration.

"Well, Ana, why, the fuck, are you getting in four stranger's cars? Aren't you scared your gonna get kidnapped or something??" Gerard asked from the shot gun seat.

"No, I know you wouldn't do that," I said.

Frank raised an eyebrow at me, and I shrugged. "I'll explain later," I said to him.

A few minutes later, we pulled into a parking lot, and Ray turned off the car. The rest of us trailed after him into the building, and a few minutes later I was sitting on Frank Iero's couch.

"So, Ana, explain," Frank said, sitting down next to the rest of My Chem across from me.

I sighed. "I'm kinda tired, can this wait til tomorrow? I've had, some what of a long day..." I trailed off, thinking back to what had happened earlier today, and tears flooded my eyes, but I refused to let them spill. I couldn't be weak like that.

Gerard sighed too, and said, "Yeah, yeah it can wait. Do you have a place to stay?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Not really, I'm kinda from the future remember?"

Frank laughed, and said, "It's alright, you can stay here." He turned to the guys and said, "Get some rest or whatever, we can continue this tomorrow."

Everyone nodded, and headed out the door, except for Ray who went into another room. I'm pretty sure the two of them shared an apartment and the brother's shared the one down the hall, if I remembered correctly from my years of internet stalking when I was still an angsty emo teen.

I mean, I guess I still was, in some way, just more independent and a bit less angsty and a bit less emo. Guess I got distracted by life.

"So," Frank started. "Are you gonna explain anything to me?"

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