Hey, kid || Frank Iero

2

April 30, 2002

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

I laughed, figuring out his plan. "What, so now that we're alone, you're gonna attack me with questions?"

He laughed along with me, and said, "Yeah, yeah basically."

I sighed. "Well, I don't really know what to say. I guess I accidentally traveled back in time? I mean, the last thing I remember was falling asleep. In 2020."

"Oh," he said, looking down for a second.

Oh god, he was gonna think I'm a freak.

"I think that's pretty rad."

Holy fuck thank god.

"Really?" I asked.

Wtf. What kinda of question is ReAlLy?

He nodded. "Yeah, I think so. I never really read much on time travel, but I guess it's pretty cool."

After a moment of silence, he asked, "So how do you know us? My Chemical Romance?"

I laughed, and leaned back into the couch. "Well... Let's just say that you guys got pretty big..."

"No way, really?!" He asked, his voice and his eyes lighting up with a bit of excitement.

"Yeah, really. I mean, it was weird. Y'all were like the emo saviors. All the alternative kids loved you. You guys really made a difference. You saved a whole bunch of lives, hell you've saved mine a few times too." I said, laughing a bit.

"Whoa. That's rad."

"Yeah. And all the basic kids would hate on all the angsty emo kids, and we would just glare at them and blast MCR in our headphones," I said.

His facial expression went pretty wild. It was cute to be honest, but was there anything Frank Iero did that was not cute?

I still couldn't believe that I was actually talking to Frank Iero right now.

"We got that big? Wow, that's like, a dream come true."

I looked at him.

"You were thinking out loud," he said, laughing.

"Oh, okay," I mumbled, my cheeks probably tinting pink.

"That's cute."

I looked up at him. "What?" I muttered, blushing even harder.

"You're blushing," he said, laughing, and I started to laugh too.

"So, what happens in 2020?" he asked. "You said something about a world pandemic or something."

"Oh yeah. Well, 2020 kinda sucks so far. World War III almost started, but thankfully it didn't just caused a lot of comotion and a lot of memes on Instagram. And-"

"Hold up, what the fuck is an Instagram?" Frank asked.

"Oh right, Instagram wasn't invented yet. It's like a social media platform. You can get the app on your smart phone or whatever," I said.

"Well that's fucking weird," he said. "I would never get something like that."

I laughed. "You actually did get it, after MCR brok-" I quickly stopped myself. "You and the entire band get it at one point."

"Oh, that's weird," he said. "Do you.. do you mind showing me? My social media?"

"Which one?"

"There's more than one??"

I laughed. "Yeah. You mainly just use Instagram and Twitter though."

"Show me my Instagram I guess."

I reached into the back pocket of my jeans and tried to take my phone out, only to find that it wasn't there.

"Um, I think I may have dropped my phone at your concert..." I said sheepishly.

"Oh, that's alright. I was just kinda curious. Anyways, it's getting pretty late, so we should probably head to bed or something. You wanna take a shower? I have clothes if you need..." he said, blushing a teeny bit.

"Oh yeah, that would be nice," I said, standing up with him. He went into his room and handed me a pair of shorts and a baggy Sex pistols shirt. "Ooh you like the band?" I asked when he handed me the shirt.

"Yeah, they're super rad."

"Yeah I think so too."

He led me to the bathroom, where I took a quick shower and put on his clothes.

"Frank, u-" I walked back into his room, and I stopped when I realized that he had in the middle of changing his shirt.

"Shit, sorry, I'll just-" I left the room quickly, closing the door behind me turning bright red.

Holy shit I just saw Frank Iero half naked.

Half a minute later, his door opens back up, and I think Frank was blushing a bit too, but I couldn't tell since it was rather dark and the lighting didn't help much either.

"You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch," he headed towards the living room, but I stopped him.

"No, it's fine, you can take it. I'll sleep on the couch, I don't really want to intrude more than I already have-" I protested, but he cut me off.

"No, it's fine, really. You can take the bed, and you're not intruding on anything. It gets kinda boring with just me and the guys anyways, I don't mind you staying at all," he assured me.

"It's alright, really, I can take the couch-"

"You know what? How bout we both take the bed? It's big enough for the two of us."

I blushed. "Yeah, sure, I guess we could do that."

The both of us headed back to his room, and he shut off the light as I climbed into the right side of the bed, and him on the left.

"G'night Ana," Frank mumbled into the dark.

"Night Frankie."

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