bathroom stalls and cigarettes {frank iero x reader}

Alt Story Line Chapter 2

We walked to the cemetery slowly, hands grazing each other ever so slightly. Frank held his coffee in his other hand, sipping it ever so often. I wanted to hold him so badly, but I refrained. I was supposed to be the angry one, not the desperate one.

We finally arrived at the cemetery. I wondered why he wanted to come here in the first place. I was a fan of death as much as the next person, but I wasn't really into hanging around bodies and headstones. Frank looked like he knew where he was going, so I followed him along the rows and rows of names. Finally, he stopped in front of one and crouched down. He wiped away some moss and dust from the name reading "Angelina Iero".
"Ah- hi grandma. I'm sorry I've been gone for so long." I watched Frank sip his coffee contently. He then looked up at me and said, "say hi, darling."
"Uh- who am I saying hi to?" I asked.
"This is my grandma, Angelina. She was amazing."
"Oh... hi um- Angelina." Frank chuckled at me and then pointed to a nearby bench to sit on. We both sat and rested our legs from the short walk. "I always loved hanging out at cemeteries when I was a teenager, I thought I was so damn edgy." Frank said with a nostalgic smile.
"Do you remember a lot from when you were younger?"
"Yeah. I went to catholic school, practiced guitar a lot, y'know, basic Jersey boy stuff."
"Are you good at guitar?"
"Oh- I wouldn't say I'm all that great." He brushed his hair behind his ear.
"I doubt that. You're probably fantastic."
"Maybe I can serenade you sometime?" I blushed at his offer. I simply nodded and then looked out into the Evergreen trees lining the cemetery.
"Tell me about your childhood, y/n."
"Well... I lived with my mom, went to public school... nothing special really."
"What about your dad?" He asked. Geez, he was getting real deep with these questions.
"Never met him."
"I'm sorry about that, y/n."
"Eh, don't worry about it. Can't miss something you never had, right?"
"Heh. My parents got divorced when I was little. I guess I was too small to care, but when I got older I realized what that really meant."
"Did it hurt you?"
"Sort of? I was sad about it, and my dad kind of ghosted me for a bit, but we've made up in recent years so it's all fine."
"That's good to hear." I responded. The breeze was getting chilly. I held onto my arms and shivered slightly.
"Oh- are you cold, y/n?"
"A little."
"Come on, follow me. I've got the perfect place to get you nice and warm."