Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

From a complete strangers view, Frank Iero would seem like any other normal shy 22 year old with an extremely bad immune system. Those were probably the reasons why he always wore scarves and never talked. The few people who knew him, knew he could talk, but just labeled him under selective mute. Because he never talked. Because he chose not to talk. Because he was afraid? - "Hi welcome to my café! What can I get for you?" "Just a black coffee please." Was answered by a raspy yet shy voice. And that's how Gerard found himself interested in the quiet and cute boy infront of him. Cover credit to @tragician_child