"The less you fight, you easier it is." He whispered in my ear. His soft voice seemed to calm me down. "That's it baby." He ended up picking me up bridal style, placing me gently in his van. Marissa was still fighting the other guy, oh she's gonna get herself killed. If I wasn't there for her, she would be dead already. Eventually she was thrown into the car, yet she was unconscious. I had a look of shock and horror on my face.

Frank is a hopelessly short, hopelessly desperate, and just generally hopeless highschooler, whose only friend is the amazingly tall kid with the 'fro: Ray Toro. School is mundane, school is just, well, school: Lindsey Ballato is a goddess, Pete Wentz is a MySpace whore, and Brendon Urie totally deserved getting kicked in the balls last summer, but then Mikey fucking Way turns up and before Frank knows it he's over at the Way household and swooning over an unfairly hot older brother who has totally just made out with an overly casual Lindsey Ballato. And that's not even to mention Gerard's past and sort of ex-boyfriend Bert McCracken who he kind of did, kind of didn't leave in the old town he and Mikey just moved from, but what is for sure is that Gerard Way can't help but stare at Mikey's sort of best friend, Frank, just a little too much. But Gerard is older and sort of world's away from Frank's league: he's like Lindsey Ballato - unobtainable and godly, and most definitely a member of the elite sex club that Frank reckons Lindsey's involved in. And this elite club of people who've seen Gerard Way naked? Let's say, Frank Iero wants in... to Gerard's pants. However Mikey thinks that it's less of a club and more of a support group.

Emily has always wanted to get to go to a Chemical Romance concert, and when her best friend Sam surprises her with front row tickets to go see them on her birthday she thought it was going to be the best birthday ever. Things quickly changed shortly after they get there.