Frank Iero's ideal Friday night was not being the designated driver for a high school house party but life worked in mysterious, frustrating, ways. So he perched in the corner, sipping his beer as he made eye contact with the other halves of the party animal/ designated driver dynamic. He found Jamia in passing, chasing after a red-haired girl that was hellbent on barreling through the party. Gerard, whom he had been charged with babysitting, was far too busy lazily chatting up girls and drinking as much as he could without killing himself to notice his existence. So, he sighed, he downed his cup and rubbed his temples. Oh woe, to love a straight boy.