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I sat on my bed, sketching in my sketchbook as David Bowie's album Heroes played through my speakers. There wasn't any other place I'd rather be than where I was right now, happily bopping my head to the beat, and staying up late. My sketch of Kurt Cobain wasn't looking too bad, up until I heard something knock against my window, startling me and causing my pencil to draw a nasty line across his face.

"Fuck..." I erased the line as more knocks came. Who the hell is that? How are they knocking at my window!? I'm on the second story!

Confused and slightly angered, I went to the window and slid it open. There stood Frank Iero, in the darkness of night, clinging to the wall garden that went right up to my window.

"Hi..." He greeted.

"What're you doing here?" I asked, curiously.

"I wanna hang out with you." Hang out with me? I mean... we talk at school... but it's not like we're friends...

"Don't you have a little group of boys you'd rather hang out with?"

"Yeah, but I don't wanna hang out with them. I always do. So, wanna hang out?" I thought for a moment, gazing back into my bedroom. The music still played as my unfinished drawing laid on my bed, "We don't have to, if you really don't wanna..." I can continue this tomorrow...

"Alright Frankie, I'll be down in a minute." He smiled.

"Cool..." I shut the window and thought for a moment. Out of all the people he could've asked... why me? I'm not exactly... cool...

Even as I asked myself this question, I still ended up changing into a different outfit and making myself look nicer than usual. I wore a black and white Kurt Cobain long sleeved shirt with a pair of jeans that had been torn and paint stained. My jacket was plain and black while my shoes were black and white Vans.

Once I was ready, I grabbed my phone and wallet, slipping them into my jacket's inside pockets, before quietly making my way downstairs. As silently as I could I opened the door, Frank stood there, leaning against the wall.

"Hey..." He greeted.

"Hi..." I greeted before stepping outside and shutting the door, "So, what'll we be doing?"

"I got some ideas," He stood up and began walking towards his car, "C'mon, it'll be fun."

"Alright..." I followed him to the car, still unsure about it all. He got into the drivers seat while I sat in the passenger, watching him start the car, and drive off, "So, where're we going?"

"Well, tonight's a good night to wreak havoc. I was thinking, gas station."

"Wreak havoc? I don't mean to burst your bubble Frank, but I'm not the type you'd wanna 'wreak havoc' with." He chuckled.

"I doubt it."

"You doubt it? Why?"

"Cause if you really didn't wanna do anything bad, you wouldn't have said yes to hanging out with me."

"Fair point." I spoke as we pulled up to the gas station.

"Alright, let's do some dumb shit!" He cried, before getting out of the car. I giggled, doing the same.

"What exactly will we be doing?" He shrugged.

"Dumb shit," He opened the door, "Ladies first." I smiled, stepping inside with Frank right behind me.

The door made a short 'ding dong' noise as each of us walked in. At the counter stood a very bored boy in his twenties, possibly a college student of some sort. He gazed over at us, then went back to staring at the counter. I wouldn't be surprised if this boy were stoned out of his mind at that point.

"C'mon..." Frank nodded towards one of the isles and began walking. I followed.

He gazed back over at the boy, then took my hand, and led me to the back wall lined with freezers where the boy couldn't see us. Frank then began grabbing beer bottles and setting them up on the floor like bowling pins. My eyes went wide as I watched.

"What?" He had noticed my gaze.

"Can't we get in a lot of trouble for this?"

"Uh, yeah, that's the point in wreaking havoc," My eyes were now on the floor, "You're not gonna tell, are ya?" I shook my head, he smirked, "Good. Now, hand me that watermelon over there." I did as told, still unsure of it all.

"Look babe, this night isn't gonna be fun if you keep lookin' at me like that."

"Sorry, I just, I've never done anything like this before."

"That's exactly why you need to. Why don't you take this." He handed me the watermelon. I thought for only a moment about this. I wanna be here... I wanna hang out with him... this could be a lot of fun... okay...

I stood back a few feet, then rolled the watermelon like a bowling ball, and hit all of the bottles. Every one of them broke making loud noises. Frank immediately grabbed my hand, laughing as he led me out of the store. He smacked down a few displays and things as we ran back to his car.

He got the car going as quickly as he could as I couldn't quit laughing. Wow... I've never done that before... I understand how someone could like this...

"That was insane! I can't believe I just did that." He chuckled at my excitement.

"You did good," He patted my head, "Now, have you ever tped a house before?"

"No, is that next?"

"Uhuh..." I leaned back in my seat, thinking, "You're not gonna bail on me, are ya?" I shook my head, "Good." We pulled up to a very nice looking house. It was two stories with trees in the front yard and the lights turned out for the night. Frank and I got out of the car, he opened the trunk and threw me a roll.

"So the trick is to unroll it a little bit, and then throw it," He demonstrated, "Yeah..." The roll landed on the roof, leaving a trail until it broke apart, "Your turn."

"Aight," I did as told, throwing it at one of the trees. The roll caught onto a branch and kept rolling until it was out of paper.

"Not bad, babe." I smiled, he handed me another roll.

"Who's house is this?"

"I dunno, some teacher's I think." He shrugged. We threw toilet paper rolls until the house was completely covered.

"Damn, we did a pretty good job." I said.

"Hell yeah," Just then, the porch light came on, "Oh shit, get in the car!" We got in quick as our principal came out in his pajamas.

"Oh shit..." Frank drove as fast as he could, laughing his ass off, "You're such a moron."

"Am I? I just got you to toilet paper the principal's house!" I rolled my eyes, "Don't act like you didn't enjoy every second of that." I leaned back in my seat, not wanting to answer as I gazed out the side window.

"Why don't we take a break from the dumb shit? I gotta spot we can just, chill at," I still didn't respond, "I'm sorry I kinda pushed this all on you. I know this isn't really your cup of tea."

"No shit," I began, "Frank, I've been having fun, okay? I'm just not used to having this kinda fun." He parked the car on a dirt hill over looking the city.

"Yeah, I know," He got out of the car, I did the same. Both of us laid back on the hood and front windshield, "I just really wanted to hang out with you. This is pretty much my version of hanging out."

We went quiet for awhile, my eyes were focused on my fingers, up until I gazed up, catching Frank staring at me. He didn't quit though. He just, kept his gaze on mine.

"Out of all the people you could've asked to hang out with, why did you ask me?"

"I think you know why." He likes me... good thing I like him too...

Before I could speak, he leaned in, and kissed me sweetly. I felt the metal of his lip ring rub against my skin. My cheeks went pink as I smiled sheepishly.

"So, is this the part where this changes into a date instead of a hanging out thing?" I asked.

"I guess so..."

"Good," I sent him a quick sweet kiss.

"Uhm, but if you want me to take you home, I can. I just, know how you feel, about, dumb shit..."

"No, I don't wanna go home! I know I'm terrible at doing dumb shit, but I'm having fun! I really like being with you Frank. You're just, way cooler than me."

"Says the girl who bowled a watermelon at a set of beer bottles."

"That does not make me cool."

"I think you're cool. You just, need a little push," He took my hand and rubbed his thumb against the skin, "This is off topic, but I think you're really pretty." Frank brought my hand up and kissed it. I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"You're pretty too..." His smile matched mine before I kissed him again, "I think I have an idea."

"What is it?"

"Dumb shit!" I climbed off the car, Frank followed, "My mom's a realtor and she's selling all these brand new houses that are nice as fuck," We got into the car, "And they have heated pools."

"Now you're talkin'!" He pressed his lips against mine so hard I fell back into the car door. Frank chuckled, "You're so cute." I held a hand over my mouth as I giggled, embarrassed. Finally, he started the car, and I directed him on where to go.

"Holy shit these houses are nice." He spoke as we drove through the neighborhood.

"I know right? I have to meet up with my mom like, every other day in one of these houses and they are insane on the inside. They got built in wine fridges, in the kitchen! And like, crazy expensive pool things. One of them has lights in the water that change colors and has fountains!"

"In the pool!?" I nodded, "Woah, I wanna go to one of those ones. Which one is that!?"

"Uhm..." I gazed out the windows until I spotted a familiar one, with a 'for sale' sign out front, "This one!" He pulled over beside the sidewalk.

"Damn, this is like, famous people houses." I giggled.

"Sure, c'mon, we can't go through the front. They got these heavy duty lock things on them." I walked to the side of the house where a gate was, Frank followed. He watched as I slipped my hand through the gap in the gate and fence.

"You do this often?" I pulled on the small lever and opened the door.

"Yeah, I don't have a key or code or whatever to get inside so my mom taught me the back ways. Let's go..." I took his hand, leading him through a small patch of grass, and onto the concrete surrounding a gigantic curvy pool. Our hands broke apart as he stared down into the water, and I messed with the controls on the wall.

"Is the water changing colors?" I asked.

"No, wait, now it is. Woah, there's fountains on the sides! They're shooting water into the pool!" I giggled, already knowing how it looked after seeing my mom demonstrate to her clients countless times.

"The water should be warm too." I walked back over and stuck my hand in.

Frank slipped off his jacket, shoes, socks, shirt, and anything in his pockets. His boxer shorts were peaking through the top of his pants. I felt my face heat up once again at the sight of this. He just chuckled.

"You like it?" He asked, I just stepped really close to him, and pressed my lips to his, "Someone likes kissing me..." I giggled, then lightly pushed him back, not realizing how close he was to the pool. He fell back into the water, then popped his head up.

"I did not mean to do that..." I giggled.

"Sure sure..." He rolled his eyes, but chuckled, "Come join me, the water's pretty nice, but it'd be nicer with you..."

"You're such a dork." His arms rested on the concrete edge of the pool with his chin in them, watching me. I pulled my jacket off, my socks, and my shoes, that was all.

"Maybe you could take your shirt off too," He began, "Don't want Cobain to get wet."

"I don't think so..."

I walked passed him to the stairs leading into the pool. Slowly, I stepped in. The water felt warm and relaxing. My clothes immediately felt heavy as I submerged my body into the water. Frank swam to me with a smile.

"What babe?" I asked.

He took my hand, and we began swimming around without a word. Then, I swam underwater, he joined me. Frank made a dumb face at me, I made them back. A whole hour went by of us just, swimming around, and making each other laugh.

Now, I felt a little tired, and just watched Frank swim as I leaned back against the edge. He came up in front of me with a smile on his face. Frank's hands went to my waist as he gazed at me. My arms went around his neck, as we still didn't speak. There was no need for it. I could tell by the look in his eyes what he was thinking. Please kiss me...

Frank brought his lips to mine, kissing me harder, and longer than before. This kiss felt more deep and intimate than the short and sweet ones from before. He kissed me over and over again, only stopping for a second to breathe. I enjoyed every ounce of it. Over and over and over again, his lip ring rubbed against my skin. He couldn't stop himself, but I didn't want him to.

"Y/n...?" He spoke in a hushed tone in between breaths. He makes me feel so fuzzy...

"Yeah?" My tone mimicked his.

"This was a great idea..." He rested his forehead on mine and smiled. I did as well.

"Definitely..." I kissed him again, and again, and one more time. He happily sighed.

"Hey Y/n?" I hummed, "I... I think I'm falling in love with you..."

"Frankie, I'm getting that feeling for you too..." We then began to laugh.

"I wanna take you to one more place." He said.

"Alright..." I took his hand, leading him out of the pool. Only now had I realized how wet his spiked blond hair had become. The spike drooped from holding so much water. I giggled, knowing all too well my hair was a mess too. We grabbed our things before I turned everything off.

"Where're we going now?" I asked, shutting and locking the gate.

"Somewhere special." Was all he said.

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked as we got into the car.

"You'll see..." My mind buzzed with possibilities of where it is we could be going as I ran my fingers through my hair as a make shift comb for my mess of wet hair, "Here..." He leaned back towards the back seats until he pulled out a towel and handed it to me.

"You just, have a towel in your car?" I asked as he drove off.

"Well yeah, you never know when it might come in handy. Like now!" I giggled, running it through my hair.

"You really are a dork."

"Okay and? You're the one on a date with me. Also, you did kiss me more than once."

"I never said being a dork was a bad thing. It's cute."

"Cute?" I nodded, then kissed his cheek. He smiled, then pulled into another gas station.

"Another gas station? Haven't we done enough to the poor snack isles?"

"We're not doing anything like that. It's something else. Stay here, I'll be back..." He unbuckled himself and climbed out.

"Alright..." Now, I sat alone in his car, wondering what in the world he could be up to. Only a minute went by when Frank came back out, with a bathroom key in hand.

"C'mon babe..." I got out and he grabbed something from the back seat.

"Frank, what are you up to?" He opened his jacket so only I could see two cans of spray paint in his inside pockets. I smiled, following him inside the bathroom. The walls were painted bright white, as if they had just been repainted.

"Ready?" He asked, throwing me a can of black paint while he held red.

"Fuck yeah..." As an artist, this felt like a dream come true. I had such a huge canvas, and knew exactly what to do with it. Frank took one wall while I took the other, focusing hard on my project.

"Babe, can I use the black? I wanna do the Black Flag logo..." His words went through one ear and out the other, "Babe, I-... woah!" I hummed, turning to him, "That's sick as fuck." I giggled.

"I'm not even done..." He hugged me from behind and rested his head on my shoulder, watching me.

"You're such an amazing artist. This is insane."

"Thanks..." I kissed the side of his head, "Are you done with your side?"

"No, would it be okay if I used the black?"

"Oh, yeah..." I handed it over.

"Thanks..." He gave me the red, and we continued our graffiti. Only about five more minutes went by when our cans ran out of paint, and we admired our work. My wall held the same piece I had been working on on my bed. Except of course, in spray paint instead of pencil.

"Damn..." He pulled his phone out and snapped a photo. I did the same. Then, I turned to his side, and smiled. Frank covered it with band logos and dumb cartoon people. On one spot, there held a heart with an arrow through it, and our initials inside.

"Wow," I held my hand to the heart, "This is so cool." I snapped a picture of his wall too.

"We should probably go before the guy gets suspicious."

"Right..." I took the spray cans with me, throwing them into a large garbage can, and getting back into the car while Frank returned the bathroom key. He climbed back in, laughing, then kissed me. Then kissed me again, and all around my face.

"I don't want this night to end." He whispered.

"Me neither, I don't wanna go home. Not yet."

"What if we went to my house? You could stay the night, if you'd like..."

"Yeah," I nodded, "I wanna stay with you..."

"Cool..." He kissed me again before driving off. The ride was mostly silent as we had become fairly worn out from our adventure.

The house he drove up to was small and fairly worn down. Paint was chipping and the wood porch looked like it could fall apart from underneath you. We got out of the car, walking up the rickety wooden steps, and onto the porch. He opened the screen door, which made a loud creek, but stopped before opening the front door.

"You have to be really quiet. My parents are asleep, I don't want them to find you. I could get in trouble..."

"Alright..."

I did as told while he opened the front door. We were immediately met with the living room, I couldn't see much since the lights had been turned off. From what I could see there was a door on both sides of the room, and on the back wall was an open door way leading into the kitchen. Frank took my hand and brought me into the room on the left, closing the door quietly behind us.

He flicked on the lights and kissed me hard. Frank's hands held my waist again as I kissed back. My fingers held his cheeks.

"Someone likes kissing me..." I whispered. He chuckled, resting his forehead against mine.

"You're so beautiful..." I smiled, then kissed him again, "As much as I'd love to stay up kissing you, I'm like, really tired."

"Me too..." He pulled away, going through his drawers. I sat on his bed, now getting a good look at his room since Frank had distracted me when I first walked in.

The room was fairly small, rectangular. A window was set at the front wall, which you could also see at the front of the house, the opposite wall was where his closet sat. His bed was fairly small, about a twin sized with one side up against the wall with a window. The walls were covered in posters and things. He didn't have much else besides a set of drawers up against the wall a few feet away from his closet.

"Here..." Frank handed me a pair of pajamas, "You can change in here, I'll change in the bathroom."

"Alright..." I kissed his cheek before he left the room.

Once I finished changing, I admired the many things on his walls. Photos, posters, spray paint, and little doodles littered the white walls. When the bedroom door opened, I was particularly interested in a photo of Frank from elementary school. He was sticking his tongue out while another boy had his lips scrunched together.  

"Hey..." His eyes were now on the photo, he snickered, "Y'know Gerard Way?" I nodded, he pointed to the other boy.

"That's him?" I giggled, he nodded.

"And in the back..." He pointed to a boy in the background, not paying attention to the camera, "Mikey..." I giggled.

"You guys have been friends for so long. It's sweet."

"Yeah, Ray was there too, but he didn't make it into the photo I guess," He chuckled, "First grade birthday party was wild." I giggled, kissing his cheek.

"C'mon, let's get to bed..."

"Yeah..." He shut off the lights, then climbed under the sheets, "C'mere babe..." I slid under the covers beside him. His arms went around me.

"Frank?" He hummed, "Thank you, for this night. I think I really needed this..."

"Aww, I had a lot of fun with you. I look forward to more wacky adventures with you." I giggled.

"Goodnight Frankie."

"Goodnight Y/n." He kissed my cheek, before moving a little bit until he was comfortable. This has been such an amazing night... my Frankie... I could get used to calling him that... goodnight my love...

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Well, this one shot is over 3,800 words. Damn. But I had so much fun!! I came up with the idea last night. Kinda based it off of the smashing pumpkins song/mv 1979. Yeah, hope you liked it! Have a wacky day~peace out cheesebags