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Who's your My Chemical Romance Boyfriend? (Pictures & Story)
 You got Frank. Your story:"Oh God. Why am I doing this?" You groaned to yourself as you flicked through the folder that the tattoo artist had given you. By this time you were half way through and still had yet to see something you liked and didnt look too painful. Turning to the next page you felt the seat beneath you give slightly. You looked to your left to see the cause and sitting beside you was probably your biggest hero ever; Frank Iero. You were utterly gob-smacked. After all the gigs you had gone to and all the signings you had attended it was here, in a tiny tattoo parlour just outside of Belleville, that you bumped into Frank Iero himself. He soon turned to face you and caught you staring. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to stare its just that-" You flushed crimson as he extended his hand to you. "That's fine really. Not to be big-headed or anything but Im kinda used to it. Oh I'm Frank by the way." "Yeah I know." You said biting your bottom lip. "And you are?" He encouraged."Oh, I'm Lucy." You said snapping back to reality. "Hey Lucy. So what tattoo are you thinking of getting?" He asked, gesturing to the open folder that was now laying on your lap. "I don't know. To be honest with you I'm pretty scared." You admitted shyly. "Haha. First one I take it?" Frank laughed. You nodded staring at him as his laughed filled you with the most peculiar feeling making it impossible to look away. Catching his breath he caught your eye. Embarrassed your eyes dropped back to the folder on your lap. "I like that one." You said more to yourself. You were pointing at a small cluster of stars, not much larger than the tip of your little finger producing from a shoot gun. They gradually increased in size as they got further away from the gun. Underneath it, written in a beautiful cryptic font was shoot down the stars. "Cool. Not my sorta thing but this is coming from a guy with the word "HALLOWEEN" tattooed on his fingers, a Jack O Lantern on his back, "Keep the Faith" on his upper back, the letters "N.J." inside his lip, which stands for New Jersey just so you know, "I wish I were a ghost" around his right wrist, a dove on his left lower chest, an anchor on the lower part of his right bicep with an "N" and "J" on either side, and a scorpion on the right side of his neck. He also has, since he doesnt have a real job, a scorpion tattoo as high up on his body as he could possibly get." He finished smirking at your shocked expression."And may I ask why?" You half laughed, astounded at just how many tattoos he had."Meh. Loads of reasons really. They all mean something to me though. I'm not really into the whole I'm-gunna-get-a-tattoo-just-cause-I-feel-like-it thing." He told you, his hands flying in all directions as he spoke. "Ow! Frank, you just poked me in the eye." You said jumping away from him slightly. "Huh?" He asked looking intently into your eyes. "You just poked my eye out." You said leaning further back still."Oh man, I'm so sorry! I tend to throw my hands around without noticing while talking." He apologised. "Oh that's fine. I don't really use my left eye much since it's covered by my hair anyway." You laughed shaking your head."Oh I feel really bad now." He said diverting his eyes away from you. "It's alright really I'm-" You were cut off by the tattoo artist calling your name. "Lucy. I'm so sorry. I want to make it up to you." Frank begged you. "Okay then. How about you come with me to get my tattoo done? I don't think I can do it alone. Well unless the guy doesn't like hearing much, in which case I would be doing him a favour." You offered."Sure. Sounds good to me. And you can dig your nails in my hand all you want. Nothing could hurt more than getting dog piled by my fellow band mates." He shuddered making you laugh. "Cool." You said, as he grabbed you by the hand, sending shivers down your spine."No going back now." He smirked. "Don't mess with me or I might accidentally draw blood." You grinned back as he pulled you into the main room. Hope you enjoyed itPlease Rate/MessageLove MCR? Love Frankie? Why not read my short story about him and my info quiz for my new story.SLC xo <3 Take this quiz! 
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