Can We Stay Lost On Our Way Home?
Frank Iero practically lived on the party scene; he always drank, got high or went out with random girls that he had met in his previous parties, not even remembering some of them. People wondered what happened to the innocent, smart guy who was creative and intelligent. Unfortunately, that had ended when he turned fifteen and turned to another friend: Hambone. Because he couldn’t pursue his artistic behavior, he gave up and harshly punished himself for it.
Now 19, he couldn’t give a fuck and couldn’t care less about anyone or anything. His heart was trapped and cold, nothing but bitterness from him.
He absolutely despised the man that was his best friend’s brother.
Gerard Way.
The artistic genius that everyone seemed to admire. He saw things in a way that people couldn’t understand; he saw things in his own perspective that seemed too unique for anyone to decipher.
Why did Frank hate him so much?
What happens when they’re forced to be at least decent around one other… during a vacation in LA?
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(The rating may change in the future.)
Now 19, he couldn’t give a fuck and couldn’t care less about anyone or anything. His heart was trapped and cold, nothing but bitterness from him.
He absolutely despised the man that was his best friend’s brother.
Gerard Way.
The artistic genius that everyone seemed to admire. He saw things in a way that people couldn’t understand; he saw things in his own perspective that seemed too unique for anyone to decipher.
Why did Frank hate him so much?
What happens when they’re forced to be at least decent around one other… during a vacation in LA?
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(The rating may change in the future.)