Play The Field.

Soccer. Frank.

In my mind, those two words are also equal to another word: love.

I've been in love with the game of soccer since I was born. I've been in love with Frank Iero since the age of five, when he first moved in across the street from me.

It took me nearly fifteen years and one disastrous screw up to figure out which one I loved more.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mikey, Frank or any other member of My Chemical Romance. This never happened, and the only thing I own is the plot.