Set in the early 2000s.

Frank Iero was a pretty well known guy in your town, he could be rude and act like an ass, but other times he could be okay. You used to go to school with him, he was an outcast in school, a band nerd. Always finding a way to play guitar, one way or another. He went to parties frequently to avoid life in general, getting drunk off his ass.

It has been a couple years since then. Now he worked in the local Blockbusters, which seemed like a fitting job for him, sometimes he'd have a guitar sitting at the back behind the counter. You'd know since you went in every once every week or so. He seemed uninterested in everything around him. Always reading a comic or looking at something on the computer which was probably a movie.

Today you wanted to binge some movies since why the hell not? It was the weekend with no work and just time for you to relax. You walked in and he was quietly reading a book of some sort, his lip rings shimmering in the fluorescent lights of the store. He smirked at a page in the book, it was probably something funny or something dirty, but how would you know? He never really spoke, always just saying the price of the movie and the date you'd need to take it back by, usual cashier things. You walked over to the horror movie section and browsed quietly. Hearing him occasionally scoff or chuckle faintly.