You’re dating Frank Iero. It’s a very…aggressive relationship. You fight a lot, despite being very obviously truly in love. The fights sometimes become physical, always ending with you taking care of each other and usually making out.

You’re now sitting in the bedroom, watching tv on the bed. Frank comes in, looking around before his eyes land on the hole he once punched in the wall, which you framed. He walks over to it, fixing the frame from being crooked and sitting on the bed.

“Hey.” He says.