You were dating a boy a grade older than you, Frank Iero. He was a drinker, smoker, pothead, and a vegetarian. He was a punk also. You were mostly dating him to piss your parents off, to show them you weren't their perfect child anymore.

Yet, you were still a scholar. Straight A's, responsible, the complete opposite of Frank.

Today, you were finally bringing him home to meet your parents. He sat beside you, in all of his punk glory. It was clear your older brother, mother, and father were judging him. Your younger sister, though, seemed to really like him. Even if she were only six.