YOU KNOW WHAT THE FANS WOULD DO TO GUYS LIKE US IN GERARD'S SHITTY BASEMENT.

Gerard was trying the door again for the fourteenth time in the last half an hour. Apparently, if he tried enough, it would magically unlock itself. "Frank," he moaned as he pulled on the handle. "Go into my bottom drawer. I think there might be some hair grips in there,"

"Why the fuck do you have hair grips?" Frank asked with a chuckle as he crossed the room.

"My hair used to get in my face when I was drawing and it pissed me off. It still does," Gerard explained. Frank found a few grips and passed them to Mikey, who got up with a weary sigh and gave them to his brother.

Gerard slipped one into the lock, and did some confusing fiddly thing that Frank didn't understand. It took another ten minutes of this before the older Way shrugged his shoulders in resignation. "I give up, we're gonna rot in here,"

"Ray, are you sure you can't get internet?" Mikey asked. It appeared that Ray had taken ownership over the phone, and so it was in his hands to read out any text messages that he recieved. So far, they had only had the one. Ray was about to shake his head and say no, when he recieved a message. "Guys, we've got an update,"

"Shit, let me see!" Frank cried out and dived onto the bed beside Ray.

"There's a file attatchment..." the brunette mumbled with a frown. "It's a picture. Oh..." he mumbled.

"Oh?" Gerard raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"It's a... it's a compilation of erm, photos," Ray explained. "The fans," he said before letting Gerard take the phone. Ray seemed upset, and Mikey patted him on the back comfortingly.

"Oh... my..." Gerard didn't know what to say. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he had to blink frantically to will them away. It had seemed that their kidnapper had sent them pictures of fans holding up cardboard signs saying various different quotes. The people in the photos had undeniably been crying, yet they were putting on brave faces, trying to appear strong for their idols. That's what made a tear roll down Gerard's cheek. His own fan base was stronger than him.

"Gee?" Frank got up and took the phone. He glanced at the pictures with a stern face for a short second before going back to the original message. "Hey, it says something here," Frank said, more to himself than the others.

"What is it?" Mikey raised an eyebrow.

Frank swallowed. "I ah, it says that... it says, 'these fans are upset for two reasons. One, because of this situation you have found yourselves in, and two, because their favourite OTP died out. Bring it back to life. You have one minute recording time,"

"Oh, shit," Gerard mumbled.

"Did that say what I thought it said?" the younger Way was almost tempted to laugh.

Frank remained silent. Ray chewed his lip nerously before saying, "I assume they are talking about... ah, Frerard, right?"

"I think so," Gerard's voice was tiny.

"Let's just do it, okay?" Frank said, feiging boredom and irritation. Secretly though, he was bubbling with excitement. "Like he said, a minute tops. It can't be that bad,"

Gerard hesitaintly nodded. "Okay, let's just do it. At least they aren't asking us to have sex with each other,"

"Yet," Mikey sneered.

Gerard rolled his eyes before gesturing for Ray to begin recording. "Actually, wait," Gerard paused for a second. "Do you think we should plan this?"

"Yeah, we can do a dress rehearsal if you want," Frank shook his head, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Okay, so I'm gonna say 'trust me', then I'll kiss you, seem good?"

Gerard's cheeks flushed red slightly. "Yeah, I mean... sounds great. Let's do this!"

Everyone got into position, each of them doing their best not to laugh. Mikey made sure he was far out of the shot, and had a disturbed look on his face. He was sick of how everything around his brother was sexual.

"Okay, one.. two... three... action!" Ray began to record.

Frank was sat on the bed beside Gerard. They both looked pretty damn awkward, even though they had kissed in front of thousands of people before several times. Gerard closed his eys, and Frank made the first move. "Hey," he mumbled. Gerard glanced up nervously. Frank lifted a hand, then dragged his finger along the older man's jaw, lust in his hazel orbs. "You know... you've got something in your eye..." so Frank was going slightly off script, but he just had to. The temptation was insane.

Gerard made some kind of strange noise displaying his anxiety before he began to lean in, eyes fluttering shut. "Trust me..." Frank murmered before exploding into a fit of laughter. "I'm sorry," he choked out though the tears. "I can't..."

"You're an asshole," Gerard snorted before slapping the smaller man lightly across the face. "Are we gonna try again?" he glanced up to look at Ray who was fiddlng with the cell phone.

"I think we just wasted all of the time..." he said with a frown. "Oh, wait... yeah, I got it. Okay, from the top,"

This time, they didn't bother with making things awkward, and just got straight to the point. Frank was making a move to take things slowly, wheras Gerard just reached out and grabbed the younger man by his collar and smashed their lips together. Frank's eyes popped open slightly, before he melted into Gerard's embrace, and started to kiss him back. A hand snaked it's way around Frank's waist, and Gerard smiled into the kiss before firing it up with more passion, pushing Frank backwards onto the bed. Just as things were getting intense, Gerard jumped off of the small man. "That'll do," he grunted.

"Well..." Mikey grimaces, feeling disturbed. "I think everyone will be a happy about that..."

Notes

lol this story is fucking ridiculous idek why i'm even writing this shit lmao