Really? Oh, Me Too.

"I'd say we're goin in a bit of a different direction this time." Ray was really the only one answering the annoying repetitive questions while Bob twiddled his thumbs and Gerard tapped on his thigh. "Uhm...well, yeah, I think we're just all excited to go out and tour and see everyone. More than just say what we want people to hear, we want to hear what they're trying to say."

"They being our fans." Gerard said in the most monotone voice I have ever had the decency not to comment on.

They interviewer seemed bored too, but at least he's getting paid. "Onto the fun part." He theatrically holds up his phone. "Now I asked your fans to send me questions to ask you. These are fairly fresh questions because I asked about 15 minutes ago." He scrolled up and down on last years android before apparently deciding on a question. "Okay, so this one has come from BrickPenguin78. They asked 'who's the best cook out of all of you? The worst?'."

Without hesitation, I shoot up my hand. "I'll take the best just because I've tasted their cooking and obviously, BrickPenguin78 hasn't. "

Bob cuts in. "I don't really recommend anyone to actually taste it, though. I think Frank's the best and Gerard's the worst. I mean, he doesn't really cook at all. At least, Me and Ray put in some effort."

"I made cake for your birthday and you loved it. Everyone loved it!" Gerard attempted to object.

"Well, I didn't want to be rude. You did try that time, but it took you like 5 hours to make 9 cupcakes." Ray laughed a little bit, but he obviously tried for a sincere, consrtuctive tone.

"They were 9 good cupcakes, though." He really should've left it alone. Now, we weren't going to hold back and he'd really never cook which ,come to think of it, really wouldn't be the worst thing.

"Not really. You made them from a box for white cake and they taste like overripe mangos." I admit.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure I got a little sick after eating that." Bob's eyes kinda glazed over at the memory.

Ray grimaced. "I pretty sure I'm getting a little sick at the memory of eating that."

"Well then,no further comment." Gerard huffed.

The interviewer gave Gerard a sympathetic look. "I can't cook either and I would never put anyone through the trauma of one of my cupcakes." He tried not to laugh, but gave up snickering behind his pages of stupid questions that we'd sat through for ages. "Let's see here... Okay, BlackSapphire wants to know if Frerard and/or Frikey are real. I'm bad with names, but I'm sure none of you go by Freard or Frikey, so would you mind explaining what these words mean to me and whoever else doesn't have a clue?"

Well, this interview got fun rather quickly. I let out a warm chuckle. "To answer your question they're both couplenames that I guess the fans came up with and um well, I'm in both pairings so I don't understand the 'and'."

"Sorry, but I still don't quite get it." He said seeming to really not understand, but Gerard answered before I could.

Pointing to make sure the dude knew who was with who in which pairing, Gerard said "Me and Frank would be Freard because Frank and Gerard. Frank and Mikey would be Frikey."

"Oh, okay. Now ,I feel stupid."

"I'm not the 'and' type, BlackSapphire. I'm actually slightly hurt that you put it in there. As for BlackSapphire's question, or relationship stauses are up for debate. I mean, I probably have a different point of view than other people with an opinion."

"I'll take that as yes, then." He said cheekily.

"I know Frerard's not real. I speak for Frikey, though." Gerard said casual as hell with his stupid cute grin on his face. I just gape at him because he's the handsome death of me.
"I mean I love you like a good friend, obviously. I put up with you on the road and I still love you, so I guess I love you like a brother." He seemed super pleased with his answer, but he just... He just said we were...

The interview was over soon enough andwe race to pack up since we hadn't done it ahead of time because we procratinate that much and we had to be on the bus in 4 hours. As I through my stuff into bags and suitcases and whatever before we all pile in to Bob's, I can't stop thinking of how he'd said Frerard, the way it rolled off his tongue like the sweetest thing to every kill and how his eyes managed to catch light from positively nowhere on the ride to the actual bus.

o_0 TIME LAPSE 0_o

While the two of us were alone, shoving stuff anywhere in the bunk area, I decided to confront him. I had no earthly idea what I was going to say, but we obviously were on different pages, chapters, voulmes of the book. "So do you kiss Mikey like that?"

"Excuse me?" He said and he had a sassy twinge to his tone that made me want to storm out, kick him in the balls, and wake up to him every morning at once.

"You said you loved me like a brother. You kissed me to-fucking-day,soI'm just curious to know if you kiss your family like that is all." I shrug.

"Frank I was joking." He had the audacity to smile at me. He had the nerve to kill me and the hopes of all I ever wanted, then tell me I'll look back at this and laugh someday soon.

"When?!" I felt my eyes water, but after turning away and blinking I knew I wouldn't slip up.

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