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"Guys, we have new tour bus!"
Frank blasted through the dressing room door like a hurricane, and then left again at the speed of light.
"What- what was that?" Ray stuttered.
"Oh, it's here already?" Mikey the ever so unbothered one said calmly while fixing his glasses that got slightly askew because of Frank's dramatic entrance.
"Frank, wait for meeee!" Gerard exclaimed, zooming out of the door. The mixed nuts that he was snacking were flying and scattering on the floor.
Ray was running after him, yelling like a mother hen. "Gerard, slow down! Watch your step! The bus won't go anywhere!" He then turned his head to Mikey. "C'mon, Mikey!"
Mikey sighed. Since Frank joined the band, the chaos had doubled. His and Gerard's energy were a match made in hell.
At the parking lot, he found a black bus, surrounded by his three band members and other crews. There were oohs-aahs here and there.
"Aah, Mikey, c'mere!" Gerard found him and grabbed his shoulder. "What a sight, huh? Now we don't need to ride on that stupid van anymore!"
"Hey!" Brian, their tour manager, was offended. "I can hear you!" That stupid van was his.
Ignoring the older man, Gerard and Frank were racing to get into the bus, giggling merrily like the idiots they were.
The manager's eyes met Mikey, and the bassist understood his pain, having to deal with two children like Gerard and Frank. He patted Brian's shoulder sympathetically before climbing into the bus.
"Careful, guys! We don't wanna break anything." Ray was tailing him.
"Look, Ray, they have beds! We can sleep properly while touring!" Gerard exclaimed excitedly.
"Guess what? They have a fully functioning toilet with a shower!" Frank grinned widely, his hair and t-shirt were wet.
Mikey let out a snort. "I can see that you tested it out."
"You bet I am!" Frank shook his hair like a dog after bath. Water was flying everywhere.
"The fuck?!"
*
After a while, the over eager inspection finished and the excitement died down. Ray was lying on one of the bunks, testing its comfort. Mikey was standing near the door to the lounge, looking at the TV set and couch, and couldn't wait to play video games there. Gerard found Frank, grabbed him by the shoulders, pinned him to one of the bunk beds, stared huskily at his eyes, and asked with all the seriousness in the world.
"Frank-" Gerard inched closer to Frank stunned face.
The guitarist gulped. His heart raced a bit. Under the gaze of Gerard's hazel eyes, who wouldn't?
"-now that we can sleep on bed, do you wanna be on top or bottom?"
Frank choked. Gerard caught him offguard. Top or bottom? To be asked like that by Gerard himself, the man that he adored, the main reason he joined the band. His imagination was running wildly.
"Uh-" He blushed furiously. "I don't mind to be whatever though, it's really up to you…"
"Whoa-whoa, Frank!" Ray interrupted. He yanked Frank from Gerard. At the same time, Mikey grabbed his brother's shoulder, pulled him away from Frank.
Ray stared at Frank menacingly. "Listen here, you little shit! He asked you about the bunk bed. The. Bunk. Bed. Got it?"
"Eh, what?"
Gerard was so confused. "What is it, Mikey?"
"It's okay," Mikey said with a pained face. "Let's just get you away from here."
Meanwhile, Ray's hand was on Frank's collar. The younger man was so short, Ray was literally towering him. "I know what you're thinking, you perverted shit-"
"Hey, he asked so seductively, I can't help but thinking about it!" Frank tried to defend himself, still blushing madly.
"We really should do something about that dirty mind of yours." Ray let go of his grip to drill his knuckles to Frank's head.
"Ow, my head, my head!"
Gerard watched the commotion, eyebrows furrowed. "I still don't understand..." he mumbled. His head tilted sideways like a confused puppy. "I was just asking a question?"
"It's how you phrased it, okay?" Frank yelled frustratedly.
"No, Frank, don't you dare put the blame on him!" said Ray, the ever so protective mother hen of his baby chick.
"Whoa, I'm sorry!"
Mikey dragged his brother out from the bus. "Let Ray handle it, man."
Gerard frowned while following Mikey descending the stair. "But, Mikey, I still don't know what Frank's preferred position is, though. I don't mind if he wanted to be on top-" he stopped because Mikey suddenly turned to face him.
Mikey stared intensely at his brother, then gave a loud exasperated sigh. "Frank was right, it's the way you phrased it." He shook his head and continued walking, leaving his brother behind. "Why am I related to you?" he mumbled under his breath.
"What? Mikey! Whaaat?"
***