"Yes, it was kinda complicated at first." Gerard remembered, turning his eyes to Frank, who nodded.
"Fucking complicated. We were sure that'd end the band, and our life as well." Frank dramatized, smiling and gesturing at the way a bomb would explode.
"Sure. And that's been happening since..." The young reporter asked, targeting the doubts of the thousands of fans who were glazing on the TV at the time.
"Oh." Gerard stopped, embarrassed, feeling his cheeks burn. Frank laughed, bit his lip where he once had a piercing and shook his head.
"Uh, no, we won't talk about it." Iero continued to laugh, and rubbed one of his arms even unwillingly, just to lead with the timidity and anxiety.
"Why not? What if I try to guess it?" The woman taunted, watching Gerard shift the position of his legs in the chair with such nervousness. She could hit him and he couldn't disguise it.
"Try me." Frank teased back, resting his face in one of his hands and feeling the tension that took Gerard completely. Frank Iero wasn't afraid, he already imagined that everything would happen the way it was happening... and wanted to have fun, after all.
"First Warped, everyone starting adulthood, full of hormones and doubts..." She ventured, raising an eyebrow and smiling. Gerard was so red that his forehead caught fire. His hands were cold. He smiled and shook his head no. Frank made the same gesture.
"We'll just tell you if you get it right. I'll give you two more chances." Frank answered, listening to a quiet 'what the fuck?' of Way's mouth. He was incredulous at the younger's sadistic amusement.
"Okay... uh... Pro Rev? We got the video here. Can we put it-" She was quickly interrupted by Gerard.
"Come on! Everyone has seen this video!" He laughed desperately, bringing one hand to his face. He was beginning to sweat.
"You didn't guess it, dear." Frank remembered, cross-legged, strutting unkemptly on the strand of his black Vans.
"Okay, I still have one more chance." She teased back, sipping her giant cup of coffee.
"Hit me." Frank smirked, waiting for the girl's attempt.
"I'm going to play dirty now and talk like a fan, and if I hit it right, I'll know only for your face expression. Especially yours, Gerard Way." She laughed, and realized how Gerard was distressed. He was scared to death.
"Only one more chance." Frank laughed back, entwining his tattooed fingers.
"Okay. Easy. Bullets." The girl continued to smile, victorious, taking some tranquility in her voice. At that moment Gerard's eyes widened and he stared at the floor; Frank, trying to look incorruptible, narrowed his eyes and laughed too loud. At that moment, the reporter knew she had gotten what she wanted. The two, still, didn't know how to react properly.
Frank looked at Gerard, held out a hand, and the vocalist held it tight. They smiled at each other, and laced their fingers together. The young woman celebrated, euphoric, clearly representing fans from all over the world.
Frank then nodded and still holding Way's hand, settled into his chair and stared at the older man.
"I think she got it, babe." He blushed his cheeks, and Gerard smiled beautifully, nodding.
"I think I'll have a heart attack of cuteness, help!" The woman whimpered, bewitched by their attitude.
"I couldn't wait to do this." Gerard took over, still smiling as if two ribbons were holding his cheeks to opposite sides.
"I love you." Frank whispered, kissing his fingers.
And the fandom was right once again.
