In My Remains

For answers yet to come

A/N: And another chapter. Or rollercoaster... Lol. Yes I wanted to include and actual person, cameo, there. Sorry for the ones that might be disappointed that it wasn't Mike and that I chose who I chose. Buahaha. Oh and we have more answers, woohoo!

Enjoy, and so on...

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"So I managed to narrow the people down to a few. There were plenty of options but some are like... nope", Mike sat next to Brad holding a piece of paper in his hands.

"What?", Brad almost choked on his coffee looking at the paper. He had seriously written down bunch of names thinking who had I had sex with, he thought.

Mike sighed staring at him. "Do you really think I could have just let it go? Brad I need to know."

"No you don't. You certainly don't need to know. And you won't. I'm not telling anything", the guitarist shook his head turning his gaze away. He was same time slightly amused and flattered, but then also mad and annoyed.

"I do. So! I left out few bands just completely, knowing we didn't even talk with them and so on, just to make it easier. Peter Steele.... Errrrrm. Nope. Pushing that thought aside instantly. Billy Corgan. Again no, don't think that's possible", Mike listed.

"Mike seriously let's not... What the fuck, Peter Steele though? Was he even gay?" Brad frowned.

"Well were you either? But yeah, let's not think that further", the emcee shook his head his cheeks flushing. "Then I was thinking Corey Taylor isn't that type either. Nor Jacoby..."

"I'm just listening here and trying to figure out what the hell goes in your head. Why are you going with the singers?" Brad sipped his coffee not looking at the other.

"Wait what?" the emcee stopped staring at him and his mouth gaping open.

Brad sighed and shook his head. He didn't want to give any glues.

"Uhm... Okay. So... Shit", Mike stopped to think. "Then I ruled out Matthew Bellamy and Jack White."

"Are you listening to yourself? How ridiculous this is?" Brad said. He was getting nervous cause Mike certainly had narrowed the people down, correctly.

"Yes. And I said I need to know. So if you're not going to just say the name I'm going to dig it out. So I am left with Scott Weiland, Jared Leto, Gerard Way, Jake Shears and the Madden brothers. Which...", Mike stopped again, thinking about all those. And somehow it made his heart ache and stomach feel weird. It was years ago, why the fuck do I care, he thought.

"Scott eeeew... Mike for fuck's sake!" the guitarist groaned. "Now I have think about it too! All those, argh..."

"That's one down Brad. Just tell me. It's easier that way anyway", Mike poked him.

"I won't! And how the hell you even get to those! Madden brothers... Oh my god. Your brains are weird", Brad shook his head in disbelief.

"Aaaaand two more down. Pretty darn good three choices I would say", the half Asian nodded not a drop of humor on his voice.

Brad stared at him not believing his ears.

"Please Brad", the other pleaded causing Brad only to shake his head vigorously.

"But Mike why? It doesn't change a thing. It was years ago. You...", Brad bit his lips.

"Cause I need to know. I told you already. It bugs me that I don't. Cause I can't take thinking about you with all those people", Mike sighed his eyes desperate.