Welcome To Hell [emo band gay groupchat]

No Homo and Somebody's Getting Laid

[Gerard's POV]

I was looking forward to finding the second clue with Frank. Hell, I'd be excited to go anywhere with Frank. 

Okay, yeah, he was my best friend, but a really hot best friend, nonetheless. A best friend that I want to hug and kiss and cuddle and fuck- no homo, though. Frank was a breath of fresh air for me. He was never the same as he was the day before. 

Yet, Frank was dependable.

"Hey, Gee," Frank smiled, catching my attention. "Ready to find the next clue?"

See? I rest my case.

"Hey, Frankie," I pulled out the piece of paper with the locker number on it. "Locker number is 387."

"I know where that one is, come on," Frank gripped my hand and I tried not to let it affect me. "Is there a code on the back or something?"

I looked at the back of the paper and sure enough, the code was 15-32-22.

"How'd you know?" I smiled.

"Lucky guess," was Frank's answer.

When we got to the locker, Frank backed up while I put the code into the lock. The door popped open with ease, a small and satisfying clicking sound filled the locker bank. The locker was almost completely empty. 

Empty except for a small box on the top shelf, which looked like- and probably was- a jewelry box. 

"Is that-"

[3rd POV]

Gerard opened the box before Frank had a chance to finish, picking another small note out of it. "I can't control myself because I don't know how," the note read. Under it was a shiny golden chain, the bottom attached to a beautiful key with patterns engraved within the design.

"That's beautiful!" Frank gasped. "Who is it from? Does it say?"

Gerard just shook his head and marveled at the necklace, his pale fingers cold against the golden key. He pressed it excitedly against his chest, seeing it there was surreal.

"Want me to help you put it on?" Frank suggested. Gerard nodded and unclipped the chain, giving the ends to Frank. Gerard almost concealed the shiver coursing through him when Frank's fingers brushed against his neck. He clipped it and Gerard could have sworn that Frank's fingers lingered for a split second.

Gerard turned to look at Frank, "W-well, it says a cute little... poem thing? B-but the next clue is just, 'This key opens one lock. Find it and you've got your person.'"

Frank bit his lip, "Now that's impressive."

"Well, whoever did this must know me well, Frankie," Gerard gushed. "'Cause I love cheesy shit." He twirled lightly on his heels, clutching the necklace to his chest. "Somebody's getting laid, I just gotta figure out who!"

Frank snorted with laughter, covering his scarlet-tinted face. "Gee, o-oh my fuckin' god."