do you know what you got into

[justtothesea]

So a while ago, my brain wanted me to write Adam (Lambert) and Gerard doing something together, so I did this. Not-exactly-fic, and it's short. This one's for you, brain!


THERE IS NO BEGINNING AND THERE IS NO END. THERE IS ONLY MIDDLE. ENJOY THE MIDDLE. MAKE UP FOR YOURSELF WHY THIS IS HAPPENING IN THE FIRST PLACE IDK.

"Can I try on this shirt? I think it might fit me."

"No?" Adam walks over and snatches his shirt away from Gerard. "Why are you even in here? You smell weird."

Gerard laughs and mumbles something and then keeps going through Adam's closet, says, "Yeah, that's what the guys said. They told me to go be somewhere else, and your door was open." He stops and glances around for a moment. "It smells really nice in here."

Adam wrinkles his nose and mutters, "Not anymore."

Gerard pulls out some pants, holds them at his waist. "You think these would fit me?"

"If you were on stilts, maybe."

Gerard laughs and touches Adam's arm. And, hey, Adam thinks Gerard's a really nice guy, and he's excited about this whole "the lead singer of My Chem is in my room, going through my clothes and touching me" thing, and he's really not pissed about that part at all. But he'd maybe be a lot more thrilled if Gerard didn't smell like he rolled around in shit all day.

Gerard says, "Yeah, touring man."

It doesn't smell like it's just from touring, Adam thinks, staring at Gerard.

"Yeah no, I don't know why but with me things get fucking dirty man, like seriously," Gerard laughs.

Adam blinks. Did I say that aloud?

"No," Gerard answers, Adam's eyes widen. Gerard stares, narrows his eyes and then says, "Oh! Oh, no, you were mouthing it."

Oh, Adam thinks, kind of relieved.

"Yeah, you're still doing it." Then Gerard hits Adam in the face with some feathers. "Oh hey, I have this same feather boa in fuschia!"

"Hey Gerard, you're cool and all man, but seriously, my things--"

"Oh, sweet vest." And Gerard puts it on.

Adam looks on with despair. "I can never wear it again," he says pathetically.

Gerard grins and looks in the mirror. "You think it looks good? Oh yeah, don't worry, I got febreze with me, man, it's cool."

Adam sobs a little.

I seriously can't write anything else... uuuh