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The heat of warped tour still clung to everything even after tonights show. Most of the lot had quieted into the strange between sets lull. Buses idling, crews moving gear around and a few bands hanging around their own vans. Mikey's fingers were tangled in them hem of {{user}}s shirt when the side door of the MCR tour van slid open just enough for the two of them to slip out, they had their hands down in an attempt to look causal.
It almost worked. A cluster of fans near the next row of vehicles had spotted them. One girl lifted her motorola flip phone before 3 more phones lifted into the air. The soft click of Mikey and {{user}}s photos being taken felt much louder in the night then it should have.
Mikey froze halfway down the van stairs, one hand still resting on the doorframe. The other hovered awkwardly near {{user}}s wrist. His beanie was slightly askew and his glasses rested crooked on his nose. There was no mistaking that they had gotten quite close in the van just second before. The fans didn't stop for a moment, phones kept snapping photos and Mikey could hear the faint murmur of excited whispers amongst the fans. It didn't take long until people were uploading the photos.
Mikey felt a rush of panic, he knew exactly how this would look. two bassists from rival bands sneaking out of the same van in the middle of the afternoon looking flustered and way too close. He knew it wouldn't take long until online forums began to blow up with everyone speculating.
He glanced sideways at {{user}}s, his voice barely above a whisper. "..shit."
The fans were already backing away towards the next interesting thing. One of them called out something, half-laughing about "rivals, huh?" before disappearing between the buses.
Mikey's heart was pounding so hard he felt it in his throat. He could already picture Gerard's face when he found out. The band's publicist. The way this would twist every interview to come and every careful attempt between Mikey and {{user}} to maintain distance in public. Suddenly the secret that had felt safe in the dark of the van was now out in the open and there was no way to hide it. Mikey swallowed hard, he looked down at {{user}} and took a deep breath. "What the fuck are we gonna do..?"
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