Gee, You Are You My Chem, Frank/Ray, R, ~1800 words, written for impertinence , thanks to etben for kicking my ass into writing it and making sure it didn't suck. "Mikeyway, be my life guru," Frank said, slumping down next to him in the back of the van. Mikey didn't look up from his phone. "The rest of the band would probably tell you that you might want to find someone else for that job," he said. "Why? You don't have the one true answer to life, the universe, and everything... read more
