(Mikey.) Coffee. I love coffee. Coffee is what wakes me up. My sigh fills the kitchen as I slurp away at it, holding the hot mug against my cheek. Gerard comes walking in, hood pulled up over his head. "Gimmie some coffee Mikes." He groans and sits down at the table across from me. I slide the cup across and he downs it, his face suddenly regains its colour and he smiles. "You ready to go Mikes?"
"Yeah, let's go." I grab my bag and follow Gerard out of the door.

**

We walk through the gates and Frank runs towards Gerard grinning like a fool.
He bends his neck slightly.
"Check it out, new tattoo." He smiles proudly. Gerard shivers, he hates needles and refuses to have any piercings or tattoos. Frank has his lip and nose pierced then there's the tons of tattoos.
"It's cool." I jump in to recover Gerard's failure at complementing it.
"Thanks Mikey. I got it on Friday night after school, designed it myself!"
"You're a good drawer. Picked up the skills from me no doubt." Gerard winks and laughs.
"Let's go Gee, we have PE first."
I'd like a PE lesson with Frank...that would be rather interesting. I bet his legs are perfect.
Gerard clicks his fingers in front of me and I snap out of my dream.
"W-what?"
"You were drooling!" Frank giggles making me blush.
"You've got a free period first haven't you Mikes?" Gerard asks me.
"I have, why d'ya ask?"
"Come with us, you can give us tips on baseball."

**

I sit on a bench staring down at the floor as they get changed.
Stealing quick glances at Frank every now and then.
One glance he had just taken his pants off and I stared, he saw me and smirked.
Gerard goes into the small toilet with his shorts and locks the door, leaving me blushing insanely with Frank.
"You're awkward around people changing." He states. No, I'm just awkward around you changing.
"Sort of."
He laughs but it's drowned out by the school bell ringing signaling the start of lesson, boys come pouring in through the changing room door, most immediately making fun of Frank.
It angers me but I'm too scared to speak up.
"Oh God. Have you got yourself a little boyfriend fag!" A tall jock plagues Frank and then approaches me. His hand clasps around the neck on my t-shirt and he lifts me from the bench and slams me into the wall. His rancid breath hitting my face makes me cringe and wriggle so one hand raises and punches me hard in the face.
"Get the fuck off my brother!" Gerard's voice echoes through the changing room.