„We're Not Having a Threesome With My Sister“

„You actually bet on that? You imbecils, oh my God, you would.“ Gerard wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, but the twins were already doing both for him.

They were behind the school, and Gerard was right- they both were smokers, not that he expected any less from them. Leah was currently on the floor, wiping her tears from when Frank told her all about how 'Gerard would lick his lover's feet' and Frank was sprawled across the grass, even though Gerard was pretty sure it was all muddy and wet and probably had some dog piss all over it, but he didn't care as he was snickering at God knows what anymore.
„Pay up, Frankenstein.“ Leah extended her hand as Frank dug through his pockets, rolling his eyes.
„I was so convinced you were a dom, how did I missjudge that?“ Frank grumbled as he dropped some money into Leah's hands. She grinned and kissed him on the cheek, intentionally drooling all over his face.

„A dom? In those jeans? Please, even I could be more dominant than him.“ Leah stole Frank's cigarette and talked around it. Gerard was amazed at how close they were. He kind of desperately wanted to see them fight- not bicker, they do that all the time- but actually fight, because he can't even imagine how that would look like. They were like two sides of the same coin, or whatever other poetic crap people can come up with, that was them.

„In your dreams, bitch, you and Gerard are tied for the first place, because I am 100% sure both of you would wear, like, a buttplug or something, I don't know. Butt plugs are serious, and you two would go that far, wouldn't you? You would, and you know why? Because you're submissive! S-u-b-m-i-s-s-i-v-e, completely and entirely.“

Gerard did not have the mental image of Frank making him wear a butt plug. He didn't. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar and probably smells weird.

Gerard was in the middle of banging his head against his knees when he remembered he had to give Pete his candy bar. He tapped the side pocket on his bag to make sure it hasn't been stolen by squirrles or some other animal intent on ruining Gerard's life, because Gerard Way keeps his deals.

He explained the twins the Pete thing and they dismissed him, but he soon regretted it as he faced the doors that lead to the lunch room. How the fuck did he find out where Pete was? Probably with Patrick. Yeah, definitely with Patrick.

When he opened up the cafeteria doors, it went down kind of like this.

gerard: :O
students: ..... yadda yadda .... blah blah ...
gerard: :OOO
students: yadda yadda
pete: :D
patrick: :* (mostly towards Pete)
gerard: D: D: D:
gerard: ._.
pete: :D
gerard: ._.
pete: :D
gerard: :(
pete: :D
gerard: D:
pete: :D
gerard: :)
pete: :D
gerard: :D

Well, kind of. He was nervous about the other students noticing him but they didn't, everyone was all wrapped up in their own problems and worries and little world, which he was endlessly thankful for.

He spotted Pete besides Patrick, of course, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Of course, that was normal behaviour for Pete; but Patrick probably had some influence on it, since he was not so subtly stroking his thigh and- Gerard did not need to see this, God no, he was just here to pay up.

And when he left, he was relieved of the candy bar and probably had lipstick stains everywhere, because no matter what Pete said, Gerard was absolutely positive that that man wore lipstick.

-
Before Gerard even knew it, the weekend came around. And that meant going to the gig with Frankie. Which was all sorts of trouble.
He was also being mocked by both his brother and his mom because he changed, what, three outfits already? And the „date“, as his mom kept calling it, was supposed to happen in an hour.

„Is Frankie gonna pick you up?“ Mikey wiggled his eyebrows at Gerard, who totally would have flipped him off if he wasn't busy putting eyeliner on. (Shut up.)
„Such a gentleman, that young boy.“ Gerard grummbled in annoyance as his mother joined in with the teasing, but he secretly loved it. I mean, c'mon, how many people have a mom that would sit on her son's bed at 5 PM eating cookies and discussing boy crushes?
Gerard mentaly slapped himself. It's not a date, he doesn't want you in that way, nobody fucking wants you in that way.

Gerard looked at himself in the mirror, and had to admit, he actually looked... well, decent. He was wearing impossibly tight leather jeans (they made his ass look amazing, okay, stop laughing), a black tank top that made him look way skinnier than he actually was and some sweet ass boots that were probably Mikey's.

„Okay, so how exactly are you planning to remain looking like this for an hour?“ Mikey snickered from the bed.
„Well, knowing Frank, he will probably be early.“ Honestly, Gerard only said that so he doesn't seem desperate for getting ready so early, but when their doorbell chimed his eyes flew out of his head.

„Knowing Frank, he will probably come early..“ Mikey mocked as he got up from the bed to answer the door, because Gerard was obviously not going anywhere.

„Honey? Don't worry, you'll do great, just be yourself and remember, use protection.“ That had Gerard blushing and his mom smirking as she pushed him down the stairs to what will probably be the last day he has on this Earth.

To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die, he thought to himself as he saw Frank and Mikey chatting at the door and his breath stopped in his lungs. For a second, he thought of saying 'wow you look so good I might pass out', but then remembered he was too awkward for that, and then followed through with the passing out.

Notes

Short, sorry.
But hey, awkward!Gerard. What else is new, huh?