My -High School- Romance

Gerard spent the ehole rest of the day wishing to speak to Frank again - wishing to feel his fingers on him again. He just wanted to be with him all the time and to let those lips cover his face in the form of a billion kisses. He wanted him.
He heard the sound of his cell going off - it was Bullet With Butterfly Wings, by Smashing Pumpkins, his favorite of their songs. He turned to look at his phone, happy to see the name on his screen. He picked up.
"Hey Frank." He smiled.
"Hi Gee," he answered. Gerard could tell he was happy to hear the tone in his voice. "Hey it's my birthday in a week and my parents are out tonight. I've invited a few kids from high school to come over too, and Ray's gonna bring over some beers. You wanna come over? You can bring Mikey over too if you like."
"Yeah sure. What time do you want me to come over?" Gerard really wanted to go, it was just a shame that other people were going to. He wanted more time alone with Frank.
He could almost hear Frank thinking, deciding what to say. "Well, all the other guys are coming over at 9 tonight, but I was thinking you could help me set up? You can come over now if you want."
"Yeah that sounds great." Gerard wanted to play it cool. Of course he was glad to come over early. Of course he wanted Frank. He swelled up inside, excited. "I'll head out in a second."
Yes.
"Okay, see you later. Bye."
"Bye."
Gerard hung up and rushed to his wardrobe. What shade of black should I wear, he thought, laughing to himself. In the end he decided on a pair of black skinnies and a red t-shirt, with a grey hoodie.
"Hey mum, I'm going out to Frank's. Bye!" He called, slamming the door behind him.
*****
Gerard knocked on the door, unaware of the goofy smile on his face.
Frank opened the door. "Hey doofus," he said, smiling.
He was wearing a pair of shorts, down to his knees, and a t-shirt that said 'Fuck the police' on it. It made Gerard laugh a little. He looked very 'grunge'. He'd probably look nicer out of those clothes though, Gerard thought to himself.
"You wanna come in, or do you just want to stand there all day?"
Gerard didn't know what to say. "Um... Yeah?"
He walked in and took his shoes off at the door, looking around as he did so. His house had a kind of 'rustic' feel to it, but it was all very tidy.
"So..." Frank began. "Do you want a drink?"
Gerard smiled. "Yeah, you got any coffee?"
Frank knodded and headed into the kitchen, Gerard following him.
Gerard swallowed. What was he actually doing here?
"Mikey said you're a music enthusiast," Frank said, time later, handing Gerard his coffee. "I gotta show you something." He smirked, grabbing Gerard by the arm. "Come on."
He ran upstairs and stopped outside a door with a poster of a sceleton on it. It was hand drawn, with headphones over where the ears would be, and 'PUNK'S NOT DEAD' written under it. Frank opened the door. "Voila!" He said, opening the door.
"Dear lord-" Gerard muttered, covering his mouth with his hand. The walls were completely covered with posters -mostly bands- all bluetacked on, and a few guitars and amps sat in the corner. It was glorious.
"You sing, right?" Frank raised an eyebrow, pulling out a microphone.
"Oh... Not that well-" Gerard said, blushing.
Frank passed a folded piece of paper. "Here."
Gerard opened it, his mouth forming a smile. Lyrics. Smashing Pumpkin lyrics.
"I assumed you knew Tonight, tonight?" Frank smiled, passing Gerard the mic and picking up a guitar.
"Aha yeah!" Gerard said, containing the majority of his excitement. So this guy was hot, cute, funny, AND liked good music. Win.
Frank strummed a G chord. "You ready to sing then?" He smiled to himself.
Gerard knodded shyly. "Mhm."
'Time, is never time at all, You can never ever leave, Without leaving a piece of youth,'
Gerard smiled, holding the mic tight in his hands. He loved the sincere look of concentration on Frank's face as he plucked at his guitar.
'And our lives are forever changed, And we will never be the same, The more you change the less you feel,'
Frank looked up, smirking. He just loved Gerard's voice. He didn't understand how such an amazing person could be so modest.
'Believe, believe in me, believe, believe, that life can change that you're not stuck in vain. We're not the same, we're different... Tonight, tonight, tonight. So bright tonight, tonight,'
Gerard held the mic with both hands now, holding his mouth up against it with confidence.
The both of them looked at eachother, grinning. It was just beautiful, the way their parts fitted together perfectly. As if they were meant to play together.
Gerard put the mic down and put his arms around Frank, who hesitantly stopped playing and put down his guitar on the amp.
"I fucking love you," he whispered. "Do you even know how fucking cute you are?"
"You too." Frank said, scooping Gerard up in his arms and carrying him back downstairs.

Notes

I am actually in love with this now... :3
I promise I'll get some smut in there eventually :L Its just so difficult?? Please give advice in the comments because I am struggling so much with it.