My -High School- Romance

"Hi Frank," Gerard smiled.
Frank pulled a concerned face. "Hi, Gerard. You okay now?"
"Fine, I guess..." Gerard muttered, looking at his feet.
Frank knodded, smiling. "Hey dude, do you wanna get a coffee? I feel like I'm gonna die of thirst here."
"Alright."
They walked to the coffee shop, not saying anything.
Gerard couldn't help but stare at the intricate drawings on Frank's hands. The word "HALLOWEEN" had been scrawled on hus nuckles, with patterns down his arms. Gerard had always wanted a tattoo, but his mum said he would have to wait until he was 18. His mind slowed down a little, as realised he'd been watching Frank's hands. He looked up, seeing Frank staring at him, a smirk on his face.
"You like something you see?"
Gerard stepped back, a little shaken. "I'm um sorry..." he said. "I just like the drawings on your hands." He felt his cheeks get hotter, and redder. Shit.
"I get bored in class..." He said, flexing his fingers. "I did this in Engish class." He traced the word 'bookworm' on his hands, smiling a little to himself.
"That's cool." Gerard pulled Frank's hand a little closer so he could examine it. "Woah, you're pretty good..." He looked up to see Frank, who was looking thoughtfully at him.
"You're an artist, aren't ya?" He said, smirking.
Gerard let his hand go. "Yeah... Sorry."
"Hey don't worry." Frank said, tucking his hands in his pockets. He kind of liked the attention for stuff like that but he didn't want to embarass his friend. Friend. He could call him that, right?
"Excuse me, are you actually going to buy anything or are you two lovebirds gonna stand there all day?" A heavily tattooed woman with blue hair turned to them, raising her eyebrows.
Gerard shrugged his shoulders, frowning. "We're not, um..."
He wished.
"Come on, you gonna get some coffee or not?"
"Yeah, two please." Frank answered, stepping forwards to the counter. He put his hand down into his pockets, pulling out a couple dollars. "Thanks." He nudged Gerard and pulled him over to the chairs at the front of the café. "Come on, you idiot." He whispered, a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth.
They both sat down, their legs crossed, in silence for a minute or two.
Just silence.
But-
"Here, two coffees."
They both turned to look at the waitress, who had a sarcastic smile on her face.
"Thanks." Gerard's strangled voice came out.
Frank took the cups and sat them on the table. He watched her until he was sure she was out of earshot, and then turned back to Gerard. "Okay, we seriously need to talk." He blurted out.
"What?" -
Pulse raising. Sweating. Blood pumping harder and harder.
"Gerard, I think you know."
He looked down into his coffee, watching it swirl a little on the top. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Gerard closed his eyes tight, trying to shut out everything around him. The touch of Frank's chair on the side of his leg. His shallow breathing. His beating heart, drumming in his ears. Those hands. Those silly little things; the things about Frank that -admittedly- made him want to kiss him.
Frank shuffled his chair over to Gerard's, making a little squeaking noise that broke Gerard's concentration on everything but him.
"Do you like me?" Frank whispered.
Gerard's eyes shot open. What?
"'Cause I really like you."
Gerard's heart started racing again. Did he mean it? His mind exploded, as he tried to stop himself from smiling. He said nothing.
"Because," Frank continued, watching Gerard's lips. "One minute you say you love me, and the next you're telling me to back off... And I don't want you to feel awkward, but you're giving me mixed signals here. I honestly don't know what to think with you." He exhaled loudly. "You're a really cute guy Gerard."
He loved the taste of Gerard's name on his lips nearly as much as Gerard did hearing it. His voice twanged.
"Can you just tell me: Do you like me?"

Notes

Aaaahh so cute I ship Frerard so much :3 Okay this really esalated I'm sorry. I'll try to update more often and stuf so yeah.

Quick question: Who do you think tops? Just curious.