My -High School- Romance

Gerard's heart began beating faster and faster, as he took a swig of coffee. Yes, he wanted to say. Yes yes yes yes yes. Wow. Nobody had ever told him they actually liked him.
"I..." Gerard didn't know what to say. What was he supposed to say.
"Hey, don't worry about it." Frank murmured. "I'll just go-"
Frank tried to stand up, feeling shaky hands tighten on his shirt collar. Gerard's hands were hardly strong enough to hold him, and his hands were slipping a little. But Frank didn't walk away.
"Yes."
"Wait, What?" Frank said, looking confused.
"Yes, I fucking love you. I love you're eyes, and the way you can just make me smile at any time even when i've gotten really bad, and how you can just make everything better for a brief moment. Frank, I can't stop thinking about you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me - of course I love you." Gerard paused and looked down at himself, realising what he had just said. "Please, just don't go."
Woah woah woah woah.
Frank giggled a little to himself. "Okay, Gee." He sat down. "Oh wait, I mean Gerard." He said, jokily.
"Hey, don't worry, 'Gee's fine by me..."
Frank looked down at his collar, where Gerard's hands were still hanging.
Well you're fucked, aren't ya, Gerard? His anxiety spat at him. He kept his hands tightly -or as tight as he could- around Frank's shirt.
Frank put his hands over Gerard's, pulling them away from his neck and onto his waist. He placed his own hands on Gerard's shoulders.
He tightened his hands on Frank's waist. "I love you." He breathed.
"I love you too." He brought his lips onto Gerard's.
Yes.
The kiss was nice, Gerard thought. He didn't really see it coming, but it was secretly what he wanted. He kept his hands on his waist and let his lips trace around Frank's face as his doodled hands found themselves in Gerard's scruffy black hair. His lips didn't really do anything there, they just sat there, right up against his face.
Gerard drew back and Frank's hands fell back down to his sides.
"I'm sorry, Gerard. Is there something wrong?" Frank tucked his hair behind his left ear.
Gerard looked guiltily over at the guy stood behind Frank. Yes, yes there fucking was something wrong. Shit. Oh shit.
"Um, Frank? You might want to look behind you."
Frank turned around. He frowned, letting go of Gerard. "Oh crap..."
"Gerard? Frank?" Mikey smiled. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Notes

Oh my god I got second-hand embarrassment from this :l

Say in the comments who you would be in this fic. I know I would definitely be Gerard...