My -High School- Romance

Neither of them really wanted to talk to Mikey, but it seemed that was happening now.
"Frank?" Mikey asked, pulling up a chair.
He turned and inhaled deeply, as if he had something to say, but he didn't.
"Please... Don't screw Gerard over?" Mikey sighed, rubbing his eyes.
"What?!" Frank and Gerard widened their eyes, looking startled.
"Do I get a say in this?" Gerard whispered,
"No." Mikey sighed. "Just, look after him. Please."
Mikey had a bead of sweat on his forehead, and worry in his eyes. Gerard had been "officially" depressed for a year now, and none of his medication had worked so far. Mikey just wanted him to be happy, and Frank seemed to be able to make that come true.
Please, he thought. Please.
"I would never just screw your brother over. Mikey, I love him. He is the best thing that ever happened to me." He turned to look at Gerard, touching the side of his cheek with the back of his hand. "He's beautiful," Frank said. "He's wonderful."
"Frank..." Gerard started.
"What?"
"I love you too." He hesitantly pulled Frank back onto him, embracing him. Frank let himself be pulled onto Gerard, his lips slotting along next to his own.
Mikey sat there, an eyebrow raised. "I'm going to leave you two then."
Frank knodding, waving him towards the door, sitting on the arm of Gerard's chair and keeping his lips tight on his face. Their fingers intertwined as they both smiled.
Thank you, Mikey, they both thought. Thank you.
*****
The two of them smiled, walking out of the coffe shop. Reluctantly, Gerard had agreed to hold Frank's hand, but he had admitted he liked the comfort of his warm fingers around his own -slightly cooler- hand.
Gerard could feel a slow, calm beat of Frank's heart through his hand, that made the whole world seem to slow down a little and make everything seem so much easier to him.
Crap.
Frank suddenly flinched, all the muscles in his fingers stiffening and his heartbeat getting a little faster, his eyes drifting away.
Oh.
Gerard turned, holding Frank's arm wih both hands now.
"Hey, Frank?" He asked. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
He shook his head a little. He continued to look away from Gerard. Frank started to tug a little at his own arm, trying to free himself from Gerard's hands. "Please." He whispered. "Don't-"
"HEY!" A kid called out from across the road. "HEY, FAG!"
Josh.
Frank's mind exploded, with no certain words coming to his head. It all sounded something like 'asdfuckashitxkakajdlaaghafuckcrapaargh'.
"Hey," Gerard said softly. "Frank, don't do this."
But it was too late; Frank had already broken free, his hands in fists and his eyes full of rage.

Notes

Sorry for all these cliff-hangers, aha. I am fangirling so much over all this Frerard :3
I'll update tomorrow or the day after I think? Anyways, thanks for reading so far