Sugar, You'll Be Okay (Frerard)

"You guys are gross." Mikey commented as he handed Frank his English notebook. I blushed, taking the notebook and crawling off Gerard's lap.
"You love us." The older of the three giggled, raffling his brother's hair as he sat between me and Gerard
"You're lucky I do." Mikey grumbled, taking a swing of the water bottle be brought in. It probably contained alcohol but I'm not pointing fingers. Mikey leaned his head against Gerard's shoulder and sighing deeply. "I don't know how you two could be getting in the mood, it's fucking hot."
"We were NOT getting in the mood!" I squealed, my whole cave turning red. Both mine and Gerard's faces resembled tomatoes at this point.
"Uh-huh. Said the boy sitting on my brother's lap, wanting to rip his pants off as soon as possible."
"Really, Frankie, you have to learn to keep it in your pants before the first date." Gerard nodded, casually agreeing with his brother. Mikey's and I's eyes widened, our jaws dropping in sync.
"Gee!" We yelped together, at a loss for words. Neither of us expected GERARD WAY - super virgin - to say something like that.
"You should be on my side!" Frank whined, crawling over to his boyfriend, trying to remain normality as Mikey gaped at his brother.
"Does this," he waved Mikey's note book in front of Gerard's face. "Mean more homework?"
"Yes." Mikey nodded, clearing his throat. "I need it for class tomorrow."
"Gotta get you caught up as soon as possible." Gerard agreed, smiling.
"Can I go home now?" Frank whined, hugging Gerard tightly.
"Thursday." He promised, poking his nose playfully.

Notes

COFFEE ON THE HOTTEST DAY OF THE YEAR IS TOTALLY NOT A GOOD IDEA BUT I THINK THE SWEAT AND STICKY CLOTHES IS WORTH IT
I'm sorry for my lack of updating I'm just having a hard time figuring out what to even do with my life anymore, you know? I want to be in a band, get my whole left arm and back tattooed but I can barely play am instrument. I long to be on a stage, playing the fuck out of a bass guitar but I have awful stage fright and anxiety. My chorus teacher says the only way to overcome that is to keep doing it but I have no problem performing with a group; I just can't do it on my own. I have a read a poem in front of hundreds of kids and teachers and I have to talk in French for a whole minute (may not seem like much but when you're in front of thirty kids who had no problem doing it, it is) so I'm freaking out.
Please excuse the lack of updates, I'm seriously trying my hardest.