Untitled Frerard One-Shot

It was the third week of high school for me, Freshman year. Totally new school; the only people I knew were Gerard and Mikey Way; Gerard a Senior, and Mikey a Freshman like me. They were brothers, if you couldn't tell. They also had these friends, Ray Toro and Sean Simon, but I'd only met them a couple times. Ray was pretty cool, but Sean was kind of a douche, I thought. Well, you never know.
I had just finished Biology, and as I was walking out of Mrs. Caynard's classroom, I saw Gerard was already waiting for me outside the door. I smiled.
"Hey buddy," he said, pushing off of the door frame towards me. He returned my smile.
"Hi Gerard! So, how was French?" I laughed. That was his previous class, fourth period. I knew he hated Mr. Kerlose; he was a horrible person, let alone teacher.
"Oh, you mean Getting-Bitched-at-in-a-Different-Language? Marvelous," he replied snarkily. I laughed, it was so true.
There was a short silence when several students jostled past us.
"...Sooo, how's High School?" He sang, rocking on his heels. His smile had evovled into more of an eager grin.
"It's alright. The only thing I really have to look forward to every day is seeing you," I shrugged. I blushed, and he smiled again, almost sympathetically.
"-And Mikey..." I added awkwardly. I'm not even sure he heard me, though.
"Oh, come on now. I'm sure you like a lot more than just me. There's gotta be some classes that're alright. And you'll find other people, too."
I sighed under my breath.
"You got the hots for anyone yet?" he asked abrubtly.
"Uh..."
"Oooh! That means yes! Cough it up, Frankie!" He nudged me with his elbow, not hard.
"Um, well, I guess I've got a crush on someone," I didn't really know how to answer that; my brain just kind of scribbled and presented.
"Who is she?"
I blushed.
"Uh..."
"Well, what's her name?"
"Um, she isn't exactly a she," my stomach did a back flip.
"...What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You got a weakness for your dog or something? HA! Puppy love, huh?" Gerard nudged me again with a wink.
"Well, no! I just mean, It's not... a girl,"
"Oh."
All of the sudden my shoes became very interesting.
"...Do you mean, you're gay?" That caught me off gaurd, in a less hurtful way; I was expecting more disgust. He was looking at me in sincere surprise. He still didn't know.
"I-I don't know! They just... happen to be a guy. Does that make me gay? I mean, I like girls too," my heart was beating somewhere near my esophagus, and it was making my gymnist-stomach weak.
"I mean, it's just this one. I've never liked a boy before. I don't know what to do," I was so embarrased my eyes were wattering. I was too deep into the subject now; why stop?
"Frank, calm down. There's nothing wrong with liking some body who's the same gender as you," I looked up to see him smiling; a soft, regarding smile. Holy crap.
Where's the Judge? Defendant need not rise.
But the case wasn't exactly closed.
"And liking both sexes means you're bisexual. But also there's bicurious; 'bi' is two, or both. Both male and female; see? I learned all this in my HS class," He said it all so calmly, with a new, proud-yet-modest smile.
I wondered, what if he did know? How would he react; would he be disgusted then?
"I respect that, Frank. I really really do," he added. The look on his face made me feel small and superior all at the same time.
"You're my bestfriend, I don't give a flipping frick who you wanna kiss."
What.
"Gerard," I looked back into his face. The smile was still there, though his mouth was slack; but I could still see it there some where. He raised an eyebrow in a manner that said "What can I do for ya?" The kind of gesture a polite waitress would give you in a coffee shop.
And then I did it.
I grabbed his shoulders (which easily exceeded the height of my own) and pulled his face toward mine. I kissed him full on the mouth.
Well, he knew now.
I pulled away, not knowing what to expect. I was breathing heavily. Shit, why did I do that?
"Oh. Me," he said, after what what felt like forever. He was looking at nothing, hands on his hips, and nodding, like someone was trying to sell him an impressive car.
I think I was shaking. I'm not sure now, cause I couldn't feel anything.
"Well," He said, still nodding subtley. Here we go, get under cover; shit's about to hit the fan.
"I s'pose I should care, now." He looked at me. There was a different smile there now. But I still couldn't tell where it was. His brow was so high up, it got lost in his hair line.
"Jesus, I love you, Frank," he laughed. Unexpectedly, I was pulled into a breath-taking bear hug. Literally.
I was grinning violently behind his back as we embraced.
He let go, still holding me by my biceps in both hands at arms length. He just looked at me for a moment, like I was some kind of miracle. He was absolutely grinning.
And then the bell rang for next period. I was blown away by the fact that the whole thing had only happened in five minutes.
He looked up a little, and then grabbed my hand in his.
"Fuck Algebra. Let's go get some coffee," he said.