Autumn's POV

I was shaken awake around midnight by my brother.

"Autumn. Get up, now. We have to go to the hospital. Get dressed. Don't ask questions, just do it. I'll explain later." He said firmly, though his voice still shook fearfully.

"Ok." I got up and made a run for the bathroom with a Paramore shirt, orange skinny jeans, and my same pair of black and purple converse in hand.

When I got out, Ray quickly grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out the door, downs the steps and into the car. He drove 15 miles over the speed limit and didn't say a word, which really scared me. He kept his watery eyes straight ahead and I could tell he was trying very hard not to cry.

When we pulled into the hospital parking lot, he just sat there staring straight ahead, like he couldn't believe what had happened.

"Ray... What happened?" I whispered nervously.

"Nobody saw this coming. He usually acted so happy. I don't know what pushed him to do this." He said softly, a tear trailing its way down his cheek.

Oh God. No, this can't be happening.

I jumped out of the car and ran as fast as I could towards the entrance. I tried to run past the receptionist's desk, but I was stopped.

"Hey, kid. What's the rush?" A doctor in a long white coat asked with a smile that really pissed me off.

"Seriously?! My friend just tried to kill himself! I need to see him!" I demanded, feeling a tear find its way to my chin.

"You can only see him if you're related. Are you?" He asked patiently, with that stupid smile still on his face.

"I-er-well.... No. But please? Just for ten minutes?" I begged desperately.

"Well.... Ok. Ten minutes." He said.

I had to check with the receptionist to find out what room he was in and then she made me sign my name.

Just as I started running to the elevator, I wondered why Ray hadn't come in yet. I decided that he probably just didn't like hospitals or something as I pressed the button that would take me to the fifth floor. Damn. That was the Intensive Care Unit.

I shakily stepped out of the elevator and into a hallway. I looked around for a minute before I started walking towards the left wing. I found the door pretty easily, only because Gerard was sitting outside with his head in his hands. Standing next to him were a man and a woman who were probably his parents. Gerard saw me first, though, and came running up to me, pulling me into a warm, tight hug filled with tears. When he finally pulled away, he took my hand and lead me toward the couple whom I presumed were his parents.

"Mom, dad. This is Autumn." He said, letting go of my hand.

"Mikey wrote this, before..." The woman's voice trailed off as she pulled a note out of her purse.

I nodded, taking the note from her shaking hands and unfolding it. It read;

"Dear Autumn,
Everything I'm about to say is entirely true, I swear.
Do you believe in love at first sight? Well, I didn't, until I met you. I fell very, very fast. I was in love with you and I hadn't even known you for more than a day! But I still felt like I'd known you for years. I also knew that you could never love me back. I'm stuck in this ugly, scrawny body that you couldn't love even if you tried. But I love you. I wish you could love me, too. I'm sorry.
Love,
Mikey."

By the time I had finished reading his letter, I was sobbing into an unknown shoulder. Then I was engulfed in some kind of group hug. When I looked up, I saw Gerard and his parents. How can they want to hug me at a time like this? I was the reason their son was here in the first place!

We all pulled back as the nurse came out, announcing that Mikey had woken up. His parents and Gerard all stared at me as I wiped my eyes.

"I think you should go talk to him." Mr. Way said, nodding towards the door.

"Ok." I said in whisper as I shuffled cautiously to the door, opening it slowly and closing it behind me.

The room was pretty much empty, except for the machines, Mikey, and I. All around him were these weird machines and tubes, pumping hell-knows-what into him. His arms were covered with gauze and stitches. The moment he saw me his eyes widened nervously.

"I got your letter." I began, sitting next to him on the bed. He was sitting up so we were eye-level.

"Sorry." He whispered softly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I was gonna say 'its ok,' but you know it isn't." I said, grabbing his hand and lacing my fingers through his.

Tears poured down his face. "I'm sorry!" He yelled through his tears. I decided that I couldn't just sit there, that I had to do /something/. So I did.

I put both of my hands on the sides of his face and turned his head to face me. Once I had his full attention, I put my face really close to his, our noses touching.

"I gotta tell you something." I whispered, pulling him into a kiss. It was very slow at first, before I felt his hands on my back. I slowly started working my lips against his, and I felt his tongue gently brushing my lips, asking for entrance. I opened my mouth just enough for our tongues to fit through. I could tell this was his first, but I was totally fine with that, considering this was my first, too. Our inexperienced tongues danced together slowly, very slowly. "I love you," I murmured against his lips as we slowed to a stop and pulled away, out of breath and panting heavily.

"I love you." I repeated, leaning my forehead against his.

"I love you, too." He whispered back softly, a smile playing on his face. But this smile was real.

Notes

So there's your first kiss, people!