How the misery begins

I stared at him in shock.
They had faked my own death?
who the hell did they think they were, my whole life was one big lie, the only part that was true I couldn't even remember because I'd had my head bashed in by that bitch I called my mother. I felt utterly disgusted and completely betrayed. He was my best friend, I would expect him of all people to tell me the truth, but not even he could do that. It took me a while to comprehend what exactly it was that he was saying, but I soon managed to form a few words.
"You. Fucking. Asshole."
I lunged forward at him and we were both sent flying go the ground, landing on the cold, hard dirt. My hands were secured around his throat, and I pinned him down with my body.
"You were my best fucking friend, the least you could have done was tell me!" I spat.
"i c-couldn't" He choked out, barely able to speak as my hands were still gripping his neck. I loosened them slightly, so he could talk better.
"what do you mean?" I asked, my voice fuelled with bitter hatred.
"the...the d-octor...said w-we shouldn't tell you. Y-you could re..recover better with a f-fresh start." He was shaking under me, and had tears streaking down his face. "I...w-wanted to...they wouldn't let m-me."
I got off of him and sat on my legs, staring into space. He sounded like he was telling the truth, I mean, he was crying. But how the hell did my mom get away with that, the police knew, surely they had looked for us. Maybe they just didn't care, come on, who would? An alcoholic thirty something and her pathetic little kid, nobody paid us a second glance, they just looked disgusted and carried on walking by. I'd never had any friends after we left Belleville, I was always the gay little emo kid with nobody to talk to. I sat alone in class, at lunch, on the bus, I walked everywhere on my own, I did everything without anyone else's help, I could manage, well I could manage physically anyway. But on the inside, I was breaking. Breaking more and more each day, and no one looked close enough to notice. I heard a sniffling noise coming from my left, I turned to see Gerard wiping his tears away.
"why are you crying?" My voice came off kind of spiteful.
"the last thing my best friend said to me before he left was that he hated me, and now I've gotten him back, the first thing he does is attack me. Is it really such a mystery as to why I'm crying?" He said, his voice full of sadness.
I looked at him sympathetically, he had his legs pulled up to his chest and his head in his arms, and I remembered all the times I had sat in that position feeling totally helpless. I felt an odd feeling in my chest, it made my stomach churn, I had no clue what it was. It wasn't like a sick feeling, it was more like that feeling you get when your car goes down a small hill suddenly, and your heart jumps upwards. It made me feel sad, like I wanted to cry just looking at Gerard. I'd only felt that feeling once before, it was when I was fifteen. I liked this guy, well I'd liked him for a few months, and at the time I was pretty sure I was in love with him. Anyway, I finally found the courage to tell him how I felt, and he completely rejected me. I got the same feeling as I did looking at Gerard cry, it was one of the worst feelings in the world.

Heartbreak.

I studied his featured as he lifted his head and stared at the water. I looked at the way his eyes glowed, even though he'd been crying moments ago. I looked at the way his thin lips twitched unconsciously as he thought. I looked at the way his jet black hair fell perfectly around his face and framed his striking cheekbones. He looked up at me, I blushed as he noticed me staring.
"what are you staring at me for"
"I was just thinking about how beautiful you are" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
"shit! No, I-I didn't mean, what I meant to say was t-"
"you think I'm beautiful?" He said those words with such hope, I could almost see him wishing for what I said to be true.
"i-i uh" I sighed heavily "yeah, yeah I do"
"no one has ever called me that before" his eyes were rimmed with tears again, he looked so happy it made me want to cry. Knowing I made him feel like that, it made me the happiest I'd been in a long time.
I crawled over and sat on my knees in front of him, then pulled him into my arms. He wrapped his arms around my waist and put his head against my neck, it was perfect. After a few minutes of enjoying his warm embrace, I moved back. He looked hurt, as if I didn't want to be near any more. I reassured him that that wasn't the case when I moved my face closer to his, stopping just inches away from his. He looked surprised for a second, but he soon caught on. He moved his mouth closer to mine, very slowly and very carefully. Then he closed remaining space between us, and pressed his lips firmly to mine. He moved his lips with such precision, as if I were incredibly fragile and he didn't want to hurt me. It was passionate and romantic, not lustful and sex driven. Is was tender and slow, not rough and sloppy. His tongue ran over my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I let him in, gladly. He tasted like coffee and cigarettes, just like in my dream. However that was where the similarities ended, because this was so much better. He pulled away and smilled.
"well, that was much better than when were ten"

Notes

THEY KISSED, THEY FINALLY KISSED!!!
sorry for the crapy attempt at making this chapter cute but oh well, what can you do.
thanks for all the comments, you guys are amazing, and I'm having a lot of fun writing this for you all!