How the misery begins

We sat next to each other on the ground, my hand in his as he rubbed his thumb in circular motions over my knuckles. All of the memories that I had lost were finally coming back to me, though the main thing I thought about was Gerard, he hadn't really changed much appearance wise, but his personality was much darker and way more emotional than before. After an hour of staring at the lake in a calming silence, I finally spoke.
"hey, do you think we should get going?"
"can we stay for a little while longer? I've missed doing this sort of stuff with you.." He trailed off quietly, hoping I hadn't heard the last part.
I put my head on his shoulder, "sure, of course we can"

~~~an hour later~~~

We made our way back to the car, and he opened my door for me.
"awh, aren't you a sweetheart" I mocked.
"just proving that chivalry isn't dead, dear frankie" he spoke sweetly.
I laughed softy and slid into the passengers seat. We started driving as I put on a Misfits CD I found, and Saturday Night started playing. Gerard started to sign quietly along, until I asked him to sing louder.

And I can remember when I saw her last
we were running all around and having a blast
but the back seat of the drive-in
is so lonely without you
i know when you're home
i was thinking about you,
there was something I forgot to say
I was crying on a Saturday night.


His voice was so angelic, it literally gave me butterflies. I could listen to him sing for hours, whatever the song was, it would sound perfect coming from his lips.
"you know, it's funny you should pick this song" gerard said.
"what do you mean?" I asked.
"this is the song I had stuck in my head when I kissed you the first time, and I listened to it on repeat for weeks after you were gone" he looked sad as he said the last part, but I remained silent as I didn't know what to say. The drive was shorter than I'd expected, we were home relatively soon. We walked through the door and mikey shot through the hall way so fast I was sure he'd leave marks on the floor.

"Frank, what the hell man? I called you like a billion times but you never answered, where have you been" he stammered.
"relax, I was with Gerard"
"What! Gerard, I swear if you've upset him again in any way I will-" Mikey turned to Gerard, Iooking extremely pissed.
"I haven't done anything to hurt him, but there is something we need to tell you" Gerard interrupted, defended himself.
"uh, okay..." Mikey looked uneasy, but followed us to the living room anyway.
Me and Gerard sat on the larger sofa, while Mikey placed himself in the armchair.
I decided to talk first.

"Well, I'll just go right ahead and tell you. Gerard told me everything, about my mom and the memory loss and, well just everything really." I explained the events that had occurred during the day, and it took a while for Mikey to relax.
"Gee, we promised not to say anything, it was for his own good, remember?"
"No, Mikey, you promised. I was forced to agree, I wanted to tell him from the moment I saw him, but I wasn't allowed!"
"okay guys, it's okay. What's done is done, we can't change that now, but I'm gonna have to tell Don and Donna." I had decided that they need to know, and I had to confront them about it.
"NO!" The brothers yelled in unison.
"you can't, we said we wouldn't say anything. They'd flip their shit if they found out" Mikey shouted.
"don't worry, I'll make up some excuse and tell them you had to tell me, I won't get you guys into trouble" I reassured.

They finally agreed to let me talk to their parents about the whole situation, it took a lot of persuasion, but I talked them round. The way's were supposed to return from work at eight pm, it was only six. At seven pm Mikey received a phone call from Donna, saying that she had a work meeting that would last until eleven pm, and that Don had to go New York for two days for a work conference. I was slightly annoyed because that meant I couldn't tell them I knew.
I decided to go to bed, despite it being early, I was tired and I needed some time to myself.

I layed in my bed for a good two hours, thinking about Gerard and what exactly that kiss meant to him. I finally concluded that it was a spur of the moment action, and it probably didn't mean anything to him, although in the back of my mind I was praying for it to have had some meaning. I finally drifted off, tossing and turning uncomfortably.

~~FLASHBACK~~

I'm sat in my bed room with gerard, we're watching some horror movie but I'm not paying much attention to it, I'm more focused on the fact that I'm cuddled up to gee. A slightly scary part plays on the screen and I use this as my chance to move closer to him. I fake-sqeel and bury my face into his chest, and he wraps his arm around me, it's getting harder to hide my feelings for him. The fact that I'm so close and he feels so warm has my heart pounding like crazy, I look up at him to see that he's already staring down at me. Our eyes meet, and we stay like that for a long time, until he starts moving closer to me. What is he doing!? It looks as if he's about to kiss me, but that can't be true, can it?
It can.
His lips crash against mine, and although I'm pretty sure neither of us knows exactly what we're doing, it feels amazing.He's just about to put his hand on my cheek when my mom crashes through the door, drunk as usual. She catches us kissing and starts screaming about what a stupid fag I am and how she wishes she had an abortion. Tears stream down my face as she grabs my hair and starts hitting me. I do the only thing I'm capable of, I blame Gerard.
"GET OUT! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" wait, no, I don't mean it.
"I HATE YOU" I love you.
"I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN" don't leave me here.
He runs out of my room, and I'm left here with my mom as she kicks me to the floor. I crawl up into a ball and cry as she hits me again and again...

~~END OF FLASHBACK~~

Notes

So here's a new chapter for you guys,
and a flashback, as requested by elyMCR :)