The Fic Without a Title

Gerard had been acting weird today. He seemed so jumpy and distant ever since I saved him from the humans. It was worrying me- no, terrifying me that he's going to push himself away from me after we've come so far from that. I'll admit, my first encounter with him was a bit flawed, to say the least, but if I could do it over again I would've approached it in an entirely different way.
He basically avoided all of my attempts to talk, and then ran away from me at lunch, leaving me dumbfounded. Wasn't he the one that kissed me last night? I thought things were going well. Sure, the conversation was forced at the table, but it wasn't like I was going out of my way to drag him into it, or doing anything that would make him uncomfortable. After he rushed off, Mikey and I exchanged a glance. He started to move to get up, but I stopped him. "I'll take care of it. I need to talk to him anyway."
Mikey seemed hesitant but let me go, giving me what could only be his version of a reassuring smile. Or something akin to 'I hope he murders you and you finally die'. I didn't stick around to ask.
I searched around the school for a couple minutes before remembering him liking this corner near the lockers. I walked there, feeling like my heartbeat would give me away before I had the chance to talk.
He was sitting there, his head back, looking like he wanted to disappear. I decided to take my chances and sit down next to him, letting out a deep breath when I made contact with the cold floor. He was either going to punch me or kiss me, I decided. I'd prefer the latter, but definitely deserved the former.
"Gerard? Please... what's wrong? Or what did I do wrong?"
He slowly opened his eyes and sighed, deep and resigned before talking. "I've just been thinking. I haven't exactly decided on what I want. We haven't known each other long enough to even know anything important about each other. You kissed me the first time we met! You don't know anything about me, you don't care about me as anything other than another notch in your belt loop!"
I didn't know what to say, but I did know one thing. It would've hurt less if he had punched me. He must've seen the look my eyes took on, or the way my shoulders hunched, or the way my jaw seemed to be set. I got up slowly, brushed myself off, and walked away. Anything before he saw the tears threatening to fall.

Notes

dude idek. religion class and the fucking eight page essays of hell have ruined my writing. here's to hoping it comes back soon, am I right.
-thnksfrthmdln