Until the End of Everything

Gerard's POV

That boy is everywhere. Not literally of course, that would probably classify me as a stalker and would be just plain weird. What I do mean is that I can’t get him out of my head. I don’t even know the kid’s name and yet he’s all I can think about. I picked up the box of comic books I was supposed to be putting on the shelves for my small job to help out my aunt and uncle, but it was useless, I was already lost in my own mind again.
Ever since I met him the night of the Smashing Pumpkins concert, the one that was Mikey’s first concert and he was so happy about it. The boy stood there leaning against a street light, the light gleaming in his slightly longish black hair and pale skin. God he was beautiful. And apparently his conversation with his mom told me he thought I was attractive too, that thought made me smile slightly. He blushed when he noticed my staring, and then began to look a little closer at me. Then it was my turn to blush. I’m such a loser sometimes.
I never expected that I would see him again, let alone be close enough to touch him or even touch him in the first place. When I heard someone shouting in the hallway of the hospital I was in, I slipped away from my detox that I promised my aunt I would try to get through this time, and into the waiting room. I didn’t even think about it when I pulled the boy of the meth head that I had seen earlier in the detox area. When I was met with familiar hazel eyes, I froze. Could this really be the same boy from earlier? What’s wrong? What happened? Why is he here? I didn’t get any answers and I never expected to, but when his eyes softened from raging fury to a sadness, almost like he recognized me. But that couldn’t be it, why would anyone what to remember me? I probably looked absolutely terrible right now anyway.
I had no idea what his problem was but apparently it was something terrible because he kept repeating that it was his fault and he was sorry. Oh I really hope I wasn’t comforting a serial killer. I doubted it though, this boy was far too innocent to kill another. I continually told him everything will be okay even though I didn’t believe that myself but that’s what you do when comforting someone. I held on to him and sunk down to the floor with him in my lap. When his crying ceased I got him up on his feet and sat him back down in one of the waiting room chairs. I smiled at him and he attempted to smile back but it was sad and he looked like he was about to start crying again, without even thinking I kissed his forehead and, then a little later, my brother found me and brought a whole bunch of nurses to tie me to another hospital bed to make sure all the drugs get out of my system. A little later I asked one of the nurses what happened to that kid in the waiting room. It took a little convincing but eventually one of them let it slip.
“His mother was killed by a drunk driving incident, poor kid doesn’t have any family left,” The nurse told me sadly.
“Oh, what’s going happen to him then?” I inquired
“Why do you care so much?”
“Can’t a person be concerned about another human being?”
“Hmm, okay I guess you’re right, anyway, two social workers came and took him to a group home. Poor kid,”
I stopped asking questions after that, I felt like crying. I knew what it was like to lose your parents, and I wish I could do more for him.
I was sure I was never going to see that boy again, and for two years I was right. I never expected when I left my uncle’s new and up-coming foster home (my aunt’s idea because she wanted to help more kids like Mikey and myself) dressed up in one of my imaginary creations looking for free candy, that I would find my black haired angel standing in the street crying hysterically. I shouted after him and pulled him out of the street. He gave me a bunch of shit for doing so, saying he wants to die. His mother and father are already dead, and there’s no one to miss him if he were gone. Plus they were moving him to another group home in another town. My heart broke for this kid. He had it bad.
After I got him to calm down again and he told me he was trying to kill himself on his birthday, I wanted to just hold him and never let go. But that would be strange so I didn’t instead I convinced him to come get some candy with me. I learned more about this boy throughout the night. Like he knew how to play the guitar (really well apparently as he told me himself), he loved music especially punk rock and he idolizes Billie Joe Armstrong. He told me all of this, almost giving me a smile, all the while oblivious to the fact that I had completely fallen for him.
When the night was over and his curfew came around, we walked to his house, which I recognized from walking to school. He lived so close and I never noticed. That’s I did something completely stupid and could be considered as me taking advantage of a suicidal teenager who needs someone to love him. But if I did love him was it still me taking advantage of him? I don’t know but I still did it. I kissed him. And I really liked it and I still wish I could do it again. It was my first one (Surprised? Yeah, me neither) and it was probably his first too, (though I wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t, that guy is attractive). After I practically told him that I loved him, I disappeared down the street leaving a flustered little raven haired angel all alone again. But I had to leave before I did anything else stupid. Hell, I didn’t even know if this guy was gay or bi or whatever. Leaving probably wasn’t the best thing I could’ve done but I didn’t know what else to do.
I sighed as I broke out of my thoughts realizing that I actually was subconsciously putting everything away in the right spots for once. Usually I would be doing this but everything would be in the wrong places and I would have to find everything and put it back correctly. Well, less work for me to do later. I put the empty box back behind the cashier counter that’s when I heard the door to the store open and someone rush in, I sighed slightly and put on my best fake smile.
“Hi, just tell me if you need any help finding anythi-“ I cut my sentence short when I saw just who walked into the store. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Notes

Sooo, I'm sorry? I really didn't mean to put this story off for so long and I really apologize for making you all suffer while I was just too lazy to pull out my computer and write. But I did it, and I promise to make up for lost time I'll give you the next chapter tomorrow. Or today considering it's now three in the morning. So later today, the next Chapter will be up. I figured this would be a good idea considering I still need to figure out what's happening in the next chapter but I needed to get something down. Okay I'm going to stop going and on and on and on and oh look I'm doing it again. As always, please tell me what you think, any and all comments are accepted. Thanks!
Oh and if I don't get the next chapter up later today feel free to angrily message me.