A/N It gets pretty intense here. Just a warning for people. :o

After work Gavin invited himself over to Michael's house to play some minecraft. Gavin was almost giddy when he got to Michael's house. He rolled back and forth on the balls of his feet waiting for Michael to open the door.

Michael's small house was pretty nice for being a piece of shit. It felt like a second home to Gavin because he was over so much. Michael finally opened the door, out of breath. He huffed in air, suggesting that he had just run to the door. Gavin smirked at the shorter of the two. "'Ello love." The word "love" hung on his lips for a moment. Michael stepped aside, letting the Brit in to get comfortable. He plopped his huge stature on the sofa. "Beer?" , Michael asked handing Gavin a bottle. "Mhmm." His long fingers gripped the bottle cap and twisted it off with a "hissss". Michael watched as he put the bottle to his lips; those plump, pink, soft lips. He shook his curls and snapped out of the thought of how they felt. Gavin sprawled out on the couch. Michael could fit perfectly in the spot between him and the sofa. It looked so inviting. Eventually, he just sat back and played the game. He didn't know if he should embrace these feelings for Gavin, or push them into the debts of his mine.

After hours of gaming, the boys came closer and closer to laying together. In the middle of a battle with a creeper, Gavin paused the game. "What the fuck?" Michael threw his hands up in confusion looking at Gavin. In response, Gavin did nothing. Nothing at all. He just stared into the murky waters of Michael's eyes. Michael was confused, but mostly flustered by Gavin staring at him. The heat rose in his cheeks. Gavin finally cracked a smile. The room was silent, nothing at all was heard. It was like time just stopped. Gavin leaned into Michael, getting close to his face. He could feel Gavin's hot breath on his red ears. His heart was about to jump out of his chest when he heard the worlds slip out of those lips and into his ear. "I want to kiss you." The words along with the warm breath on his ears sent shivers down his spine.

The words lingered in the air for a few moments. Gavin pulled away. He had been thinking about this moment for months. He always tried to plan ahead, but with this he just said "Fuck it."

Michael leaned away from Gavin's face. He was scared that he would run away. His heart pounded in his ears. He just stared into Gavin's eyes. Then he kissed him

It wasn't a normal kiss. It wasn't a peck, or really sloppy, but it was enough for a good first kiss. Just enough to satisfy both men.

Michael's heart nearly stopped. "Gav… I really like you; but you don't want to be with a guy like me." It sounded so stereotypical, but it was true. Gavin knew nothing about Michael's dark past.

It was 2002. Michael was a teenager still. His red curly hair was tamed down to a buzz cut and his freckled face was filled with acne. He was living, what he thought, was a normal life of any 16 year old boy; liking girls, playing video games, going to school. But it wasn't the normal life, as Michael found out. Michael didn't have many friends at school, mostly because he was bullied around for being chubby and nerdy.

One boy in particular, John Dewitt (EYYYYYYY), loved to pick on Michael. It wasn't the "Hey you jerk, haha." It was "Go kill yourself you fat fuck." And "I can't believe you're mom didn't throw you in a trash can you faggot."

Along with the verbal abuse, Michael was physically abused almost every day. He would come home from school and go straight to his room to avoid his mom seeing his bruised face. All of this eventually got to him and he found a way to lose weight fast. He resorted bulimia.

The first few times he pushed his fingers down his throat and spilled the half digested food into the toilet he felt good; like he was 10 pounds lighter already.

But after that it was all downhill.

Michael started to become more and more tired; even falling asleep in class. He had to stop and lean against lockers on a regular basis at school because he was light headed. Eventually, it got to the point where he just stopped going to school and stayed in bed all day. All this time he was still being picked on despite his absence.

When the condition came to its worst, Michael had stopped eating completely. His body was widdled down to skin and bone. The boy's complexion of a peachy and freckled face was now turned a pale white.

His mother worried about him though this whole thing. But it got to the point where she had to take him. One day, he didn't wake up.

She shook his motionless body that was lying in bed. Tears streamed down her face as she ran to the phone and dialed 911. An ambulance was on its way. She ran back to her little boy's still body and started to give him CPR.

Michael woke up with a sore throat. He opened his mouth to say something, but only felt pain. His sticky eyes opened slowly and adjusted to the bright room. In the background he could hear a faint beeping. "A hospital?" , he thought. He lifted his head to find an IV stuck in his arm. His once pale white skin had become more of a lively color. Michael blinked a few more times before looking over to see his mother sitting in a chair with his father's arm wrapped around her. She wiped tears from her face as she saw her little boy waking up. "Mikey." Her voice cracked. With all his strength he smiled and said, "I'm alright mom."

He turned to his father, who didn't look so happy. The old man actually looked… mad? "Michael Vincent Jones, how dare you even think about treating your own body this horribly?!" He snapped. Michael leaned back into his pillows. "I just- I- I didn't…" He stumbled over his words for a few moments.

The room remained silent for hours, the air still filled with tension. Eventually, his father left' storming out. Michael's eyes started to sting with tears. He had been holding them back since he woke up. From that day on, he never cried again.