So ya…the idea for this fic came to me a few weeks ago, and I ended up writing most of chapter one right after. I also came up with a lot of plot and new OCs. This is different from anything I've ever written, so please bear with me. Reviews are love. Also, I would like advice. I know this first chapter is confusing. It's supposed to be. I wanted to start it like this because it really fits the mood of the story. Everything will be cleared up in future chapters.

Warning- Some parts are highly opinonated. Do not read if very close minded and against changing. I don't mean to offend anyone, but I don't want people criticizing my writing because of these opinons.

"They're looking for me."

"Now?"

"Yeah..."

"Because of..."

"Yeah..."

"I hate the world."

"Don't say that Lily."

"Well the world doesn't seem of fond of you right now. Why should I defend it when it's threatening the safety of my best friend?"

"I'm fine though. I'll be fine. I've learned to not care about what others think. That's what you get when you are, as some say, like me...Kinda like you have...Only a little less opinionated..."

"Adam...It's not my fault that there's the prevalent opinion and the truth. It's also not my fault that the truth is better than lies. It's all lies. What they say about gays. Where do they stand that they can treat a person in a way just because of who they're sleeping with?"

"I agree but still...You have to be more careful about what you say."

"Have I ever cared? If they kill me because they don't like what I say then it's my fault for letting them. For not fighting back."

"Lily...I love you. And I'll be fine. You know I'll be careful. Sure, there's a price over my head, but who gives a shit? I know you don't. It's just more lies."

"But...there has to be another way."

"Lily...People are dying. People like me. And people are letting it happen. They have it drilled in their heads that killing out a minority will get rid of them. I know I'm proud of who I am, but right now surviving is just as important. I have to leave. They know who I am and-"

"But I know there is. Another way, that is..."

"What?"

"I could-I could pretend to be your girlfriend."