Okay, the tester chapter didn't go as I'd hoped. So I'm rewriting this! Thank you to those who've commented!

A Beta for all of my DJ stories would be very much loved since Derek is moving away. :(

~N.S~

Miracles were something I'd stopped believing in when I was a child.

My parents were people of Faith. They truly were good people at heart. However, good people often made mistakes. They could be misled, like everyone else. And they didn't always do good things.

I realized this the first time they caught me kissing another guy.

-/-

"You know, we should just ditch the movie." Kyle said, leaning against the doors to the theater. He had the cute-nerd look. He wore glasses, and once had braces, but they weren't unattractive. His clothes usually screamed "mathlete" or "dork." But, in a way, it was pretty cute. Then again, he had a round face. He could make anything look cute with that.

Kyle Wolfram was the perfect example of why not to judge a book by it's cover. His looks could misled you to believe he was shy and sweet. But, in reality, he had a fiery-personality. Kyle acted on a whim, he was untamable.

"I thought you wanted to see this one."

"It's not like we have much of a choice." He glared over at the ticket booth. Kyle was still pissed off that we had to have a parent accompany us to an R-rated movie. You know, to a movie aimed toward teenagers.

"We can see something else." I tried. Kyle and I had been secretly dating for months now. We'd been rivals back in grade school, playground nemesis's. Funny how Middle School changes everything.

By our second year, we were both out of the closet. People joked that we were together. Told jokes like:

Kyle, Damien and Drew go into a bar. There's only one stool. How do they all sit down?

Dunno.

They flip it over and sit on the stool legs.

Drew was my best and only real friend, but he was dragged into the fun as well. It seems a gay can't be friends with a straight guy without wanting to jump him every second of everyday. My girl friends hinted that I ought to just ask him out. He already sit at the opposite end of our lunch-table, alone. No one else would take him.

It wasn't until the end of 8th grade that we started actually talking to one another. Kyle was the Math-Geek, I was the English/Grammar-Geek. We were in the same AP science class and had been, conveniently, seated beside each other.

"Fag" was scratched onto his locker the next day. Science was our first period class, so he'd only just discovered the vandalism. He was late to class, and when he finally showed up his face was still red from crying.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine."

But he didn't look fine. He looked like someone who'd gone through hell and somehow managed to come back. Although, he hadn't been spared completely. He had wounds.

I had slung am arm around him and told him everything would be okay. I didn't know what to tell him really. But, touching Kyle felt right. Good, somehow. Maybe it was because he didn't freak out and push me away.

By the end of the school year, we had our chairs pushed together and hands entangled on my lap.

"Nah, let's just go to Starbucks until it's time to go." He said, already leading the way.

I followed, smiling. We hadn't been on a real date for awhile. Lately, we'd been 'sneaking around.' I told my parents that I was seeing a movie with a friend, or that I was at Drew's playing videogames. But really, we were cuddled up on the couch in Kyle's Living Room. His parents were Pagan and didn't seem disturbed by our relationship. His mother actually encouraged it.

"Change of plans." He said, turning suddenly. I watched as he pulled his keys from his hoodie and hit the "unlock" button.

"What are you doing?"

Only, I never got to finish the question. Almost as soon as I'd opened my mouth, he'd pulled me forward.

Pressing me against the car, he pressed a soft kiss against my lips.

"Fuck Starbucks, we have a perfectly good hook-up opportunity here!"

I rolled my eyes. Kyle was always spirited and reckless. Everything was spur of the moment with him. Not that I minded.

He kissed me again, a little deeper, and ground me against the shell of the car. Our tongues fought for dominance. Naturally, Kyle won.

"Damien," he hummed against my neck once we'd come up for air.

"Yeah?"

"Get into the frigging car."

-/-

When I got home, my parents were waiting in the Dining Room. I was late, but I had already come up with an excuse.

"Damien, honey?" my mother called for me.

"Yeah?" I said, completely prepared to tell them I'd gotten caught in traffic.

"Your father and I would like to have a talk with you."

I didn't usually get into trouble. In fact, I didn't even remember being grounded in the past. So, I was out of my element when they called me into the kitchen.

"So… What's up?" I tried.

"Your father and I thought we'd talk to you about temptation." They shared a look as she spoke.

My mind had just about stopped working.

"I was at the mall earlier," dad said, looking down.

There was no way… He couldn't have…

"Damien," mom said, forcing me to look back at her. She had a pained expression on her face, as if she were forcing herself to keep calm. "I think you know what we're getting at. I don't think you should continuing seeing that boy."

"Mom?"

"It's just, he's pulling you astray. The devil creates temptation in all of us, but we must ignore it."

"Are you saying Kyle… is from hell or something?"

"Well… I've heard some things from Nancy about his family. They don't attend church and last year I saw the wife at that Satanic shop downtown." Ah, good old Nancy. She was the town gossip and my mother's closest friend.

"Mom, Spirit-Bound is a Wiccan shop."

"So they are heathens!" My father had said it as though he'd just been proven right. Clearly, they'd been discussing this before I'd come home.

"Regardless of their religious views, the Wolf-frame boy is clearly… distracting you from life. He's dragging you away from the path of righteousness!"

"It's pronounced Von-rom, and he isn't leading me astray!"

"Dear, he was kissing you."

"I was kissing him."

My father struck blindly. Mother would later claim he didn't mean to. That he was just upset and not thinking at the moment. I wanted to tell her that he'd given into temptation at that moment, but knew it'd only make matters worse.

I ended up stomping to my room like a child. My phone and laptop had both been taken from me. Along with that torture, I doubted they'd let me leave the house alone any time soon.

-/-

Will be updated soon! I promise!