Chapter 1

I was just told them who I was, and they sent me here. I hate them. Screw them. I'll graduate in a month, then I'll get out on their hair for good. They'd kick my out if they could, but they had to send me to this stupid anti-gay support group.

Mom was silent most of the time. Didn't talk, just let her disappointment float through the air. But dad was harsh. He would yell at me most of the time. When he wasn't yelling, he was researching ways to make my not gay.

Nice try dad. But thats not how it works.

Thats where he got this idea. A two hour long lecture on why I'm going to hell.

Mom pulled up to the church with me in the front seat. Her face was gaining color again. It had been pale for the longest time. I got out of the car before mom could say anything, but she spoke anyway.

She leaned her head out of the car window with my back turned to her.

"Hey, Dan." She said. "We're just trying to help you."

I turned around to face her. I didn't say anything. I couldn't think of anything harsh enough.

I just exhaled and walked away.

This is going to suck, I knew it.

Mom drove away. No going back.

I walked through the church doors and into the lobby area, where sat a bunch of pale parents with crosses around their necks.

I followed a few signs that pointed to a small room with about fifteen chairs placed in a circle. An awkward silence filled the room as I walked in. About nine chairs were taken up, so I decided to take a seat. I sat near a black haired boy with a pizza t-shirt and a galaxy backpack. Why did he need that? We didn't need to bring anything. And I don't think we would be getting anything but brochures on "Why Being Gay is a Sin."

I think was staring to long, as he looked at me with an annoyed expression on his face. I was about to talk when he interrupted me.

"In case your wondering why I brought my backpack with me to a useless anti-gay meeting, I wanted to show-off my gayness the best way I could."

I laughed. I like this guy. I was going to say something but the preacher walked into the room.

He started out by closing the door and telling us that we were not aloud to say the word "gay". We had to refer to it as "the greatest sin". I was trying my hardest not to burst out laughing when he said that.

Then we went around in a circle like a bunch of kindergarteners and say our name, age, and why we are here.

We all basically had the exact same story. Christian parents, straight as a rainbow drawn by a six-year-old.

Then it was my turn.

I stood up. "My name is Dan."

The group said their soppy "Hi Dan." I continued.

"I'm seventeen, and I'm here because, I'm going to hell apparently."

A few kids around me giggled, and I sat down.

The kid with the pizza shirt stood up. "My name is Phil"

In an even more depressed tone, the group said their, "Hi Phil"

He seemed happy. How could he possibly be happy in this situation. He's cute. Extremely cute. But with that face, he probably has a boyfriend. He continued talking.

"I'm seventeen and I'm here because I'm as straight as this backpack is colorless."

I laughed. Probably to loud, as the preacher gave me the death glare. Then he gave the same look to Phil. He laughed and the preacher turned to the next person. Phil sat down and leaned over to me. He whispered in my ear.

"Who shoved a bible up his ass?" He leaned back onto his chair smiling. I was smiling too.

Then I got an idea. I leaned over to Phil and whispered to him. "Do you have a notebook and some pens in that backpack of yours?" He nodded and bent over to grab them. He handed them to me. I took the notebook and a pen and wrote something in it, "Lets talk."

When he saw it, his face lit up. He then took the other pen and wrote, "Its our only way to survive this crap."

We just sat their the rest of the time, "talking". It killed me not to laugh hysterically at moments. He was hilarious. He was smart. He was incredible. I was so engaged in out "conversation" that I didn't even realize when it was time to go. We just looked up and saw that everyone was gone, including the preacher. We just started laughing. That was two hours long?. It felt like two minutes. Me and Phil stood up. He was about to put the notebook and pens in his backpack, but I stopped him to get a chance to write down my number and give it to him. We just kept laughing. We didn't even know what at anymore. We said out goodbyes as Phil walked up to his mom in the lobby, and I walked through the doors and spotted my mom's car at the end of the parking lot.

Not much else happened. My mom and I just drove home, engulfed in an awkward silence the entire time. Now that is what I call hell.

As soon as I got home, I ran into my room and grabbed my phone to text Phil. I wasn't aloud to bring my phone because my parents think that it would "distract me from whats really important". I got on as quickly as I could, only to realize that he had beat me to it.

"Do you realize that we just acted out the entire first twenty minutes of The Fault |n Our Stars :P"

I laughed. He was right. I texted him back with, "You are correct mister." I set down my phone to get some food from the kitchen. It wouldn't take long for him to reply. When I came back I checked my phone to see his message. My gut sank as I read it, but in the best way possible. The text read, "I'm hoping our story goes in the same direction as that (and not in the dyeing way)."

(Chapter 2 Coming Soon)