A.N: Hey all, me again. I read your comments and it seems I have to make an apology. I'm sorry my fic just seems to be getting more and more depressing! Don't kill me; this is a happy chapter! I promise!

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((Envy's P.O.V))

It's quite a funny thing when your name describes how you feel. I was slouched low in the back pew of church on Wednesday when the thought entered my mind. The entire school was there, talking in low murmurs as they waited for the mass to begin. I was sitting alone, waiting patiently for Edward to show up. If he even wanted to sit next to me. Things had been awkward between us after his confession, nothing quite as easy as it was before. Probably because he now knew that I was gay like him, which most likely made it so he was nervous to do the wrong thing around me.

And awkward for me because, well, duh.

Once more I was living up to my name. I was jealous beyond all belief could feel myself nearly turning green with envy. How come Roy had what I wanted, yet disregarded and scorned it? How come it wasn't me who was the object of Edward's affections? I wanted nothing more than to actually mean something to him. I wanted to be someone that was good enough for him, someone that he wanted. I sighed and leaned forwards to place my head in my hands. Like something like that could ever happen. I was imperfect, a freak and an oddity and not worth his time. I was kidding myself into thinking anything different each time we kissed, each time a hand brushed another hand. I was just a substitute for his precious Roy.

"Hey. Sorry I'm late. My dad took way too long reading the paper," Edward said in a worn-out breath, sliding into the pew and accidentally bumping into me. I started and looked over at him. I smiled simply at the sight of him there, with a lopsided grin and wide-awake eyes even though it was early in the morning. I opened my mouth to reply but then the organ started up and we all had to rise for the procession. Ugh, church. I'd never had much patience for it before, and now I was forced to attend it every week. I would just drop out of this school if it weren't for…

Edward was singing. So softly that I could scarcely hear him over the drone of the organ, but there, singing along to the hymn. It was a quiet tenor; I think that was the chorus term for it, gentle and soothing like a lullaby. I glanced over at him to see he had the hymnbook open to the page with the song on it, the title proclaiming it to be "Go Tell It on the Mountain". I leaned in close to murmur in his ear.

"Nice singing."

He jumped at the compliment, stopping immediately to look at me. I frowned and gave him a small nudge with my shoulder, wanting him to continue. He raised an eyebrow at my pleading expression before turning back to the book and singing again. I sighed happily, eyes closing slightly as I relaxed into the sound of Edward's voice.

We finally were able to sit after the priest finished intoning how we were in God's mercy, making us beg for forgiveness for our sins. Well let's see now… what were my sins? I lied oh so many times, I coveted constantly, as I was right now, I'd envied as was my reason for living apparently, oh, and I wanted another man as I should a woman. Pretty sure there's something in the Bible about that being a big no-no. Leviticus or something like that.

My breath caught as a sudden impulse took hold. No, not like before when we kissed. That would not be a good idea to do in church. Surrounded by people. Yeah, no. It was more like a crazy, completely not-thought-through idea that I was going to go through with anyways. It would work too, because we were in the back of the church and no one would care to notice us except for the ushers, and they were too fixated on the first reading to really see anything else. I moved closer to him all the time wondering if I was about to make a complete and total fool out of myself.

"Hey, Edward?"

He glanced over at me out of the corner of his eye and smiled.

"Yes, Envy?" his voice was barely a whisper but I could hear the curiosity and surprise in his voice. Obviously he'd never met someone who would talk during church before.

"I was wondering… if you weren't doing anything on Friday… would you like to come over to my house to hang out?"

"Sure. I'll see if it's alright with my… my dad."

Oh crap. I'd forgotten about that cursed man.

"I'll ask him," he promised, albeit he did not sound too hopeful.

Ah well, here goes nothing.

((Edward's POV))

"And so basically, you want to go over to this… Envy's house?"

It was later that night and dad was actually in one of his better moods. Probably because he wasn't completely and totally drunk off his bum. I'd asked him about Envy's house, expecting the final verdict to be a quick and painful 'no', but oddly enough he seemed to be contemplating it. He rubbed at his chin, eyes staring at the wall across from the couch with a blank expression on his face. I inhaled shakily, my pulse jumping to hummingbird speed.

"Yeah. He wants me to go over there, eat dinner with them, and probably play some video games."

There was a long pause, as the words seemed to sink in, adding even more pressure to the already-thick-with-tension atmosphere. Behind my back I had my fingers crossed to the point where I thought one was about to snap the other one clean off. Finally he closed his eyes and answered.

"I suppose you can go for a little while. I'll be there to pick you up at ten."

There seemed to be something embarrassed about the way he spoke that caused me to begin wondering about it's source. I raised an eyebrow in his direction but he was carefully ignoring my gaze, eyes still empty and staring ahead. I was about to give up and had turned to leave when he finally explained the reasoning behind his silence.

"Say… Lust isn't still mad at me for yelling at her, right?"

I almost laughed out loud. Even though it was some time ago, my dad was still smarting from being verbally beaten into the ground by Envy's mom. I smiled faintly, shaking my head and allowing a quiet chuckle to come from my throat.

"I don't think she is, dad."

I walked out of the living room and into my room, still shaking with silent laughter at what had just passed. My dad, for all his swagger and talk and appearences, was afraid of Lust, the pretty and sweet mother of my friend. But it had to be said, she did have a temper fit for a beserker. I flopped down onto my bed, allowing a victorious grin to spread across my face. I couldn't believe it. Due to the intimidation of Envy's mother, I was able to go over to his house. Happiness swelled up like a balloon inside me, nearly choking me as it bubbled up into my throat. I could hang out with Envy. Envy… Envy…

Whoa, backtrack there. Why was I getting so excited over going to my friend's house? Ah crap, was I actually falling for another guy, again? He was nice and sweet; I had to admit. And good-looking, an amazing kisser… Frick. I was getting a crush on him. So stop the presses for a moment… If I liked Envy, and it was kind of obvious that he might have a thing for me- I now realize I was hoping for that- wouldn't that make us hanging out on Friday some sort of date? Would it be an official date? Probably not, seeing as his family was going to be there breathing down our necks the entire time. So yeah, technically not a date. But dinner was considered a date so… I suppose it could be called a maybe date. Yes! Oh great, I was getting excited like a little girl on her first date. Well it would be my first date… Maybe date. Ugh, I give up.

I sighed and smiled, feeling myself calm down with his name on my lips.

"Envy."

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