'Your mother tells me that you have been spending some time with the Sutcliffe boy.'

'Yes father, I have.'

'Is there a reason for this?'

'We recently became friends.'

'I don't think he is a good influence for you, I would rather if you broke all connections with him.'

William stared at the floor. He was in his father's study; the reverend always called him in there to reprimand him. William's heart was breaking. He and Grell had been spending a lot of time together, mostly William would walk him to his appointments but they also met up for lunch or simply to walk around the town. The dark haired boy had never been happier; the thought of seeing the redhead was what prompted him out of bed every morning. Now his father wanted him to just break it off?

'May I know why he does not qualify as my friend?'

'You may not question my decisions; as my son it is your duty to obey even if you do not see the logic in my orders.'

'Yes father.'

Grell walked out of his manor with a spring in his step. He was always so excited to see William; the dark haired boy had opened up so much in the past weeks. He was finally a more relaxed amicable person; consequently Grell had grown very fond of him. He knew that William was strait so he had no hopes of the relationship ever turning romantic but he could dream right? He reached the gates of his estate with a disappointed expression.

'Oh, were could Will be?' William was always waiting for him at the gate, he was never late. The redhead waited for the other boy for ten more minutes till he decided that William must have overslept. So he skipped his way to the reverend's house and nocked politely on the front door.

'Good morning, is William home?'

'Oh hello, yes he is; let me get him,' Mrs. Mayor left leaving Grell patiently waiting at the door for several minutes. Instead of William returning to the door it was the reverend.

'Good morning Grell, William won't be able to walk with you this morning.'

'Oh my, is he alright? He isn't sick is he?'

'No, it's not his health that's the problem. He won't be walking with you this morning or any other morning; ever again.'

'oh…' Tears were welling up in Grell's eyes.

'I don't think you're a suitable friend for my son is all. He is so impressionable.' Grell didn't hear the end of the reverend's sentence; he had simple started walking away back toward his Manor. The reverend had hurt his feelings countless times before but he had never broken his heart. Rejection stung and nothing prepared him for the pain he was feeling.

When he arrived home he crawled into his bed and cried himself to sleep.

The dark haired boy was fuming. This just could not be happening; not after all the progress he had made these last two months. He was finally begging to feel proud of his own personality. He was finally starting to believe that he could be loved. How could all of that have been taken away from him, damn it! He couldn't let this happen; no, he wouldn't.