Disclaimer: I claim no rights to "7th Heaven", just writing about some of the cuter characters. "7th Heaven" belongs to The WB and Brenda Hampton. This fic centers on a homosexual relationship. Don't read it if you don't accept that kind of thing. The idea of a Sid and Simon slash was Cypher's. If you haven't already, I would highly recommend reading his "God's in 7th Heaven, All's Right With the World." It's much better written than this, but he said I should try writing, practice makes perfect. Thanks again, Cypher.

Chapter 1 – Not Chandler

Unlike his father and his sister Lucy, Simon knew that it wasn't Chandler. No, this man had a much greater presence. Not cocky like some guys Simon knew. He just knew what he had and used it. It was too bad that he was smoking, especially after his dad was dying from lung cancer. Who was Simon to judge people? He hadn't made the smartest choices lately. He didn't want to be the center of attention, but he thought it would be okay to what to have sex. He got good grades and had a job. The truth is he didn't want to be called Virgin Camden anymore.

Not Chandler was here to pick up Lucy. Simon thought it was cool that he knew Lucy was almost engaged, but would take Lucy out just to get Kevin insanely jealous and finally propose. Or at least that's what Lucy's craziness hoped. Simon hoped it was because Sid, he later found out that was his name, was not interested in girls at all. Sid probably had dozens of girlfriends over the years. Why wouldn't he? He was cuter than Chandler, but rebellious.

Simon wanted to be more like Sid. The Pastor's son, however, could not rebel. He couldn't get a tattoo, or smoke, ride a motorcycle, and he certainly couldn't be gay. What would be worse: being Virgin Camden, or being gay? He would probably get teased even more for that. The others were cruel. He dealt with it only because he knew in a few more years he could more away, maybe San Francisco, or somewhere he could fit in better. He could just live in secrecy. Camdens were not good at keeping secrets, but he new his family would not accept him. Sometimes he thought it would be easier to leave now, not have to hide.

So instead he stayed up at night thinking about cute guys he knew, and some he didn't. He did more than think about them, even. He thought that it was probably sin. Somewhere in the Bible it said it was wrong. But so was homosexuality. It was getting harder to believe in all that, anyway. Since his father quit his faith had been faltering.

Simon was having a hard time convincing his psycho mom that he didn't smoke. He had before, twice, but he knew it was not good. Not really that it was evil or against the Bible. He didn't care so much about that lately, well since he started liking boys. So when Kevin claimed the cigarettes found in Simon's sock drawer, Simon wasn't that mad. He was mostly mad that his mom wouldn't listen to him. He knew that if she found out he was gay, she would disown him.

So he sat, wondering how he was going to break up with his girlfriend. "Hey, you're cute and all but girls just aren't my thing, baby." If only it were that easy. Cecilia was cute sometimes, and he did get aroused when they kissed. When he started feeling like he didn't want more than that, he decided that he should have sex with her. That way he could find out if he could really love her or if he needed to find a nice guy. Cecilia's father did not see it as an innocent experiment. Cecilia was even the one who bought the condoms. But Simon, as the horny little teenage boy should be, was not allowed to see Cecilia anymore, and on restriction from his parents as well.

As Sid talked to Simon's father, the once minister now smut writer, Simon just stared out the window watching Sid, thinking how he would like so much just to jump on the back of the motorcycle and drive off into the sunset. But Simon did not live in the movies, not that gay relationships happen often in movies, but he was in the real world. He had to go to school on Monday, pretend to still want Cecilia, and basically be miserable for the rest of his life.

Or so he thought...