Nathaniel sat in his chair trying listening to his social studies teacher. As Mr. Johansen was talking about different cultures to the class, and all Nathaniel could do was steal glances at Angeal. Angeal was taking notes like Nathaniel usually would if he were paying attention. A small smile crept onto his face, which he shook his head slightly to get rid of.

'You were raised to believe gays go to hell. You can't be gay! Besides hell will be nothing compared to what your father would do to you...' He thought as he shook involuntarily. Memories of his father's abuse ran though his mind.

"Alright class I want you to work in groups for this assignment. I want you to do a report on a different culture. First group will be Violet and Li, next will be Lysander and Armin, Nathaniel and Angeal..."

Nathaniel didn't hear the rest. His eyes went wide and he looked over to Angeal as he was looking towards him. As their eyes locked Angeal smiled.

Nathaniel was at his locker getting ready to leave. It was one of those rare days he didn't have to stay after with paper work in the student council room. He shut his locker door ready to turn and go when he heard his name be called.

"Nathaniel!" Angeal called as he got side by side with Nathaniel. "You wanna go to my place and work on the assignment? I figured we could start early."

Nathaniel nodded and smiled. "Sure but I need to call my parents."

Nathaniel sat on the couch in Angeal's apartment as he went to get then drinks. He returned from the kitchen with two glasses of brown liquid. "Hope iced tea is okay."

"It is." Nathaniel accepted the glass and took a drink. The tea was not too bitter nor terribly sweet, and it had a lingering taste of Camomile.

"So," Angeal started as he sat next to Nathaniel," shall we get started?"

Nathaniel nodded and opened his textbook. "I think we should do Brazil. What about you?"

"Sounds good."

Angeal brought his laptop out and started searching up facts on Brazilian culture. Every now and again he stole glances of Nathaniel out of the corner of his eye, and at times he could swear Nathaniel was doing the same.

After thirty minutes of studying Angeal stood up and stretched.

"You want a snack Nathaniel? I have chips, seaweed candy, left over linguini. Take your pick."

"Seaweed candy?" Nathaniel asked with a skeptical look.

"Hey," Angeal said point a finger Nathaniel's direction while placing his other hand on his hip,"don't knock it till you try it."

Nathaniel smiled and shook his head.

"Im alright, thanks." Angeal shrugged and headed to the kitchen. "Well, im getting something. Help yourself if you change your mind."

Nathaniel smiled at their completed assignment. "We're done two say before it's even due. I have to say you a pretty good partner to have."

"Thanks,"Angeal said with a smile,"but it's kinda late... Sorry it took so long."

Nathaniel looked at his watch and grimaced. It was nine thirty, he had told his father he'd be home an hour ago.

Nathaniel smiled apologetically at Angeal, " I'm sorry but if I don't get home soon my father will kill me."

'Litterally' he thought grimly.

Angeal nodded. "Mind if I walk ya home?"

Nathaniel shook his head.

"No thanks. But I'll see you tomorrow?"

Angeal nodded. "You bet."

Angeal stood and walked Nathaniel to the door. As they reached the door Nathaniel turned to him. "Well, I'll see you..."

"Yea...Especially since you'll Have to come over and hang out now that you know where I live." Angeal said with a smirk.

Nathaniel's heart did a back flip at the Sight of his lips quirked up like that. Before he could stop himself he placed a hand on Angeal's neck and pulled him closer, and kissed the boy he had been thinking of almost non stop (excluding when he was studying or taking care of student council affairs) for three days.

When he realized what he did Nathaniel's eyes widened. He took a step back and looked away from Angeal, to embarrassed of what he did.

"Sorry." He muttered as he opened the door to Angeal's and ran , leaving A shocked Angeal behind.

~next chapter will be what happens when he gets home and the next say. If anyone has any ideas they'd like to see happen in the story don't be afraid to say anything. ~