So, I just had a 44oz. Full Throttle Fury slushy... Bring on the writing! Haha. Now if only I can sit still long enough to write... hm... Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to drink that... -bounces-

As far as Adrian was concerned, today was a good day. Even though he went to church, things still turned out beautifully for him. He and Kiba were getting closer. That was all that mattered to the raven haired boy. Nothing could ruin this day. Or so he thought.

He parked his car in the open spot next to his parent's car. He got out and locked his car behind him before he started walking toward the restaurant. Doyle's Family Restaurant. He used to come here every Sunday after church back when he was little. Back when he didn't have the choice in going.

He smiled softly up at the one story homely place. It had been a while since he had been here. He made his way inside and almost froze at the amount of people. Practically everyone from church was there. He knew someone had to have seen that kiss Kiba gave him. He could tell because a few people looked at him when he walked in.

Great. Just great. He sighed and easily found his parents. He made his way over to him, noticing the whispers as he passed. He ignored them just like he did at school. Ignoring people was one of Adrian's best talents. His mother smiled when he finally walked over to them.

"There you are." Claire smiled up at her son. She patted the chair beside her. "Sit." He did as told.

"So, what did you think?" His father questioned.

Adrian licked his now dry lips. "Well... It was um... good?"

They both stared at their son for a moment. "You... Didn't stay the whole time did you?" Edward asked.

Adrian shook his head. "It just... Made me uncomfortable."

"Aw, sweetie. Maybe next Sunday, hm?" His mother patted his shoulder.

"I'd rather not."

"Why?" She asked, turning to face him fully.

He shrugged. "I don't belong there."

"That's not true."

"No mom. I don't want to go."

His parents glanced at each other before nodding. They were silent until it was time to order their food. Then it was silent again until his father decided to speak up.

"Are you going to feed the homeless next Saturday then?"

"Yes."

His mother smiled. "Because of that boy?"

"His name is Kiba." Adrian almost growled out. He didn't like the way she said that. Not at all.

"Sweetie, we're happy you made a friend..." She trailed off, glancing at her husband.

"But we don't think he's the right kind of friend for you." For a moment, Adrian's mind went blank. He had no idea how to respond. Edward takes his silence as time to continue. "We feel he could be a bad influence on you." His eyes narrowed. "We heard that he kissed your cheek. That's not good."

Adrian blinked, snapping out of you. They heard. Of course they heard. But what was it any of their business? "Isn't it best to befriend people who need it the most?" He asked softly.

"Of course it is." His mother reached over and placed her hand on top of his. "But perhaps Kiba is beyond help."

He snapped his hand away from his mother's. "What in the hell is that supposed to mean?!" He glared at her harshly causing her to widen her eyes. He was not happy. Not at all. They were judging Kiba without even knowing him. True, Adrian didn't know him all that well either. But he knew enough. His raise in tone caused the people around them to turn and look.

"Adrian." His father said hard. The boy turned his glare on his father. "He's homeless. Kids these days are usually homeless for one reason. He doesn't go to school and he could be in only God knows what."

"Are you suggesting he's doing drugs?" Adrian hissed.

"Perhaps." Edward shrugged. "We don't know."

"Exactly!" Adrian jumped up, pointing a finger at his father. His glare deepened and his eyes had fire in them. "How dare you! You don't know a damn thing about him! You're all nothing but fucking hypocrites." He had now gained the attention of the whole restaurant. But he didn't give a damn. His parents only stared at him in shock. He lowered his hand to his sides and fisted them. He was so angry he was beginning to shake. His nails were digging into skin.

"You can go every Saturday and feed the homeless but deep down you don't give a shit about them." He hissed softly, although everyone could still hear him. "You're only doing it for self-gain. You think that helping those in need is all. Feeding a homeless person is enough to get into heaven well you're wrong. It's more than that. Kiba needs me as much as I need him. He's my friend and you have to accept that. But either way, I don't care. You know nothing about him or what he's been through. So, how fucking DARE you say such things about him. God teaches us to love everyone but deep down you don't give a shit about anyone but yourselves. Nothing but a bunch of fucking hypocrites."

He gave his parents one last glare before turning and storming out of the place. People started to whisper as he left but he didn't care. He was trying so hard to keep the tears from falling. He was angry, hurt and upset. He quickly got into his car and sped away.

Meanwhile, back in the restaurant, his parents were surrounded by other church members. Consoling them and telling them everything would be alright. But deep down, they were giggling. Oh Yay drama! And it's not happening to us! How entertaining...

It was nearly midnight when Adrian finally cooled down. He didn't even remember where he drove. Only that he did. He went home and noticed lights were still on. He cursed to himself as he opened the front door. His parents were awake and waiting for him.

"Adrian!" His mother quickly ran into the hallway. "Thank God you're alright."

He narrowed his eyes at her and walked right past her. She gasped softly and he was suddenly grabbed by the arm. He growled in the back of his throat and turn to find his father had a tight hold on his arm.

"We need to talk, Son."

Adrian hissed at him and ripped his arm from his father's grasp. "I think not." He gave his father a look that... well if looks could kill his father would be 6 feet under by now. The look momentarily stunned his father and gave him enough time to slip away to his room. He locked his door, not to be disturbed.

"Oh God he hates us..." Claire said softly, brining her hands to her face. Edward stared up at the dark stairs, a look of concern on his face. "He hates us..."

Edward turned to his wife and wrapped her in a hug. "No... He'll be fine. Give him some space. He always forgives us."

"We were too harsh on him..." She sobbed into his chest, clutching his shirt.

"We were." He agreed rubbing his wife's back. "Give him time. It'll be alright. I promise." But deep down, he wasn't really sure. That was the first time Adrian had ever snapped at them. They had seen his temper before but never directed at them. Unfortunately, they also knew his temper could be much worse than what they saw today. So much worse.

Edward was unsure where he stood with his son right now. Adrian was beyond furious with them. But, hopefully, he would forgive them or atleast let them talk to him. Let him know that there were in the wrong and they were sorry. For now, they could only hope...

Woo... That was kinda draining. I got worked up just writing this! And that was only a BIT if Adrian's temper... You'll get to see even worse later. But, yea, Adrian's parents love him so much and they only want what's best for him. But in doing so, they are only pushing him more and more away. I hope I was able to display Adrian's anger well. I mean, you understand why he snapped right? Hope so, because I kinda don't wanna explain it... Haha.

So, I listened to Hawthorne Heights to get me in an emo-ish mood for this part. I was really hyper and happy when I stared this and that was not a good mood to write this part in. Ah, I love this band. Hehe. Sad about the guitarist though... Poor guy. So young... -tear-

Anyway! Next part! I promise will be much longer. Because... Well, the extent of Adrian's bulling at school gets to its worse. Things get a wittle bad for our Adrian. But you have to review to find out!

So, please review!!

Thanks!

+Matt+