This is what happens when people comment.

You get many updates because I always seek validation. (only saying that because this chapter was going to be posted like a week earlier but ha....)

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I've learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something completely different.

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Phil Lester is truly something.

He's a special boy-an entirely different case-while also being a big cliche all together. Smart, kind, funny and handsome, there really wasn't anything wrong with him. No flaws. His life could be easily described as a resemblance to his own personality. Certainly not ideal but at the same time taken out of a corny high-school movie. An odd combination truly but this was just the way things were.

His parent weren't wealthy but they always had what they needed and the Lester siblings never missed a thing. The pair loved their children deeply and displayed their affection for them very often. A little too often for Phil's brother. But who was Phil to refuse his father's hugs or his mother's sweet kisses before he left for school?

"Honey,"his mother's soft voice brought him back to reality. "you seem lost."

Lost was really an understatement.

Honestly, his one and bigger problem had to do with the new school. He really loved it, liked the classes, found the teachers interesting and simply adored his classmates. He was bright enough to get on the good side of most of the tutors-minus miss Quill but he doubted anyone was on her good side-and had even got himself acquaintance with the rest of the school stuff. As for the rest students, being friends with most of them was easy. Forming friendships, in general, was a task easy for someone like Phil.

He was a good listener, he was supportive and somehow always knew what to say. He could be your platonic soulmate, your knight in shining armor or both at the same time. That was just the very unrealistic case of Philip Michael Lester. You couldn't be mad at him-couldn't even offer him a scold. He was genuine and a sweetheart, that was why everyone loved him.

"It's nothing."

Almost everyone.

"Philip."

Now, here lied the equally unrealistic case of one Dan Howell. Sure, Phil might have come out of a teen movie but Dan had come straight out a Stephenie Meyer book. He was quiet, mysterious and an absolute prick. Plus, he probably lived off black and the blood of innocents while also hiding his true nature; he liked pastel colors and sparkles. Okay maybe that part was a bit of an exaggeration but the rest were true. This curious creature had somehow crossed paths with Phil, and here is the question of all, what came next?

Did the two of them match instantly? Did the life of the two boys turned into a less successful version of Heathers? Did Dan somehow ended up falling head over heels and ended up bombarding the whole school? Was Phil a less sexual version of Veronica Sawyers?

Yeah. No.

They were just weird and awkward. Dan strongly disliked Phil when he met him, even though they had grown a bit close, and Phil couldn't-can't-take someone not liking him. Of course he could live with one person not loving him and certainly did not desperately need validation, but he also couldn't have one person randomly disliking him.

And then that party happened.

Dan told him he didn't hate him but a part of Phil believed he was just being kind.

"It's about a guy."

"Is he a handsome guy?"

"Mum!"

"Yeah, yeah, studies first  but you can combine both of them."his mother explained"Is he nice? Because the world can be pretty ugly Phil, you know that."

"It's complicated."Phil wondered if this was truly an accurate description of his relationship with Dan."We'll talk about it some other time."

"Sure. Use protection, though, okay?"

"I'm going to pretend this conversation did not happen."

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Rachel and Noah were the type of siblings you would not believe they were related.

Noah Puckerman an athlete. Someone who had adopted the bad boy persona and would most likely end up dead near a ditch once they finished high-school. Rachel Puckerman-or Berry as she preferred-was a cheerleader. But she was a singer first. Unlike her brother, she pictured herself becoming big someday. She had to.

"I think I should audition for Mr Schue's play."

"And you're telling me because?"

"You're my brother."she mumbled. The two siblings were never really close with each other, everyone who knew them could figure out that much,but things had been particularly rocky lately. Rachel partly blamed the bet between them. Then again, her competitive side did not let her drop it either."Thought you'd be interested."

"Not really."

"Kind as always."she scoffed

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Patrick Stump was a good person. Scratch that-he was a wonderful person and perhaps that was why God was blessing him today.

He watched as Ryan leaned against his locker, shoulders straight and chest out, his hair falling to his face. It was a desperate attempt to look irresistible. Yes, Ryan and maybe a bunch of girls, considered the tall boy quite handsome when he did that pose but not Patrick. Patrick could just his best friend acting like a baby seal-adorable but totally inexperienced.

"How do I look?"

"Like you're trying a bit too much."Patrick replied and grabbed his books"You're helpless."

"I'm just resting and observing the students."

"You're standing literally outside Brendon Urie's class and keep glancing at the clock."

"So?"

"Helpless!"he repeated with a laugh.

"Social."

"In love."

"Curious."

"If that helps you sleep, sure."

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The act of two men laying on the same bed, according to the Bible, is an abomination. A God-sent punishment is expected. Yet, Matteusz knew that as long as he was alive no one would set his soul on fire. Plus, he doubted God would really murder him instead of, well, killing off actual bad people. Although, if he was to be punished for something, he could think of some things. Mostly lying. It seemed as if he had been lying regularly the past few days.

"That's my stop, guys." April announced as stood on her heels for a second"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye April."Matteusz said while Tanya waved. April smiled at them and went inside her house."And then there were two."

"The best two."

"The gay two."Tanya joked making Matteusz tense. He should probably get used to being comfortable with his sexuality. Especially around his friends."Speaking of  which have you thought of what we discussed at the party?"

Thought was a bit of an understatement.  Matteusz had spent countless nights thinking of their conversation, he replayed Tanya's words in his mind while simultaneously trying to come up with a solution. Although a scenario in which everyone would be happy and would eventually laugh fondly at in the future was not on the table. In the end, no matter what Matteusz wanted, someone would get hurt.

"Yes."

"And how will you tell April about Charlie?"

"I won't."

"I'm sorry, what?"

The problem Tanya had presented Matteusz had been simple. He liked Charlie, Charlie liked him and then there was April. April who, Tanya claimed, was too sweet and kind and would not hold a grudge. April who would smile at Matteusz and wish him the best. Even though he had watch her hopelessly pinning for Charlie since he got there. Matteusz had spent countless hours trying to think of a good way to reveal to April that her crush was in fact very gay.

Sure, Tanya insisted that April would be fine no matter what way he would chose to tell her, she just pressured him into actually coming clean to April so she would be set free. She had also added that she might be able to find someone new after that and grinned as if she knew something that Matteusz had no idea.

Still despite Tanya's reassurance, Matteusz wasn't blind. He had seen how much April liked Charlie and how happy she was when he talked about him. Sure, April would probably be supportive even though Charlie could never like her back but him and Matteusz getting together would be a little too cruel. He had to think of her first.

"I like Charlie, yes, and he likes guys but he doesn't like me."the lie slips out easily but Matteusz can't shake off the burning sensation in his heart. He shouldn't lie but he does.

"Oh Matteusz, I'm sorry."

There are so many white lies that form this very conversation. He's lying to Tanya about Charlie's feelings, he lies about his own relationship-because it is a relationship and he just denied it to avoid doing something he didn't want to. But the worst lie is the one he tells himself; he lies for April. Not for him. For her.

He's a good friend.

Not a scared child.

"Thank you, Tanya."he smiles at her and they hug. After that he walks toward his house's door. He knocks three times and waits for either one of his parents to open up. His mother opens up with a bright smile, she pulls him inside. "Hey mum."

"Hello, mój syn."she greets him"I just finished cooking. Your father is already inside."

Matteusz nods and follows his mother in the kitchen. His house is relatively small, especially with all the furniture and pictures. Sometimes he believes that there's a small difference between his home and a cathedral. There are statues and icons everywhere along with a portable Bible on a desk near the kitchen. Matteusz looks at one of the statues of Virgin Mary and thinks that she knows. She knows he's lying and she judges him for it.

"Matti, sit."his father instructs without even turning to look at him. Matteusz does as he's told, relieved that the kitchen has only one icon and a small bottle of Holy Water both very  far away from where he was sitting. "How was your day?"

"It was fine."

"You were a bit late."

"I dropped my friends off."

"Friends?"his father raised his eyebrows"I mean, I'm happy that you found friends.

Matteusz nods at his father's comment. "Did you meet any nice girls?"

There it was.

"No, dad."

"I'm sure you will find someone."

"Oh yes, maybe you should be friends with the neighbors."his mother added"There is a girl there about your age."

"Not them."his father cut him off"I think their other child is a, forgive me, homosexual."

"Really?" his mother asked terrified. Matteusz wanted to scoff at their reactions. So what if the boy was gay? Why should they care? He didn't have any decease or something. "His poor parents."

"Everyday we disappoint the Lord."

Suddenly, Matteusz had lost his appetite.

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"I'm sorry, it was an accident!"

"No, you're an accident you little piece of shit."

"I'm sorry! It won't happen again, I p-promise!"

"Damn right it won't!"

"Christian." the voice was raw, Christian could only chuckle at the sound of it. He licked his lips once and let go of his younger brother's collar, he slowly and gently put him on a chair while the young boy shivered.

"Look at that Tommy,"he grinned to the 13 year old"older brother to the rescue."

"Get away from him."Grant told him sternly. He run towards Thomas' side and bent down"Are you okay?"

"It was an accident Grant, I swear, I didn't mean to knock it over."

"Knock what over?"

"Christian's book."Thomas sobbed. Grant felt the anger inside him rising. He smiled at his brother and squeezed his hand. Thomas knew that whenever Grant did that, he had to run to his room and lock the door until his brother came from him. The boy nodded and run upstairs. Grant watched him, waited for him to get to the top of the stairs before turning to Christian.

"You beat him up over some stupid book."

"Almost beat him, brother."Christian laughed"That's the key word."

"You fucking asshole,"-he turned around and took three steps closer to his brother-"I will--"

Christian rose to his feet. He was a much taller than Grant, not particularly strong but not weak either, if it was anybody else like him, Grant would be able to take him down with ease. But that wasn't how things worked in the Ward household. Because when Christian and Grant would fight, the second would feel like a little child again, unable to do anything. "You'll do what?"

"I don't want you near him."

"Hate to remind you but he's my brother as well."Christian growled"Careful Grant, if I didn't know any better, I would believe you were threatening me."

Grant didn't reply, he just pressed his lips together and held his breath. Christian smiled and Grant finally released the breath he was holding. Whenever Christian smiled, it meant that the fight was over. He had gotten what he wanted. However, before he could react, Christian had grabbed his arm. The oldest boy squeezed with his thumb a bit above Grant's wrist making him wince.

"Here's the thing, brother, I don't like people threatening me. Especially when we're talking about an excuse of a human being like you."-he lifted his sleeve with the other hand and pressed harder making Grant growl-"Hurts doesn't it? I should know. I'm the one person who knows where you hurt most. Know why? Because I did that last time you questioned me, remember that bruise Grant? Huh?"

Grant did not reply leading in Christian becoming more irritated."No? What about that mark on the back, huh? I fucking burned you, remember? You screamed so I can't imagine that you forgot so quickly, maybe I should do it again. It might not help you with your memory but it will teach you some fucking manners."

"I remember."Grant whispered in defeat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that clearly."

"I said I remember."

Christian grinned and let go of his hand. "A-ta boy. Knew Alzheimer hadn't found you so soon." Grant did not make any further comments and took off leaving a smiling Christian alone.

He didn't know where he was going. He just needed to get out. He would return home soon, soon enough for Thomas and late enough for Christian to leave or at least for his mother to come home. His mother. Oh his mother was so sweet and kind and oblivious.

Or maybe she was just smarter than she let on. Grant didn't know, or to be more precise, he didn't want to know. It was this game of who he could and who he could not trust that tortured Grant's thoughts daily. Even now, he had found himself away from his house and what seemed like a five minute walk was actually a walk at a park fifteen minutes away from his house.

He really needed help.

"Attack Buddy! Attack!"the shouting brought Grant back to real life. He turned his head towards the source of the sound but before he could see clearly something had knocked him down. Had it finally happened? Was a group of coyotes finally going to devour him and release him from his misery?

Turns out no.

"Bud, I told you attack like with teeth not tongue." After Grant managed to get over the shock he saw that it was actually not a group of boy-eating animals making a feast. But a dog on top of him licking the living life out of him. And judging by the owner's voice, it wasn't any kind of dog. "Sorry, I think he mistook attack with fuck."

"You think?"Grant asked as Buddy continued licking him happily."At least buy me dinner first!"

"Will keep that in mind."Skye grinned and called Buddy's name. The dog licked Grant's nose one last time and run towards Skye. Skye Howell was probably the last person he expected to see there but perhaps her dog was the thing he needed the most. "How come you're here? All by yourself too? No cult meeting today?"

"Cult meeting?"

"You know, the meetings where you all gather and talk about how much you worship the devil."

"I understood what a cult meeting is. I don't understand why."

"Because you all worship Kara Palamas who I'm pretty sure is Satan's long lost cousin."

"Very funny."Grant replied and stood up"Kara's my friend."he doesn't add the ex-girlfriend title, he doesn't need to.

"Then you certainly need new friends."Skye shot back"True nice friends."

"Like yours?" it's meant to be offending but Skye takes it as a compliment.

"Like mine! Who are beautiful, amazing, very talented people that are not the embodiment of evil, thank you very much."she smiled"But lets be realistic, you would never be able to fit in with my group."

"Rude, don't you think?"

"I'm serious. They are too weird  for you."she says and this time it seems she's trying to insult him"But you can always settle for knowing me. That's a pretty big deal."

Buddy runs towards a tree dragging Skye with him. Grant chuckles at her comment and the scene in general, he wouldn't want to fit in with her group anyway, still he follows her. "We're not friends."

"We're acquaintances."

"Not even that."

"Dude, hate to rain on your parade, but we have shagged and your mother saved my dog. Plus we have been classmates since forever. Oh and there's of course the fact that you,"-she paused and shook her head-"Trust me, we're acquaintances."

"Never letting go of the first one, are you?"

"Nope."she answered cheerfully"But don't flatter yourself, it's just nice to know that drunk Ward is a hoe."

"Hey!"

"Kidding, kidding."she chuckled"That's everyday."

Grant turned towards Buddy"How do you put up with her?"

"He has no choice. I have food, water, a bed and Mr Ball."

"What more could a dog ask?"

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Thomas knows what he does is wrong.

Sometimes he feels he's living a double life.

"You seem lost."Newt blurted out quietly before taking a sip from his coffee"Everything okay?"

Thomas ponders for a while. He examines Newt. Newt with the dirty blonde hair and the warm smile. Newt who wore a skirt on their first official  date and can still look more pretty than half of the girls Thomas has watched during their walk. Newt who is probably the most sweet and kind person Thomas has ever met.

Newt who would probably hate him if he knew.

"Everything is fine."

He lies.

It's what he does best.

"Bloody hell, hide!"

"What?"

"Hide like your life depends on it Tommy, listen to me."

Thomas watches Newt turning around to leave, he's closed behind him, but something stops him. Before he can register the whole scene, a hand is on Newt's arm making both boys tense. "Dear Lord, fuck me."

"Rude!"the person who grabbed him says. Thomas remembers the girl from that one day they had ended up in the hospital. He thinks the boy next to her was there too. Finally, he glances at the dog she's holding. He smiles. "What do we have hear?"

"Nothing. Just two bros." unlike Thomas, Newt-he figures-is an extremely horrible liar.

"Chilling in a park, five feet apart because they are not gay?"the girl asks clearly not impressed"I'm Skye. This is Ward. And there is the only man I love, Buddy."

"Thomas. We've met."

"Oh right, that Thomas."she says his name bitterly and immediately turns to Newt"Were we interrupting something?"

"We were actually out."Thomas explains"On a date."

"Shush!"Newt told him but Skye had already heard what he had said."Skye, pleas--"

"I have to tell the gang!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No! You have no idea what personal boundaries mean, Dan is overprotective, Charlie can be quite murderous sometimes and honestly even if Brendon and Quinn are the most sane of our group, you somehow always manage to have them do your dirty job."

"True nice friends, huh?"the guy next to Skye chuckled but she only slammed his hand in response.

"I'm just looking out for you."

"I'm not doing anything bad or dangerous."

"Fine, but text me when you get home."Skye told him and hugged him with one arm"Don't let him ruin your day, yeah?"

Newt nodded and Skye turned to Thomas. "But just so you know, I know how to hide a body, Tommy. I won't hesitate."

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This chapter was so hard to write for many different reasons. Writer's block took advantage of that. Anywhore, some interesting notes;

-Phil's life is a bit ideal in my mind. It's meant to be like that. I mean, loving family and friends, actually having so supportive parents despite his sexuality is something that I believe is not really realistic. But it's not impossible either. This entire story speaks about different people and this is why I present many different types of families.  Most importantly there are four-up to now-families with LGBT+ kids and they all react differently. Quill doesn't care about Charlie being gay, she dislikes him(from what it seems)but not because of that, Newt is out and his parents can be somewhat abusive towards him, Matteusz is in the closet and probably won't come out soon but we do see how his family views homosexuals and then there's Phil whose parents always support him.

-Rachel's and Noah's relationship is actually somewhat based on what I've seen from my family. They aren't really close and seem to base their lives-especially Rachel-around competition.

-This scene with them was also because I wanted to remind everyone of Mr Schue's play which will play a big part.

-I hope everyone has understand that Matteusz lies about his relationship with Charlie for many reasons. The fact that April likes Charlie just makes him feel better for lying. In reality, at least what I'm trying to show is that, Matteusz is scared of coming out. Especially to his parents. It's really a silly and unreasonable thing to do-lie to his friends-but he's a kid and in all his panic, I think he would probably do something like that.

-Also I wanted to tone the contrast between Phil's family and Matteusz's by adding these two scenes with the boys and their families.

-Next, following a canon subplot, I kept the Ward family as abusive assholes. Hope it's clear that Thomas Ward and Newt's Thomas are two different people.

-Later Skye was actually planning on coming clean about Grant's plan. You may not remember it but Ryan had told Skye that Grant wanted to use her to make Kara mad because of the feud between them. Still she decided not to be honest. Meanwhile Grant did not think about this whole plan once during their time together.

-Finally, I will have an entire chapter for Thomas because his own  story is somewhat tricky and couldn't fit in. Just know that Thomas is still lowkey an ass.

-KUDOS TO YOU WHO CAUGHT THE HAMILTON REFERENCE.