Andrew was a satanist. And you were a Christian boy. He saw as you wore that cross necklace everyday, he gazed at face when you prayed before eating, the way you just radiated pure and holy light..but..Your love was too sinful to ever last, He was too sinful to ever love an angel like you. And you were too much of an angel to love a sinner like him..a sinner who’s hell bound.

But you were different from every Christian he’d met, you didn’t turn away when you found out he was different from you. You stayed, and you talked to him. Your friends made fun of him, the student body avoided him, and the teachers despised him but you..oh you..made him feel something for once..Loved and seen.

You both had grown to become best friends soon through your 2nd year of high school. He had grown to like you..and you had grown to like him too. But he didn’t know that…not yet at least.

It was a Saturday night..he was at your house, you were watching a stupid horror movie that you had picked out without even thinking…not like either of you were watching anyways. You were both nervous..there was tension in the air. A…nervous kind of tension.

But..suddenly..Andrew turned to look at you, and you stared back at him. He leaned in closer. You stayed still. His lips came to yours. And you didn’t pull back…you didn’t pull back. Andrew realized what he had done..he tainted you with his sins, he corrupted you…he could only stare at you in shock.