Dear readers, due to the wattpad glitches and update last week I haven't written to secure this story. I want to publish twice a week, but sadly I'm also busy with school, so I can only promise there will be one chapter each week, most likely on Sunday. Thank you so so much for reading, it means a lot to me. To compensate the time you all waited, this chapter is a bit longer. Xxx BlackRoses

Damon's pov

We stayed in the park until it went cold and the sun started to set. We walked home and I was constantly thinking of how to tell him what he needed to know. I couldn't just spill my past like it was nothing. It would scare him and that made sense, it still terrified me.

We tried to sue Matthew and his minions, but according to the police the charges weren't serious enough to take action. In other words, they wouldn't stand up for the gays and I was almost sure that the father of Matthew, who was a police officer, had pulled some strings.

There was a comfortable silence between us, each with our own thoughts. I let my eyes wander true the streets and suddenly I froze. No, it couldn't be. My breath got caught in my troath as I saw a familiar figure on the opposite of the streets.

"Damon? Is everything alright?" Keith asked with a voice full of concern. I quickly glanced at him before turning my eyes to the figure I thought to be Matthew. But it wasn't Matt I saw, it was just a random boy with brown hair and as he came closer he didn't even look like him and I shook my head in confusion.

I could have sworn it was Matthew, my fear was getting the best of me. I sighed in relief and met Keith's worried gaze. "Are you okay?" He repeated. I nodded and put on a reassuring smile. "I thought I had left my phone at the park, but it's in my bag." I said and laughed about it. Trying to convince him not to worry. He smiled, but in his eyes was still a trace of concern, as if he knew I was lying.

I felt guilty for lying to him, but I couldn't tell him everything.

Not yet.

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Dinner was again super. Keith had been cracking jokes together with Drake and my dad. It felt special having him next to me, because with him sitting there and glancing at me from time to time gave me butterflies and comfort. He belonged there, next to me.

I smiled while waiting for Keith to come out of the bathroom. This weekend had been amazing for the both of us. I have never seen him smile so much and I think that counted for me too.

There was just one big black spot on all this and that's the fact he opened up to me and I didn't. And I kept telling myself it was for the best to keep pretending everything was fine, but he knew I wasn't fine.

I had to tell him something, but not everything and it was hard to draw a line.

He startled me when he swung the door open. "Whoops, that's a bit loud." He said and giggled. Before I had a chance to mask my conflicted face he jumped on the couch next to me and frowned.

"Damon, I know you said you were okay. But your face says otherwise." My heart dropped and I looked at him with guilt written all over my face.

"You're right." I said." No turning back know. I was not gonna lie again. "There is something I need to tell you."

His eyes turned soft and he waited patiently for me to continue, although I was frozen on the spot, feeling terribly cold while my thoughts were swirling around in my head.

Finally I found the words to start my story with and I took a deep breath. I focused on the floor, not able to look him in the eyes.

"Promise you won't run away." I pushed the words out of my mouth. "I promise Damon." His voice was comforting and reassuring and it encouraged me to go on.

"Before we moved I found out that I was gay, because I fell for someone. And uhm when people knew that, they didn't accept it."

It was short, but it was as simple as that. Their reactions were just more destructive that I would tell him for know.

"They created a revulsion for me and people ignored me, or insulted me and I have been beaten a few times because they'd think I looked lustfully at them." My voice broke and I knew this is where to stop. 

The horrible things they did to me flashed in front my eyes and I closed them in despair. I didn't notice Keith had moved until he put his arm around me. I lost the fight against my tears and they were running over my face.

"You're okay now." Keith whispered and I sobbed. I truly hoped I was and that we would be. I didn't want him to be hurt and haunted like I was. 

"Please don't be scared." I pleaded him and let my head rest against his shoulder, smelling his scent and calming down with every breath I took. 

"I'm always scared." Keith muttered as he wiped away my tears. "Scared of being alone, scared of getting beaten, scared of  the future, scared of losing you, scared for the ways I feel." I sighed and looked him in the eyes. 

"But because of you, I don't want let my fear rule my life. The past is behind us and I want to be with you. I'll always be scared, but I'm not gonna let that ruin the precious thing we have." The look in his eyes was determined. 

I smiled even though I was crying and he pulled me in an embrace. I felt relieved that I told him what had been bothering me for so long and I was even more relieved about his reaction. We let go of each other and I went to the bathroom.

I was trembling as I looked in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and teary, my hair was a mess and lips were chapped. I sighed and splashed some water in my face, trying to slow down my erratic heartbeat. When I entered the room again, Keith had opened one of the curtains and was looking through the floor-to-ceiling window. 

The moonlight shone on him and made him look like an angel wearing a silver halo on his blonde hair. His face was extremely pale and the color of his eyes was twice as intense. I just stood there, not able to move or break my stare.

That was until he turned his head and our eyes met. He blushed and looked away with a smile, I blushed too, ashamed that I had been staring shamelessly at him. I walked over and stood next to me. 

"The moonlight is proof that there is light in darkness." He muttered under his breath, but I heard him and was astounded by his words. "I thought I was good with words." I said playfully and he looked up at me. 

"That's beautiful, Keith, just what I needed." I sighed, suddenly fully aware of the small distance between us. It made my skin tingle and I had to turn and look to the nightsky to contain the urge to kiss him until we were both breathless. 

Small steps, I said to myself, small steps.

Keith's pov

I felt the heat of his skin. It made me want to touch him, but I was scared. I know I wouldn't let my fear hold me back, but when it came to the steps I had to take with Damon I was mortified. I was insecure, what if I did something wrong?

This weekend was a huge step for our relationship. It felt so weird to think of him as my boyfriend. But it was a good kind of weird. Being here in his house with his family and sleeping in his room was something that still felt too good to be true.

But it was true, all of this was really happening. I yawned, tired of the emotional rollercoaster from today. It hadn't been easy to talk about my dad and it brought a lot of memories to the surface.

"You're tired, we should go to sleep." Damon whispered and I found his eyes on me with his lips curled up into a smile. I just nodded and walked over to the bed that I could call mine for this last night.

We both layed in our own beds and looked at each other. My eyelids were growing heavy and before I knew it I fell asleep.

My heart was racing as I ran through the streets. Cameron's gang was chasing me down and they were coming closer and closer. "We're gonna get you, stupid nerd!" "Filthy fag!" "You're going down weirdo!" I tried to run faster and faster, my heart aching by every insult barely feeling my legs.

There, my house I sprinted and got to the door, trying to unlock it. But the trembling of my hands didn't help much. Their voices came closer and closer and finally I got the door to open.

I closed the door and turned around, leaning against it trying to catch my breath. "Hello little faggot." Cameron's voice dripped of venom and he pointed towards me with a knife. "Let's play a little game shall we?" He swung his knife at me and I screamed, closing my eyes.

"Keith!" I didn't feel any blood and tried to open my eyes, but it was as if they were glued together. "Keith, open your eyes!" Was that Damon?

NO! I couldn't let him get hurt because of me. I swung my arms around not hitting anything until someone caught my arms.

"Keith, please, just calm down and open your eyes. It's okay." That was definitly Damon. I stopped swinging and tried to calm down. Whimpering because I was terrified.

When I finally opened my eyes I saw Damon's eyes and when I looked around I saw his room. It was a dream. I sobbed and felt the pain in my chest fade away.

"It was just a nightmare." He tried to comfort me and I saw guilt in his eyes.

"It's not your fault, Damon. I have nightmares more often." I said with a hoarse voice and I remembered I screamed. "Did I wake you?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I couldn't sleep at all." He sat on my bedside and I sat up. "I'm sorry." I said and he shook his head again. "Don't be. We all have nightmares." He wiped the tears from my face and I instantly calmed down.

"Do you uhm... want to lay in my bed... with me?" Damon whispered his voice betraying the insecurity he tried to hide on his face. My heart skipped a beat or two and I just stared at him. Did I want that? 

Slowly I nodded and I followed him to his bed, still trembling from the dream. He got under the sheets and patted on the spot next to him. With a shiver I laid next to him and he put the sheets back in place. 

The heat of his body next to mine chased away the cold in my own body. "You're shaking." He said and scooped a little closer. I turned on my side and faced him. "Are you cold?" He asked and I shrugged. 

He put an arm around me and pulled me closer to him. His touch set my skin on fire. I was definitely not cold anymore. I sighed in satisfaction and took in his smell that I loved. It didn't take me long to fall asleep again, but this time my dreams were peaceful.  

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When I woke up with my head on his chest I froze on the spot. But the next moment all tension was gone and I listened to his regular breath and felt his steady heartbeat. 

I snuggled a bit closer, careful not to wake him and enjoyed this moment before he would wake up. He would probably want me off of him. A single ray of sunshine lighted up his face, making him glow as if he was a god. 

He came close with his heavenly body and angelic character. I giggled softly because of my own thoughts and accidentally woke him up. 

He moved and I removed my head and arm, ready to give him space, but his arms snaked around my waist and pulled me back. His eyes fluttered open and a huge grin spread on his face. 

"Goodmorning beautiful." He joked and I rolled my eyes at him, giving in and placing my head where it had been when I woke up. "Goodmorning to you too." I whispered.

We were silent, not wanting to break this quiet moment in which our dreams disappeared, just holding each other peacefully. 

"Your mom isn't home until tonight, I want to take you somewhere." He said breaking the moment. 

"Yeah? Where do you want to take me?" I asked and yawned making him chuckle and looking at me in adoration. 

"It's a new cafe not close to the park. They've got a good review. Cozy, quiet, good food." 

"Sounds good to me." 

"Great, it'll be a lunch date." He said enthusiastic. The meaning of his words settled and we both sat up, blushing. 

"So, a date huh." I asked and gave him a playful look. He returned my look with a smirk.

"Yes, why not. We're a thing right? Let's get our first date then." We both laughed and got out of bed. He was the first to use the bathroom and I grabbed my stuff together, already packing it in my suitcase. 

When he was ready I grabbed some clothes and changed as fast as possible. I tried fixing my hair, but it was no use. It would always look messy, I sighed in disappointment. 

When we came downstairs I said my goodbyes to Damon's family. Sam and Lucy gave me a hug and I gave Tony a high-five. Drake man-hugged me and Rachel embraced me. I gave his father a hand and he smiled brightly at me. 

I felt welcome and loved by every one of them and left his house with him by my side and a huge smile on my face. 

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"Here it is." Damon said and he pointed at a small cafe called 'The White Horse'. It looked nice, cozy and also a bit modern. More people of our age were inside as we entered. We took a table for two next to a large window with a view of the park. 

"How can I help you?" A waitress asked as soon as we sat down. I quickly scanned the menu, not being able to choose. 

"For me the homemade hamburger with french fries and a coke." Damon ordered. The waitress repeated the order and looked at me. 

"For me the clubsandwich with extra bacon and a coke." I finally ordered. "That's it?" We both nodded and she walked away. 

"I'm sorry, I can never decide." I apologized to Damon but he just chuckled. "You're funny when you're blushing like that." 

After a few minutes of teasing each other our orders arrived and we grew silent, eating our food while glancing at each other. 

I grabbed a few fries of him and he looked at me with big eyes. "You didn't" He whispered in a dramatric way. I narrowed my eyes and put on a devilish smile. 

"You can bet I did." And I put the fries in my mouth. He gasped loudly and put his hand in front of his mouth. "Monster!" 

I smirked at him and watched as he grabbed my sandwich and took a big bite. "Now we're even." He said with his mouth full. I quickly grabbed few other fries and ate them. 

"Now we're even." I said and we both laughed. How on earth would I ever be able to live without him. His laughter was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. 

I snapped out of my thoughts when he winked at me. I felt like I was melting. Soon I would be a puddle of liquid Keith on the ground. I sighed, completely lost in the hurricane of butterflies in my stomach. 

After we finished our lunch we discussed who had to pay. "Fine, rock, paper, scissors. Winner pays." Damon said and I agreed. "Rock, paper, scissors!" While I formed a rock of my hand, he made paper and I cursed. Damon called the waitress and payed the check. 

"Can I walk you home?" He asked when we were out. I nodded. It was turning colder and I was glad for my warm jacket, yet I took it as an excuse to walk a little closer to Damon. Not noticably close, but close enought to feel his bodyheat through his jacket. 

We were chatting about the past days, recalling the fun stuff we had done, both skipping the parts where it got a bit intimate. Too soon we reached my front door. I checked my phone if my mom had texted yet, and found a message saying she would be home in an hour from half an hour ago. 

"Do you want to come in for a drink?" I asked opening the door. He nodded and followed me inside. We both got ourselves something to drink and crashed on the couch. we were watching some funny show, neither of us really knew, until he looked at the clock. 

"It's almost time for me to bring Sam to karate, I should go." He said regretful and stood up. I walked him to the door and watched him put his jacket on. 

"I'll text you." He said and faced me. My eyes lowered their gaze from his eyes to his lips and with one step I closed the distance between us. "I still want to take things slow, but... you're irresistable." I said and planted a kiss on his lips. 

He immediately responded by gently grabbing my waist as I cupped his face. Way too quick he pulled back with a smile plastered on his face. "I'm fine with whatever you comfortable with." He said. I blushed and hold the door. 

He placed another quick peck on my cheek before going outside. I watched him until he was out of sight and closed the door with a sigh. The things he did to me...