Authors Note: Hey You Guys! Thanks for dropping by to read this story. There wont be any sex for a bit, but I hope you like it all the same. This story is fiction, and is property of me, the author, any reposting of this story has to go through me.

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Accepted Part 1 ~

The cold winter wind felt like knives against me skin as I ran. My breath was barely making it past my lungs. It was close to midnight to it was very dark outside, which made it harder to see where I was going. All I knew was that I had to get away. A cut on my cheek was bleeding a bit more than it had been, and the bruises on my legs hurt like hell.

Tears were flowing from my eyes, and sadness pulled at every part of my being. After a while, when I couldn't run any more I fell to the cold, wet ground with my face in my hands and cried. Then, I heard an all to familiar voice.

"Jack? Jack?" they ran to me and I felt their arms wrap around me. My favorite person in the world was beside me, holding me, and kissing the top of my head. I felt safe, loved and important.

~ Now here is how I got this way~

I got home from school and ran upstairs to my room and saw my lover laying on my bed reading a book.

"Hey" I said, smiling at the sight of him.

" Hey there" he said, marking his place in the book by bending the page down, which he did just to annoy me, because he knew I hated it. I looked at him and raised my eyebrow. He smiled and got up off the bed and came and gave me a hug, I loved his arms around me and mine around him.

"How was your day?" he asked me.

"It was okay, I guess" I said, a hint of disappointment in my voice.

"Did anyone give you trouble?" he asked, his voice now filled with seriousness.

"Just the usual stuff" I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Want me to handle it?" he asked.

"No, its fine" I told him, and released him from my grasp. What we were referring to was the taunting and joking about my orientation, which is bi-sexual. But I prefer guys because they are more fun and don't do the PMS b.s. People find it so amusing to pick on me and I can't for the life of me figure out why.

Teachers even give me a hard time, they treat me like I have a disease and look at me like I'm a lab rat.

But I'm used to it now, it's sad though, because I shouldn't to be used to that kind of treatment. But I guess that's the world for you, closed minded and un-accepting of people who are the least bit different and don't conform to the ways of everyone else.

Now, the town I lived in was called a `bible-belt', which means we have WAY to many churches. Now don't get me wrong I was brought up in a Christian home and all that, so I had no objections to people going to church. To tell the truth I could care less.

Its just really hard to live in a town like mine and be a bi-sexual at the same time.

Now, let me tell you a bit about me:

My Name is Jack Moore, I'm 16 and I am a junior in high school and I'm not `out' yet. I don't plan on it anytime soon. I have brown hair and blue eyes, on which I get compliments on a lot. I also have to tattoos, a crescent moon and star on my wrist and a blue star on my shoulder.

My boyfriends name is Mark, he's 17, and a senior at a rival high school. He has black hair and emerald green eyes, and about five tattoos. He the same two I have plus, barbed wire across his right bi-cep, a cross on the back of his neck and, to my objection, my initials on his lower back inside a heart.

Ok, now that that's over with, lets get back to our story:

Mark pulled me over with him to the bed and pushed me down. I crawled to one side and he laid down beside me, so that we were staring at each other. Despite how badly the both of us wanted to make love, we decided to wait until our one year anniversary, which was in a week. We laid there and looked into each others eyes.

"I love you" Mark told me, caressing my cheek with his hand.

"I love you to" I said, leaning in to kiss him, but just before our lips touched, my dad burst into my room, he had obviously got my report card.


"Dad" I said "Its not what it looks like, this is Mark"

Mark got up and walked over to my Dad

"Mr. Moore" he said, nodding curtly.

"Dad, can I talk to you and mom for minute?"

"No" he said "Tell me why the fuck I found my son in the bed with another man!" he said, try to stay calm.

"I am bi-sexual Dad" I said, I didn't even have time to blink before I hit the wall behind me. I opened my eyes and saw my Dad, with blood on his knuckles.

"Get Out" he said "NOW!"

I got up and ran our the door, almost knocking my mom down as I raced out the door, forgetting my jacket, when it was 25 degrees outside.

There you go guys! The first chapter of my story `Accepted'. I do hope that you liked it. Feel free to email me at comments, criticism and suggestions are welcome.