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A/N: Request by kiwiaku Tw- toxic religion, implied mentionings of religious cults
Azira laid on his bed, twisting his white-blond curls as he wrote his billionth text to Anthony. It's kind of a funny story as to how he got his number.
One day at lunch he saw him pass a piece of paper to some girl; Anathema Device.
Of course he was jealous, but he decided to at least take Crowley's number. He quickly wrote it on the palm of his hand, hoping nobody would notice.
Maybe the two of them could just talk.
If he was lucky, he thought maybe he could have something more.
It wasn't getting Anthony that was the problem. It was the fact that he'd be in danger if his highly religious parents were to find out.
Azira was practically raised in his church. He attended every Wednesday and Sunday. He never took off his wooden cross necklace. He was practically a poster boy on the outside.
But when he was alone he wasn't so ideal. He'd spend hours praying about two topics he'd thought well about.
"Please help me through these hard times. I'm trying my hardest here. I've done my best to try not to look at Anthony, but that feeling I get every time I'm around him. Everything I feel for him. It makes my heart rush. He's just so wonderful... Please change me. I want to be straight. I'm trying everything I can, but it just feels as everything is leading me in the other direction. Help me before I get sent to one of those camps... amen."
Azira crawled into bed and got on his phone. He typed in Crowley's number, writing out a text.
Hey Anthony, it's me Azira. You know, the one who never talks. I thought perhaps we could talk.
He sent the text, quickly hitting the unsend button. He knew he couldn't send something like that. He shut off his phone and immediately went to sleep, trying not to think about it.
The next morning he woke up, ate breakfast and went to school. Anthony said nothing to him. He felt like a ghost, invisible and unknown.
That night after he did his nightly routine, he crawled into bed and tried sending Anthony another text.
Hey Anthony it's me Azira! I was hoping we could talk more!
He hit the send button, quickly unsending, because it seemed too needy. He then shut his phone off, staying awake thinking about Anthony. Something about the whole thing made him nervous. There were so many things that could go wrong.
Anthony was a dirty sinner... one of the dirtiest. Every box checked as to someone his parents would not approve of. But Azira had standards, and Anthony met enough of them to be likable.
