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All that's Know (Book Of Mormon)

*All that's know in history and science overthrown at school, at home by blind men*

Kevin sat at the Coffee bar in the hot Ugandan sun, running his hands through his air. He could feel his hell dream coming for drinking all this Coffee but he didn't care. He had zero fucks left to give. He huffed out an angry sigh and down his twelfth cup of Coffee.

*You doubt them and Soon they bark and Hound you, Til' everything you say is just another bad about you.*

His thoughts raced through his over caffeinated brain as he looked around. What the hell even was this place? This religion of his? Who the hell was he? He didn't know. Why were there so many rules? Why was it wrong to Drink Coffee or to walk away from your companion for a moment of privacy or... Or to be Gay? If The All Powerful Heavenly Father made you that way, Then why was it wrong?

*All they say is "trust in what is written." Wars are made, and somehow that is wisdom.*

Did Heavenly Father even exist? Probably not. Joseph Smith was probably just a psycho guy who imagined God showing up at his door. Or Maybe Kevin was the Psycho. Maybe he was the crazy one. Believing in such nonsense. None of his prayers had been answered. None of his wishes, Granted. No matter how hard he worked or how much good he did. It meant nothing. And no one would remember it. No one would care. Why should they? He didn't.

*Thought is suspect and Money is their idle. And Nothing is okay unless its scripted in their Bible.*

Thinking about it now, He found it all ridiculous. Who gave a damn about Angels names Moroni and Stupid rules about Hot Beverages? Who gave a flying fuck about Golden plates and stupid Salt Lake City? Not Kevin. Not anymore.

*But I know there's so much more to find just in looking through myself and not at them. Still I know to trust my own true mind and to say there's a way through this*

No. He was done living like this. He was done being Perfect Mormon Kevin Price. He was done being Star Pupil of the Church. He Was done being The Godly being he was told to be. Now... He was Kevin. Not Price, Not Elder Price, Not Prophet. Just Kevin. And That's how he liked it. He was going to be Kevin Scott Price, Tall, Goofy, Brown haired, Gay boy from Utah. No more hiding. No more acting. No more Forced Smiles and Fake Laughs.

*On I go to wander and to learning. Name the Stars and know their dark returning. I'm calling to know the worlds true yearning. The huger that a child feels for everything they're shown*

Taking a deep breath, Kevin evaluated his choices and nodded softly to himself. This was good. This was his chance to be himself. Mental illnesses and all. The OCD, Anxiety, and Depression were not going to be hidden anymore. Neither were his strange talents, his love of astronomy, His actually very deep knowledge of Broadway musicals, his Disney obsession that, despite popular belief, He had actually kept almost underwraps (yes it extends way further than he let's show.) He was going to be himself. He was going to laugh at inappropriate Jokes that he found funny. He was going to watch Toddlers In Tiaras and Say Yes to The dress shamelessly every day. He was going to sleep til' one and Be stengy but still gracious and kind. He wasn't going to beat himself up so much over his tendency to say things he doesn't mean and He wasn't going to work so hard to make everyone else perfect. But Most of all. He was going to tell Conner Mckinley he loved him. Weather or not he said it back didn't matter right now. What mattered was that he was going to do it. And that was that.

* You watch me, Just watch me. I'm calling And one day all will know*

Standing up, Kevin ran his fingers through his hair and tucked in his shirt. He straighted his tie and brushed off his pants. Adjusting his collar, he made his way to The Mission Center. "Alright Price. You've got this. Just say it. Just say "Elder McKinley, I love you." That's all you have to say." He softly said to himself as he grabbed the handle and pulled the rickety old wooden door open. The Missionaries were sitting around, Looking gloomy as hell. Kevin guessed that The Excommunication had really gotten to them... He could see why. It meant going home and telling their parents they'd failed. "Elder McKinley..." The tall Brunette's voice sliced through the uneasy silence like a Samurai Sword. The District Leader looked back at Kevin. His usually bright blue eyes looked Dull. His face was red and Blotchy. He'd been crying... Had it really gotten to him that much. "Could we talk... For a minute..alone?" Kevin's voice was much quieter now. Conner sniffed softly and stood, Walking to the taller teenager. "Of Course Elder Price, What can I do for you?" The redhead asked as he flashed a huge, incredibly fake Smile and grabbed the slightly younger teens hand, pulling him outside of the small Mission Center. "Conner..." Kevin quietly said when they were outside. "Drop the bright and happy shit."

"Excuse me."

"You know what I'm talking about. You aren't okay. You haven't been."

"Well you're one to talk."

"Conner.."

"Kevin." Conner folded his arms and looked away, trying not to cry again. Kevin sighed, gently pulling Conner into a hug. "Forget about that stupid church." He quietly said. "You don't need them. None of us do." He held the shorter boy close to him, smiling a little to himself when he felt Conner wrap his arms around him. "You have us." Kevin continued. "We are all always here for you. And That whole Turning it off thing is really dumb by the way." That got Conner's attention. He pulled back a bit to look up at Kevin, a look that could only be described as shock covering his features. "I'm trying this thing where I live my life by who I am and Not who a religion wants me to be. You should try it some time. Its nice." Kevin smiled down at Conner. And Conner thought he might actually die. That smile was perfection. "Kevin...?"

"Yes?"

"Are you coming out of the closet or am I totally misinterpreting this conversation?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"If I'm coming out of the closet, Will you?"

"That also depends."

"On?"

"On weather or not I can kiss you." Conner smirked. He wasn't being completely serious. Don't get me wrong, He wanted to Kiss Kevin. He wanted to kiss Kevin all the time. Everyday. But he didn't think Kevin liked him like that. So you can imagine his surprise when Kevin's lips smashed into His. He didn't hesitate to kiss back, wrapping his arm around Kevin's neck. "So, Do we have a deal then?" Kevin whispered, holding the shorter boy close. "I think we do, Kevin."

* You watch me, Just watch me. I'm calling. I'm calling And one day all will know.*