Lucky Religion -McLennon Religious Cult AU-

All About The Boy Who Came To Stay

Paul's POV:

John. John Lennon was his name. He was new to our little group. He had slicked back hair, a leather jacket, and lingered of cigarette smoke. Everything about him screamed that he was a dirty sinner, and much more, a nonbeliever. I wouldn't have been surprised if he was possessed by the devil himself.

But he was John, and John was a beautiful sinner.

He joined us on a Sunday. The weather was nice and sunny. Every ray of sunshine hit the stained glass windows and made pretty patterns on the floor of the chapel. Some of the red light covered John. He was standing in front of a window with glass roses. It highlighted him. That's how he stood out in the crowd to me, not that he didn't stick out on his own.

The lady he stood with had been part of our church for as long as I can remember. I figured either John was adopted, or she was some sort of close relative. I was right in both ways.

I could care less about her though. It was John who was interesting. The day's sermon was on staying focused on the Lord despite temptation from sin. I could tell John was a sin, because he was very distracting. I just kept wanting to stare at him. Never before had I seen anyone like him. He seemed scary.

Hell was scarier though, and I kept reminding myself that throughout the service. I was saved. I couldn't lose my place in Heaven over a distraction as simple as a new member of the church. No, I had to pay attention. I didn't want John to see me staring either. He'd lose his focus too, and then both of us would be damned -not that I had much hope for him anyways.

I hoped he received the holy word that day. He bowed his head and prayed with us all. I don't think he believed it much though. Or maybe he did. I didn't like to judge books by their covers, but John seemed like a different story.

Especially since after service he seemed quite eager to slip outside to smoke a cigarette. I shouldn't have been so eager to go outside and speak with him, but I was curious, and perhaps a bit too friendly. Before going out I grabbed a devotional and a Bible. I figured he'd like them as a welcome gift.

I walked up to him. He had a cigarette in between his lips, and his hands shoved in his pockets. He looked like somebody who wanted to be left alone. I couldn't have left him alone.

"Hullo, I'm Paul. I noticed you're new here, y'know. I would like to extend the offer to come to youth group if y'like. It's Sunday and Wednesday nights at four thirty."

He pulled the cigarette out from between his lips. "I'll pass. I'm just here with me aunt Mimi for a while."

"Oh but it's great fun. We have snacks. And we get to know the Lord. Sometimes we play board games too, y'know."

He laughed at me. He laughed in my face. I felt ashamed for it, but I did nothing wrong. A deep pang of guilt struck me when he chuckled, "Fag," and flicked the ash from his cigarette. He then placed it back in between his lips.

"I'm not a fag," I growled, "I would never. Leviticus-"

He pulled the cigarette out from between his lips again. "I know it. Save it, princess."

He then smiled at me and said, "M'name's Lennon. John Lennon."

I was good natured, so I smiled back and said, "Well I'm glad you at least know a little bit of the good word. I'd like ya to have these." I handed him the Bible and the devotional. "They're for you. And maybe if you read them you could come to youth group and we'll talk about it... Or if you'd like to do a small group Bible study I'm sure my friend George would be willing to join us."

John wiggled his eyebrows at me. "You don't do one on one? Oh it could be more fun with both you and your friend."

"I know what you're implying. I'm not stupid. That's disgusting."

John put the cigarette back in between his lips. He took two drags of it before asking, "Have you tried it before?"

I slammed the Bible and the devotional in his hands. "No, no, no. The Lord says-"

John walked his fingers up my chest, up my neck, and to my lips. He placed one over my lips. "Shh," he whispered, "I don't give a fuck about what your god says. I want to know what you say, Paulie."

I ran from him. It was an awful thing to do, but I needed help to save that sinner.