"Maxwell."
Hm?
"Maxwell, wake up."
"Huh? Jesus?"
"Yup."
"What time is it?" I asked while sitting up.
Jesus gave me a pained look, "8:30."
"I came here at 1:00."
"I know."
"I fell asleep around....5 ish?"
"I know."
I slumped backwards in my seat and looked up at the pictures.
"You hungry?" He asked me.
"Yeah. I probably need to get home, though. No Denny's."
"I'll come with you." Jesus said.
I looked at him. "To my house?"
"Yup."
Honestly, if I were a little more awake, I would've questioned it, but I didn't. "You'll have to walk."
"I can walk."
"Okay. Let's go."
We walked to my house. My aunt was passed out on the couch surrounded by beer bottles. I knew Jesus took note of this and it deeply embarrassed me.
"Sorry," I said.
"It's okay. No problem."
I turned the stove on and began to get out some pans for pasta.
"Pasta?" Jesus asked.
"That okay?"
"Sure. It's your house, make what you want."
So, I did. In silence, I cooked the pasta and when I had finished, I had fixed up two plates for us.
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"You know, Maxwell. Apart of building a relationship with God is talking to him?" We sat at the dinner table eating pasta.
"I don't really have anything to talk about, sorry. I'm exhausted."
"Understandable. I think your aunt is awake."
She was. Uh-oh. There was a random homeless man eating pasta with me at the dinner table. She walked into the kitchen. "Who's this?" She asked.
"Just a friend," I responded.
"Well, hello. Go get me a plate, Max." She spoke.
I stared at Jesus and shrugged. He smiled. I left to grab another plate for my aunt. When I returned, I found my Aunt Mary and Jesus talking about God and my mother.
How on earth did this happen?
"Here," I said as I handed her the plate. She took it and began to eat.
I sat back down, and Jesus said, "Max, did you know your aunt has a bible name?"
The two of them waited for a response. "Um, yeah. I did. I figured that out a week ago."
Jesus smiled. "Ally, was it?"
"Exactly."
"Ally?" My aunt asked. "A girlfriend?"
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The Chapel
General FictionMaxwell, a teenager in a world of hurt, discovers that something greater is taking place than what meets the eye in his own homelife, school, and neighborhood. He and his new friends team up with a stranger to fix up the old Chapel building near his...