Michael's alarm clock went off at 5:30am, precisely when he wanted it to. He stood, stretching his long arms above his head, then headed to the shower to wash away the memories of the previous night.
It hadn't been a very good one, by Michael's standards. He had gone to a party, gotten drunk, and probably had a one night stand with a local college girl. By the standards of most men Michael's age, that would have been a great night, but Michael was different. He rather despised this common set of events, and it made him feel dirty afterwards.
Michael turned the water as hot as his pale skin could stand then got in, slowly making the water hotter as he adjusted to it. At the end of his shower, the water was as hot as the shower allowed, and Michael was nearly as red as his hair. The color was fading, though, which he was displeased with. He would buy new hair dye on his way home, he decided.
Generally, Sunday morning would consist of Church and brunch with his parents afterwards, but Michael was sick of that. He loved the cause of Church, but not the act. He just didn't belong in a place like that. The past three Sunday's had held various adventures to find true meaning to Michael's life, all three pointless and uneventful. Today, though, Michael was sure he was going to discover what he was looking for that he never obtained from church.
Michael got dressed quickly after rubbing some soothing Aloe Vera gel and lotion onto his tender skin. Normally, he would wear dark skinny jeans, a band t-shirt, and thick boots, but today he didn't feel like that would be proper attire for what he was planning on doing. Instead, he pulled a plain white t-shirt over his head, and a pair of light blue jeans. No socks, just his pair of Vans.
Michael decided to skip breakfast. He would grab something on the road. He gathered up everything he would need for the day- a twenty dollar bill and his acoustic guitar. No phone, no ID, nothing else but the clothes on his back and his gorgeous instrument.
Today, Michael was going to find his own Jesus.
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Sacrilegious
Fanfiction//Sunday morning, wake up early, skip church service to find my Jesus. I know it sounds so sacrilegious, but I just don't belong in a place like that.\\ in which he's looking for true meaning and she disapproves of his smoking.
