Eddsworld Carrie AU

Chapter 11: Evening Prayers

Papa Eduardo was in one of his rare good moods, sitting right next to the radio as the reverend Matthew bless crooned out a song about Jesus.
He tapped his finger against the sofa rhythmically, then turned up the volume, a sure sign that he was enjoying himself since he never turned up music.
Eduardo was hard at work in the living room sewing up a suit jacket, while Jon sat across from him working on a project of his own.
He was threading the sleeve of an ugly dark blue sweater, a grandma sweater that would ultimately end up making him look frumpy and awkward when it was finished.
They had been silently sewing together ever since Jon finished his homework, with the occasional snack or bathroom break sparsed in between.
They had been sewing for so long it was night now, and crickets were chirping so loudly outside their windows it was no wonder papa had to turn on the radio. "Who's suit jacket is that?" Jon innocently asked, noticing what he was sewing was much too small for himself and something absolutely not his father's style.

Eduardo took the now finished jacket into his arms and inspected it for any loose threads.
"Jackie Tabolt's, she came into the laundromat today asking for someone to make some last minute alterations for her son. I think you go to school with him, his name's Paul right?" Jon's muscles tensed at the name, but he nodded regardless. "Anyways, she said she'd pay double for anyone who could get it done by tomorrow morning, and they got me to do it cause they know damn well I'm the best seamster they got. I didn't wanna take the job at first because I hate doing orders for them rich people, but lord knows we need the money." he continued, carefully putting the jacket on a wire hanger and draping a thin plastic covering on top.
The radio show was coming to an end now, with Reverend Mathew sending off the broadcast by promising that wherever you went Jesus would follow.
Jon had never seen a picture of Reverend Mathew, his face and body only existed in his imagination, but he was pretty sure the kindly grandpa he pictured in his head was probably not too far off from what he looked like in person.
The blaring church music faded out, as did the reverend's speaking voice, and papa shut the radio off the second it was over. Suddenly, the delightful chime of a doorbell rang through the house, and Jon found himself already getting up without being asked to answer it.
He expected a delivery man, a solicitor, or perhaps even a bully here to harass him, but none of those were what greeted him when he opened the door.

Matt beamed at the sight of Jon, and clasped his hands together "Hey, Jon! So this is where you live? Nice! " He exclaimed, his fiery red hair looking especially striking under their dim porch lights.
Jon was a little frightened by his presence but stepped outside, making sure to delicately shut the door so his dad wouldn't hear their conversation.
"What do you want?" He curtly asked, his annoyed and panicked tone making Matt even more nervous.
"Well I thought my proposal at the library wasn't worded the best, so I thought I'd pop on over here and shoot my shot again. Sorry it took so long, I got a little lost since I've never been to this side of town before." to tell the truth, Matt had forgotten this part of town even existed.
His parents worked in an office job doing something important that he didn't care enough to know about and they floated somewhere between richer than Edd's parents yet poorer than Tord's.
Jon, however, lived in that wonderful place some of the nastier students at Ewen decided to snidely dub "poor town", a place some one like Matt was lucky enough he'd never had to go if he didn't want to.

"I already said no." Jon said firmly.
"I know, but I thought you might change your mind. People change their minds all the time about stuff." Matt reasoned, attempting to stay positive in spite of the large knot in his stomach that was getting bigger the longer he stood on Jon's porch.
"I don't like to be tricked." he mumbled, a bit of sadness and resentment seeping into his words.
Matt looked as though he planned to say something, but Jon spoke again, cutting him off.
He clenched his fists, "Does everyone think they can keep tricking me forever? I'm not dumb, I know who you hang around with." His words carried real weight to them, the kind of weight you can only get through years of painful experience.