Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

Every breath you take- the police.

Somebody save me! Good lord! I am begging! Why is my brother actually stupid!?

His hands were tightly gripped on my shirt, kissing me with his eyebrows knitted. "Wait what lesson do we have?" He asked, frowning again.

I think it was because he said lesson but also, he just really loves to frown. "Maths I think."

"Oh, so we can be late?" I tilted my head, watching him smile at me wider. "I'm kidding." He wasn't. "You're a liar."

"I know. I feel no shame about it." I heard him before I saw him. Johnny just fucking yells all the fucking time. He does it on purpose to make me jump. "What's up fuckers."

"Do you have to do that every time?" He nodded. Smiling at us with evil intentions. "You know that if you get sen even once then you're screwed right?"

"Why the fuck do you think we're here Johnny?" Johnny scoffs at Daniel. "Good lord. Why are you such a sulky sally today. Are her kisses not healing enough for you?"

"Did somebody follow you in here?" I asked. He hums, tapping his chin. "I believe no. But also, I have only two eyes and my ears don't work so I really have no clue. If the lord see it fit then you will be found."

"Right well he can fuck off." Never seen somebody get so offended for somebody else. "There's no way it's a dude. It has to be some like- essence or something. Like a cloud. Also it would not be a man because no man would ever create such a beautiful thing such as flowers."

"Says who?" I pointed at my face, pouting. "Me, just then. God wouldn't do all of this and let it go on."

"She's having, this conversation with you." I pushed Daniel away. "Shut up. Listen I'm not saying that your beliefs are wrong. I'm not saying god is a bad thing. Im saying that I personally, me, after all the shit that I've been through, after all the prayers I've tried. I do not believe. I, Imogene Claire Parks, do not believe in god for my own personal reasons. If god was a good person I wouldn't have to sit like a moron and I would be able to go into a closest without having a panic attack."

I let out a huff. "If you believe god is good for you, then god is good for you. Everybody is different and I am not going to be the Debby downer that ruins that for you."

"Probably the only conversation he'll ever have about this where he feels comfortable saying okay." Johnny looked a little bit more worried than he usually does. "This doesn't mean that everything you know is wrong. Just because I have a different life. Does not make yours wrong. Believing in god is not wrong, don't panic over this and start worrying he's not real."

He nodded, a slight smile on his face as he picks at his nails. "Oh shit I was right? Seriously? You don't have anything to add?"

"She's right. I mean I've spent my whole life with my mother telling me exactly what to say when people don't believe. It's weird. Knowing that at 11 years old I was begging people to accept him and he'll save you. Oh god am I a terrible person?"

"For wanting to help people? Johnny you've got it twisted. God. Is. Not. Bad. It's the people that use god in every situation they're in to make themselves sound better. Like that guy the other day with the song. He didn't know god personally but he knows that those signs piss people off. Why would god hate somebody for loving? Why would god ever want to hurt somebody because they want to love somebody else?"

"What if I grow out of it? What if I get older and don't pray or I say something stupid? What if I get older and I don't want to believe anymore?"

"I myself, am not religious but my mother was. She always said that god sees everybody as his children. You being scared of growing out of that proves you care, it proves you wouldn't grow out of it."

"What if I have kids? What if they don't want to be religious? I can't stop them but a little part of me hates the idea."

"You've spent your whole life religious, there's absolutely going to be apart of you that hates the idea of not having family be religious. But it's not- your choice, just the same as how it's not their choice for you to not be religious. You know?"

"I guess. Do you think my mom will hate me? For, being the way I am." He sounded like a scared little kid. I felt awful. "You can say gay. It's not a bad word. You haven't changed, Johnny. You are the exact same person that you were. You just know something new. Don't be scared to be somebody you want to be, just because somebody else doesn't want it. She won't hate you, but if she does. That is not your fault, or your problem."

"She's my mom." He choked out. "Then she will love you. You want to tell her?" He nodded. "Then tell her. She loves you more than you know I promise you that much. Either that or she already knows. Mums always know."

"Will you go with me?" He asked quickly. "Yeah. Of course. I'll be right there."

"I've never seen a conversation on that topic go so well. How did you just do that?" I shrugged. "I always thought people were so cool. It sounds so unbelievably cringy, but people are cool. They have their beliefs and they have their hobbies, they love certain people, they like others. People are interesting to me."

"Maybe she is an angel." Johnny said. "Right?" Daniel says loudly. "Sorry. I just, I know what I'm saying sometimes. Plus look at her."

Awkwardly turning to Johnny I watched his smile widen. "You really are your mother you know. Clark talks about her all the time. He's got so many pictures."

"My mum?" Weirdly enough, none other than Clark barged through the locker room door. "You're back!" I yelled, running at him with my hug at the ready. "Hi. Oh god I missed you so much. I'm sorry I didn't get back sooner."