Meet Jackson Roberts. Cool, good looking, and captain of the football team, he's the cliché boy everybody knows. Enter Evangeline Morris, AKA Eva. She hates Jackson with a burning passion; he didn't know she existed until Beth, Eva's best friend, ki...
Ok, I AM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER BUT SCHOOL SUCKS ASS SO THANK YOU FOR STAYING WITH ME! Thanks so much for the sweet comments u guys!!! Let me know if there is any confusion as to what's happening in the plot. It kinda sucks, but hey, I try. Luv ya BISHES!!! XOX, M. PS: if you don't already know this, FML stands for "fuck my life" and FMLRN is "fuck my life right now". ~~~ Eva's POV On Sunday, I got up and took a shower at 8 am. Early, I know, but church started at 9:30, and I had to look somewhat presentable. I had convinced (forced) Jackson to sleep on the floor. Sucks for him. I got dressed in my closet so he didn't see me.
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Surprisingly, when I walked out of my closet, I saw that Jackson was still asleep. I should probably wake him up...or not. Nah, I'll let him sleep. Mwah ha ha. Walking out of my room, I saw that Will was messing with his hair in the bathroom, the door wide open. Gen was, by the sound of it, FaceTiming a friend, trying to figure out what to wear.
"Eva!" Will called.
"What's up?"
"Where's Jackson?"
"I dunno..." I lied, wincing as my voice went up an octave. That always happened when I lied.
Will sighed. "Go wake him up."
"But..." I began to protest.
"Eva! Now!"
"Ok! Ok. Gosh. No need to order me around like a freaking dog!"
I trudged back into my room and nudged Jackson with my foot. The boy simply rolled over and groaned. Sexily. Daaaayyuuuummmm. Wait, what?!? Eww....!
I studied his face. I hadn't realized how tense his face always was until now. Jackson looked like a little kid, completely serene.
"Jackson?" I murmured, crouching down. I poked his cheek. "Jackson, you have to wake up."
"Why????????" he wined, his voice sending shivers up my spine. FML FML FMLRN!!! What was this guy doing to me?!?!
"It's Sunday."
"So???"
"We go to church on Sundays."
"I don't."
"This is not your house, dumbass. You don't get a say in this."
"I don't believe in God. There's no such thing."
I suddenly became extremely defensive of my religion. "So you're saying that earth was a flipping accident. You're saying that after you die, that's it? Poof?! You're just...dead?!?"
"Yes." Jackson opened his eyes, and I glared at him in disgust. "What?!?"
"I get it now."
"Huh?"
"I get it. You honestly think that you can do whatever the fuck you want, and will have the same exact results. That's why you didn't care. You didn't give a fuck when Beth died because you thought that was it." I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
"Eva, that's not-"
"Save it. We're leaving in 20 minutes, you better be ready." ~~~ Jackson's POV Eva's really passionate about her religion, and I have to respect that. So, I got up, put on a collared shirt, slacks, and nice shoes, and left with the Morrises to go to church for the first time in years. We pulled up to a small, yet beautiful building. As we walked in, Eva pointed to a large book. The cover read "Visitor's Log". I opened it and filled out a small form in the book.
Name: Jackson Roberts Age: 17 City of Residence: San Francisco, CA Have you ever attended a service at this church? No. What is the religion you were raised to practice? I hesitated to answer this. What I really wanted to do was just get the frick out of here. But I didn't.
Catholicism. Do you still practice this religion? No.
Deciding against filling out any more of the stupid sign in survey thing, I took a program from the man in the main entry and sat down beside Eva in a pew.
The service began, and the congregation stood to sing. Then there were some readings, a children's sermon, the actual sermon, and then it was time for holy communion.
I stood to go up to the altar when it was our pew's turn, but Eva stopped me. "You can't take communion if you don't believe in God!" she whispered.
"I'm confirmed. Isn't that enough?"
"How are you confirmed if you don't believe in God?!? That defeats the purpose of confirmation entirely!"
I did not want to go there. "It's complicated," I stated vaguely.
Eva rolled her eyes. "I'm sure it is." With that, she turned and was ushered up to the altar, where she knelt next to Will.
She took a wafer, placed it in her mouth slowly, then swallowed the small amount of wine she recieved in one swallow.
I had only done that once, on the day of my first communion. Not anymore, though.
Once everyone had taken communion, the Pastor announced that there was a special performance by a member of the congregation today.
"Evangeline, please come up to the front."
Eva stood and slowly walked up to the microphone.
"Good morning," she greeted. "I'm Evangeline Morris, and I wrote a song I'd like to perform, in praise to God. It's called Shout to The Lord. I'd like to encourage you all to sing along with me, the words are projected on the screen." She gestured to the screen behind her. (A/N Play the song now!!). "My Jesus, My Savior, Lord, there is none like You; All of my days I want to praise The wonders of Your mighty love.
My comfort, my shelter, Tower of refuge and strength; Let every breath, all that I am Never cease to worship You.
Shout to the Lord, all the earth, Let us sing Power and majesty, praise to the King; Mountains bow down and the seas will roar At the sound of Your name. I sing for joy at the work of Your hands, Forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand, Nothing compares to the promise I have in You.
Shout to the Lord, all the earth, Let us sing Power and majesty, praise to the King; Mountains bow down and the seas will roar At the sound of Your name. I sing for joy at the work of Your hands, Forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand, Nothing compares to the promise I have in You. Nothing compares to the promise I have Nothing compares to the promise I have in you...."
Eva finished the song and everyone applauded. Wow. She blushed and took her seat next to me.
"That was amazing," I whispered, squeezing her hand.
"Thank you," she responded quietly, but pulled her hand away from me.
My expression must've given away the feeling of disappointment I felt, because Eva pursed her lips awkwardly and focused her attention back to the pastor, who was giving a word of parting.
Why oh why do I have to act so whipped around her?! FML.
