I'm Back Bitches

It is twelve in the morning and I wrote this whole chapter but it didn't save so 

I guess I'll rewrite it.

Previously- Steph got kicked out of her house, they decided to have bacon for supper, and Jimmy told Steph that Kelen works for his father and was practically homeless.

There's lots of things I believe in this world.

I believe bacon is an acceptable supper.

I believe you can never watch too much netflix.

But there's also things that are so outrageous it is too unbelievable.

Like how Santa flies a sleigh all the way around the world in one night,

or how some people like Donald Trump.

Kelen-- the self proclaimed jokester/playboy being homeless falls into the second category.

After finding out the news I was shocked. Kelen ran into his room and didn't come out the rest of the night. 

I decided to give him his space and watch a movie involving minions with Jimmy. 

"Jimmy, could you tell me more about Kelen?" I ask.

"I don't know, he seemed mad that I told you about him before." He pinched his face together.

"I'll let you have some ice cream." Jimmy's face lights up and spills out everything he knows.

Apparently Kelen isn't necessarily homeless. He had a home and decide to run away, Jimmy didn't know why. He has been living with this family for five years, the same amount of time that he's been going to my school. Jimmy also stated irrelevant stuff like how Kelen always takes girls home, and how he likes me better than the one last weekend. 

I give Jimmy his well-deserved ice cream and send him off to bed, deciding to go to sleep myself.

~

I wake up to that little boy jumping on my bed.

"Jimmy it's like nine in the morning." I state burying my face in my pillow.

"But it's Sunday! Daddy always says never miss church! I want you to come!"

I groan, changing into a decent looking outfit and walking downstairs to see Kelen the the door avoiding eye-contact as soon as he sees me. "Good morning" I say, but he only rolls his eyes.

"Let's go!" Jimmy yells out. I've never seen a kid so anxious to go sit for an hour listening to someone talk.

Kelen opens the door for Jimmy and walks out letting the door close in front of my face. I pause for a second, confused by his sudden behavior, then hear a horn honking outside. I walk outside to see Kelen in the drivers side and Jimmy in the passengers. I don't even think he's old enough to be up there but I get into the back anyway.

The ride there can be described in one work. Awkward. Every time I tried to make conversation Kelen would blast his music, muffling out my voice.

We finally reach the church, getting a few glares from elderly people that probably don't approve of blasting Panic! at the Disco, I Write Sins Not Tragedies through the speakers.

Walking inside I'm taken aback by the beauty of the sun shining through the stained glass windows. "What, you've never been in a church before?" Kelen grumbles

"Actually, no, I haven't. My father doesn't believe in this stuff." He doesn't seem to care because when I look over at him he's already sitting in a pew with Jimmy, who's (as usual) bouncing up and down. I join them, however, when I sit down Kelen gets up and switches places with Jimmy so he won't have to sit by me.

~

When the service starts I can see why Jimmy was so excited. This church is actually fun. They have a band playing and disco lights, it resembles a party, just with no drinking and the songs are gospels.

I never took Kelen as "churchy" but when I look over at him I see him mumbling all the lyrics to the songs under his breath. 

The rest of the service was spent getting Jimmy to settle down. That part was unsuccessful.

 ~

The ride home was just like the ride there.

I'm starting to realize what's going on. Kelen must be very ashamed of not being perfect. Maybe being mean to me helps him feel better about himself. Especially now that he knows that I'm aware of his "situation".

My theory is confirmed when Kelen stops me from getting out of the car. I watch Jimmy skip into the house before looking back to Kelen.

"I don't think you should stay here anymore." He says, still not making eye contact. Maybe he feels ashamed for saying it, but he doesn't let off that vibe.

"Are you serious right now, I have nowhere to go!" I knit my eyebrows together.

"Unbelievably."

"You're literally the reason I got kicked out of my house." I glare at him even though he isn't looking.

"God Steph you never take the blame for anything. Maybe your parents didn't want you because you aren't good enough for them."

With that I storm out of the car and into the house. I go upstairs, grab my things, and come back down to see a note on the door with a twenty dollar bill taped to it, "Money for taxi" the top of the note reads. Then my eyes slide down to the bottom where I read something that makes my blood boil to the core, 

"And if you tell anyone about anything Jimmy said you'll regret it, you f*cking nerd."

I rip the twenty along with the note off the door and stuff them into my pocket, then I leave the house

also leaving behind a bipolar moody asshole.

(Hope you enjoyed this cheesy cliche short chapter. It was longer but the first version never saved so I redid it but it ended up shorter. Comment ideas for the story if you like. I could use all the help I can get.)