The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

Sunday School

Hey guys! So I created a not very thorough schedule. I'm going to try to update 1-3 times a week, but no promises. Remember how I suck at writing? Also, if you didn't know, "Sean" is pronounced like "Shawn". I know that people have messed up names in the past because of how they're spelled (e.g. Hermione). Anyways, have a good read, stay alive, get some sleep, stay hydrated.

I know what you're thinking, "Scott, why go to church when you don't believe in god? Your parents are gone you could just skip it." Yes I know, but you don't know my parents like I do. As soon as they would get back they would ask me if I went to church on Sunday, I'm not a good liar. However, in the instance I did manage to lie, they would call the church to make sure, which wouldnt end well. They're really paranoid about everything, and they overreact like crazy. I mean, they kicked my sister out when they found her smoking "the devil's lettuce". Which is why i cant tell them about anything. I can't tell them about the constant, almost daily beatings, or the hunting knife I use when I'm feeling insecure, or the side of my pillow that's specifically for tears, or the pack of cancer sticks I keep in my backpack, or that time I was almost raped, or the fact that I might be into boys, I can't tell them about any of it.

"Oh, so who is this Scott?" Asks Joseph, a dad who's a regular around here. He has greasy brown hair that's covered in gel so it can stay back, hazelnut eyes, and tanned skin from being outside all of the time. He was born into Christianity, but the family married into isn't very Christian at all. His daughter, Hope, not even in the slightest. But he still drags them down here every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Sunday. He comes every day that he can.

"U-um, this is S-sean" I fucking stutter.

"Hello Sean, and god bless you" he says, grabbing both of Sean's hands in his.

"Hi, what was your name?"

"Oh how rude of me, my name is Joseph"

"Okay, god bless you Joseph" then Joseph thanks him, they talk about church and God and Jesus, then somehow roll into a conversation about football? I can't take anymore standing around and listening to this useless conversation.

"We r-really should be going" I say through my teeth at the two, tugging at the sleeve of Sean's tomato red v-neck. They both look at me like their children, wanting to stay at their friends house instead of going home. I explain that I'm hungry and that there's free breakfast here. He finally gives in and ends his conversation.

"Is there actually free breakfast here?"

"If by breakfast you mean black coffee and store bought cookies" I say trying to hold in a laugh. He sighs and groans.

"I'm not even hungry" I explain.

"That doesn't mean I'm not!" He whines, I can't hold it in anymore, I burst out in laughter. I'll just buy him breakfast when this is done. I grab one of the chocolate chip cookies and shove it in Sean's babbling mouth, which works. He grabs the cookie and eats the rest, making a joyful face at the cookie that seemed delicious at the time apparently.

"Oh my lord, this is delicious. You need to try it" he says, trying to jam it in my closed mouth. I push it away playfully, god he's so annoying(ly adorable).

"Sean! Cut it out, I told you I'm not hungry!" I chirp through giggles.

"Come on Scottie, you're so tiny, thin, you need to eat!" He's practically climbing on me. We're acting as if we're not in public, how we would act if we we're alone together. Which isn't the best way to act in a house of god.

"Hey! You two boys knock it off!" I hear a forced raspy voice. Sean jumps off immediately, scratching the back of his head and turning red.

"I-I'm sorry w-we aren't-"

"Hope, stop teasing him" I interrupt, chuckling at the small sixteen year old. Sean immediately turns to us puzzled.

"Sorry, it was just too easy" she chokes out a laugh "Come on Scottie, get your boyfriend and let's go"

"Hey! Y'know we're not-"

"Sure" Hope states mockingly, raising her eyebrows. "Let's go!" Hope wraps her arm around my shoulder and drags me to the cathedral. I grab Sean's shoulder and attempt to wrap my arm around his large frame, but fail miserably. He mockingly rolls his eyes at my short height, and instead wraps his arm around my shoulder.

We all walk in the cathedral together, arms tangled and bodies nearly touching. The room is dimly lit, and it's massive compared to some churches. The pews are almost full, the only empty one in the back. The back pew is always empty. Whch makes sense, considering its never equipped with the bible, no one can hear or see from back here, and it's been beaten up by angsty teens like me. Hope sits in her usual spot in the back pew, the chains on her jeans rattling, and her used purple converse makong thee way onto the pew in front of her. I sit next to her, dragging Sean with me.

The priest begins by reading from the Bible, god knows what page. Hope turns to us and explains the plan of what me and her usually do during church. Sean seems confused but nods anyways.

"You may now bow your heads to pray" states the priest, that's our queue. As quickly and quietly as we can, we rush to the side door. I'm assuming no one heard us, the door that we went through was the quietest one in the whole room. The only thing I think they could hear was Hope's chains, which most have grown used to.

We step out the door and find our way to "The Spot". " The Spot" is placed in the attic of the church, possibly the creepiest place ever. To get there you have to go behind the curtains of the stage, which just so happens to be in the cathedral. So, again, we walk quickly and quietly. Once across the stage, through the hall of the dressing rooms, you get to a ladder, a secret ladder at that. It's behind a curtain, and the paper sign connected be a piece of scotch tape reads "DO NOT TOUCH". Me and Hope found it this way.

One day, as we were forced to do tech for a Christmas play, we decided to instead roam around behind the scenes. We saw the curtain and the sign, fueling our curiosity. We climbed up the ladder and instantly found havoc.

We climb up the ladder, Sean close behind me. It's nice to see someone else tense instead of me. We reach the top and already see the whole gang.

"A ouija board, really guys?" She question's the agnostic's who are shushing her for "disturbing the spirits". The room is dark today, considering the ouija board players have taken all the candles, and covered up the only window with a dusty cloth. We walk over to our usual spot next to the rest that don't have a religion.

"Who's your boyfriend Scott?" Asks a deep, buttery voice that I only assume to be Carlisle's. Carlisle is a fourteen year old, who astonishes me on how mature he sounds. Today he's hiding three quarters of his head in a black beanie, and showing off his muscles in a skin tight, black long sleeve.

I feel Sean drop my hand at the statement, which leads me to realize I've been holding it.

"W-we aren-"

"His name is Sean" I interrupt, not wanting him to speak another word.

"Sean! Like that YouTuber! Ugh, Jacksepticeye!" Chirps a small voice that I know to be Bonnie, the youngest at 13, almost 14. She used to have ginger hair, until she dyed it's natural color away. One half of her head dyed pastel pink, while the other half black. Today they're up in two large ponytails tied off in black and pink bows. She has the most Melanie-esque look I have ever seen.

"Sean, was it?" Hope sarcastically states.

"Yeah, and what's yours again?" Sean asks, with a sense of actually not caring.

"Sean, I would like you to meet Hope" I wrap my arm around her. "My wife"