"Dad no, I won't go this time." Ryan huffed but he grabbed his keys anyway, knowing his dad won't change his word.
"Ryan look, you're just going to check on the church and come back." Ryan's father, who owns the church, sighed, he pinched the bridge of his nose trying not to flip off. "Just go."
"Fine dad, whatever you say. I hope my car freaking loses it's shit on the snowy, slippery road and I'd die instead of entering church where 'god' probably wants to burn me alive right there." Ryan stormed out of the door after his voice had cracked several times. You see, he's not really that tough guy he's trying to be, but he can dream.
It was cold outside, he got a hold of whatever was in reach after slipping on the icy steps, "I take whatever I said back. I don't want to die." He whispered to himself. The sudden slip gave him a heart attack. His heart beats weren't steady.
Ryan sat down in the warmth of his car, he pushed his hands between his thighs where he thought is warmer. "Jesus Christ, it's not my fault dad owns a church. Now I'll have to freeze my ass off while checking if everyone left the place." He mumbled, starting the car engine. Ryan had no idea why would teenage kids leave the comfort and warmth of their homes and go to church where they probably just praise Jesus or something. And also do community service since Christians are nice and stuff. He sighed dramatically, "at least when I'm done I'm just going to watch gay porn in my warm bedroom." he thought. A dumb smile spread across his face in the thought of the porno he's going to watch.
Ryan squinted his eyes at the boy next to the church as he started getting closer. He was leaning on the wall, looking at every single car that passed by, including Ryan's. He had shaggy, really dark hair. He also had a frown of disappointment on his face when he noticed Ryan's face. "Really? Even strangers aren't glad to see me." Ryan rolled his eyes as he got out of his car.
"Alright kiddo, time to leave." Ryan said in a monotone voice as he cracked his knuckles. He crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side with a blank expression on his face. "Pansy, I'm talking to you" He raised his voice.
"M-me? I'm so sorry sir, I'm just waiting for my mother to pick me up. And I'm not a pansy" He looked up at Ryan with his nervous chocolaty eyes. He had an innocent look on his face compared to his age he's probably fourteen, thought Ryan. "I see, how old are you anyway?" Ryan's eyes trailed off staring at the boy in front of him, more like checking him out. "Sixteen. Oh and my name is Brendon."
"Brendon, that's a nice name Brendon. I'm Ryan, seventeen" Ryan shoved his hands into his pockets. They both said nothing and it felt as if the coldness got more bitter as they stayed silent. Ryan didn't want to wait until the kid's mom shows up and he can't just leave him and head to his car. He's sometimes a dick, but he's a real sweetheart.
"Mormon boy, wanna get in my car?" Ryan motioned to his parked car besides them. Brendon looked up at Ryan through knotted eyebrows. "I'm not sure, sir. Mother told me not to get into strangers' cars." Ryan let out a breathy chuckle that turned into a small cloud of fog, seconds later, he was laughing a bit louder. "Look, mormon boy, I'm no pedophile okay? I'm just a new friend. And uh quit calling me sir, it's Ryan." He placed his hand on Brendon's shoulder, taking him to his car. "At least it's warmer in my car. I'm afraid you might catch a cold."
"Why are you nice to me, Mr. Ryan?" He sat quietly in the passenger seat, he was obviously nervous, Ryan could tell. "For the love of Christ, Brendon, just call me Ryan okay? I swear it's fine. And why wouldn't I be nice to you, mormon boy?" Ryan started the engine and turned on the car's heater. Brendon stopped rubbing his hands together when the car finally got warmer. "Uh I don't know, Ryan, being a 'mormon' isn't 'in', and I get really bothered about it at school. I'm not sure, s- Ryan, but I've never experienced anything wrong that kids nowadays do, you know?"
