one caress + brendon/josh/tyler

six.

It's quiet as Brendon slowly buttons up his shirt. 

This shirt is baby blue, unlike his stark white work shirts. He's wearing his church pants too, nice black slacks very similar to his work pants. 

All Brendon ever wears are fancy things. Put-together things. Only after church when he's finally home alone does he have the chance to change into comfortable clothes. Working every weekday and then going to church on Sundays doesn't really allow for much diversity in his wardrobe. 

It's nine a.m. Brendon had to look it up because he wasn't really sure where he was supposed to go, but he'll pull up google maps or something for directions. It's six a.m in Las Vegas right now, meaning his mother and father are going to be up within the next hour to get ready for church too. Church always begins at 9:30 a.m for them, at the church Brendon went to his entire life, up until this past week.

Brendon feels strangely guilty for not being able to go next week. Having gone every single Sunday of his life, and on Easter and Christmas, makes not going to church feel almost wrong to Brendon. Even if he may be struggling in his faith. Though he would never admit that to his mother. He isn't even sure how he managed to admit it to Ryan that Sunday afternoon a couple of weeks ago. 

He puts on the heavy gold cross necklace. It's extremely light, but also so heavy at the same time. Brendon also won't admit that he feels strangely wrong wearing it. 

This new church starts at 10 a.m and goes until 11. It's a lot shorter than his home church, which usually lasted at least two hours, but people in Columbus must be busy people, and may not have as much time to worship God in groups. Maybe on their own, because Brendon knows a lot of people label themselves as Christian but don't go to church. 

Brendon knows that he doesn't need to actually go to church to call himself a devoted CHristian, but is he really devoted?

So, so many little things his parents managed to ingrain into his head when he was younger - don't sin, go to church every Sunday, worship God, and love thy neighbor. All that stuff that Brendon still believes for the most part.

Brendon slips on his church shoes. Again, very similar to his work shoes, except not black. These ones are more of a brownish-tan, and have more of a suede feeling. His work shoes are black and shiny. 

He can't think of anything else he needs for church, except maybe slicking his hair back a little to keep it out of his face. He really is in the need of a haircut, if not just a little trim. Locking up his apartment, he runs into Jenna, which really isn't that hard to do because she's right across from him. 

She's wearing a pink sundress with sunflowers all over it. "Good morning, Brendon," she says, her hair curled around her shoulders. The morning light is shining on her beautifully. 

"Morning, Jenna," Brendon smiles back. "Where are you heading off to?"

Jenna shuffles around in her small purse for her keys, locking her front door, mirroring Brendon. "Church. You?"

"Church," Brendon breathes. Jenna lights up almost immediately, putting a hand on Brendon's arm excitedly. "Which one are you going to? Oh, you might be going to my same church!"

"I'm not really sure the name of it," Brendon admits sheepishly, doing his best to hide his discomfort at the thought of actually going. He's already gone this far, locking his front door, so he can't really back out now that Jenna has gotten so excited. 

"Well, I didn't see you last Sunday, but I'm sure you're probably thinking of the same one I am. I can take you, or you could just follow me since I know how to get there."