If only you knew

Im not religious at all

Moles POV

Well this will be very interesting.
"Should I start from ze beginning?" I ask knowing what his answer will be.
He nods and clearly wants to know for some reason.
Well I do want him to know, he should know my story before getting to know me more.

"From a young age I have never been religions it's not zat I don't believe in god or the devil it's just zat I hate god I guess." Gregory looks confused. "I just always feel az though god is always screwing with me." I explain.

"Anyway  one day ze principal thought it would be a good idea to talk about all of ze people who would be sent to hell." I start.
"It was along the lines of goths, sinners, criminals, homosexuals, people who did wrong by god, people who cursed god you get ze idea." Gregory nods understandingly.
"Through zat whole assembly I could feel everyone's eyes on me including the teachers and it felt as though the principal directing things at me." I sigh. Gregory looks sympathetic. It's nice to know that he sort of cares I guess.

"So I decided zat if the principle was already judging me and singling me out I might as well take things to a more extreme level." I have a smirk on my face as I remember what happened.
"So what did you do?" Asked Gregory.
I smile and he can already tell that I did something bad.
"The next day I did ze only reasonable thing. Seeing as he vas already against me I decided that I'd be even 'worse' by his definition." This is the bit I was waiting for.

"I brought to school all different colour spray paints, cigarettes, a speaker and the most eye catching thing was what I wore."
I pause for a moment and he looks expectantly.
"Pink nail varnish, a black tank top with a rainbow coloured middle finger, white ripped jeans and some cool shades oh and a cigarette in hand."
Gregory gasps and his mouth is hanging open.
"Honestly colours aren't my thing but at least I got a great reaction from ze principal. Oh I also spray painted 'god is a hater and a mother fucker' on the wall in red. Along with painting the 'holy bench' rainbow." I laugh at the flashback.

"No way your kidding."
"Nope I also blasted death metal through ze speakers." I chuckle.
"You know your more cool than I thought you were."
"Ehem I am very cool even cooler zan you think I am now probably." I say knowingly.
"Whatever." He mumbles.
"I heard zat."

Gregory's POV

Huh this guy isn't at all as I perceived at first. I'm glad I thought he'd be cold and rude but not so much.
I can't believe what he told me but that at least proves that he's not homophobic. Not that it really matters to me. I'm not gay I'm a supporter but not gay.

"Why do you carry that shovel?" I ask.
"I could ask why you carry zat cutlass."
"Ok I'll answer first because you've already answered one of my questions."
I say trying to be reasonable.

"I carry this because it's my weapon of choice. I've been using a cutlass ever since I was 6. My dad used to practice with me before he was killed in battle. Oh his own ship might I add. I guess using it makes me feel more connected to him. This precise one has been passed down in my family for generations". Talking about my father used to always make me upset but now I've learnt to live with it.

He died a hero and that's the way he wanted to go. He wouldn't want me to cry over him as he would always tell me that tears aren't worth it.

Mole pats me on the back as a reassuring gesture and it's soothing in a way.
"So why do you carry the shovel?" I ask instead of getting caught up in this moment.

"Well I've had this since I was 10 it was my grandmas. Before she passed away I had my own but she gave this to me on her death bed so I thought zat it was only right for me to use this one." He explains.
"She used to say zat I was like an exact replica of her since she loved to dig holes and she hated dogs along with her obsession with ze colour black " He says with a smile.

"Guess we both have origin story's for our stuff." I say while tracing my finger along my cutlass. I could've added more to my story but he doesn't need to know everything.....yet.
"Guess we do." Mole smiles lightly.
"Mines better." I say ruining this moment.
"No mine is." He argues.
"No haven't you watched all the movies when a dad passes on a talent or skill to his kid those are better."

"Non it's much more emotional when an elderly person gives something to a close relative on zeir death bed."

*time skip 1 hour

"But it's so much more moving when a war hero doesn't come home to a child." This argument is going on forever.
"But old people are more sad."
I snigger.
"Ok can we agree that both stories are equally tragic and would make for good origin stories."
"Fine." He puts a hand out to shake on it and I comply.

For the short 5 seconds that our hands were connected I felt something.
It was a spark I can't explain it.
"You do know that we've only got one lesson left today we've been sitting here for like an hour."
"So what."
"Come on you need to attend at least one lesson. We have all classes together and you are not going to ruin my education."
"Ok I'll go what is it."

I look at my timetable and god damn it.
"French"
"Yesssss the one thing I'm good at." Mole cheers.
"And one of the many lessons I'm shit at." I grumble.
"Aww don't worry Gregory you can't be zat bad."
"Oh really. I didn't understand a word you were saying when I first met you and you honestly say that not to bad. "
"Fine zen you are bad but don't worry."

We walk to the french room.
This is my version of hell. I hate this lesson the most. Which is why I didn't really like mole talking to me in french after I knew that he could speak English.
I've always been bad at understand anything that isn't English. It's a family thing.
I guess I just can't pick up languages just like mole hasn't picked up a different accent.
Well this is gonna go to shit.
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