I Follow Jesus

Chapter 2~Jesus Has A Confession

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Jesus hit his sack one more time before leaving the room with a little perspiration. He had to have a shower before the others woke up, he can’t show them all the hard fitness and training he does to not perspire. You see, today was a big day for Jesus, he would finally come out to the boys that his ambition was to be a dance teacher and he wanted to set up his own dancing school. He was a little nervous this morning when he woke up because he thinks that his ambitions are a little girly and Jesus is NOT girly. Although he did like to brush his hair 100 times every night.

After Jesus finished his shower and had got dressed back into his robes (with his dance gear on underneath of course) he went over to the room which the five boys shared. He knocked quietly on the door, he did not hear anything and proceeded to bash down the door.

“Morning Boys!” he shouted at them.

They all jumped and Lois fell out of bed, his curls falling around his head. They groaned as they looked up to Jesus as he stared back down to them.

“It’s time for breakfast,” was all he said as he turned on his heel and walked back out the now arch in the wall. The boys looked at each other confused about what had just happened and that their door was on the ground, something they’d have to fix later. They got up and threw on some decent looking clothes as they walked to the kitchen where Jesus was cooking… pasta?

“Uh, Jesus, you know it’s breakfast time right?” Lois asked arranging his chocolate locks on his head.

“Eat what your given,” Jesus scowled before turning back to the pot of boiling pasta.

“But Jesus, you have to take the pasta out of the packet before you can cook it,” Liam said adjusting his suspenders.

“And also, why do you have enough to feed fifty thousand people?” Zayn asked in his broad Irish accent.

Jesus looked from the cooking pot to the boys and back to the cooking pot. He just gave out a small sigh and realised they were right, maybe the nerves of telling them his dreams was getting to him.

Niall walked over to the stove and patted Jesus on the back.

“We all have those mornings mate,” he encouraged and took over the cooking of the pasta, first removing the packaging.

Jesus walked over to the table where the other boys sat and put his head in his hands. He let out a small sob and the boys just stared at him. Why was he like this? He was always so strong and leader like, well in the few hours they had known him, and now he is breaking down in front of us.

“Are you alright?” Liam asked concerned.

“Yes why wouldn’t I be?” Jesus snapped back and the boys all became very shocked.

Niall came cautiously over to the table with six bowls of steaming hot spaghetti bolognaise and placed each one down on the table. He took his seat next to Harry and they all looked at Jesus waiting for him to allow them to start. But he had already started with sauce splashing onto the placemat and spaghetti being tossed about as he took another spoonful up to his mouth. Jesus looked up as he realised he was being stared at.

“I’m being a little weird this morning aren’t I?” he asked them. They all just nodded as Jesus sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time this morning. I mean like seriously, breathe normal, it might do you good.