(Skephalo) Forgive me father for I have sinned

Father, who's that boy?

17/2/19, Sunday.
Sebring, Florida.

POV: Third Person.

Rain patted gently against the stained coloured glass, adding some character to the old church. The church was thirteen by twelve metres wide, give or take. With extra rooms held at the back for the owners. Darryl looked at his clock, 7:43 am, seventeen more minutes. He was dressed in his dull attire and all ready for Sunday church. Darryl readjusted the collar on his plain shirt, washed his face in the bathroom and grabbed his bible and cross necklace.

While he walked out into the main area of the church, he noticed the pastor and a friend of the man's talking quietly near the entrance. Darryl felt a knot in his stomach as he and his father made eye contact, Darryl never understood why he felt that way around him but he had gotten used to it, sixteen years of practice and all.
"You're later than usual, my boy." Darryl could hear the venom seeping through the older mans teeth. "Sorry Father, mother asked for me to take over her duties as she is sick." The pastors eyes were like daggers through Darryl's soul, "Fair enough, do them quicker next time." Darryl's father motioned for him to prepare for everyone to arrive, and so he did.

The usual fourteen people came in before eight o'clock. Darryl greeted them all, he knew each and everyone of them, they were regulars and Darryl's family own and live in the church so it was impossible for him not to. Moments before the actual event would begin, a family of four made their way through the church. The pastor greeted the family, welcoming the them to the church. Darryl couldn't help but try and listen into the conversation, it wasn't his fault he could hear it, but he wasn't obliging to it either. He took one small glance at the group and all Darryl could pay attention to was the son. He looked so out of place with his light blue sweater, the collar of a button up shirt sticking out of it and fluffy black hair that was all over the place, but in a kind of neat way. Darryl caught himself starring at the boy and quickly turned to face the ground.

'What's wrong with me? It's just another teenage boy. He just looked so...out of place, yeah, what kind of person wears a sweater to a church, on Sunday?'

Darryl quickly snapped back from reality as his father started preaching. He released his grip from the cross necklace wrapped around his hands, hissing slightly in pain from removing it from deep in his skin. With a sigh and the shake of the head, Darryl tried to forget about the boy and just listen to his father.

"And now, let as all bow our heads down and pray to our lord." The pastor declared to the church. Everyone obeyed and closed their eyes. Darryl sat comfortably in silence until he heard rushed murmurs and shuffling. He blinked his eyes open to see the sweater boy very noisily making his way over to him. Eventually he managed to plop down beside the taller boy, looking at him with a smirk. Darryl could only look on in amazement,

'What an idiot.'

"Hi!" The shorter boy stage whispered, gaining the disapproving stares of a few people around them. Darryl waved and went back to praying, well at least trying to. The other beside him huffed in annoyance and the older boys shoulder. Darryl only opened his eyes and look at the other, not bothering to face his way. "I'm Zak! You aaare?" Zak announced, stretching out the 'a' to add emphasis. Darryl sighed, already annoyed with the others antics. "Darryl." He muttered, closing his eyes once again. Zak tried to hold back a laugh, slapping his mouth with his hand in an attempted to stifle it. "That's an old persons name." Darryl shot a glare at Zak, still not facing him. "Is not."
"Is."
"Is not."
"Is!"

The two got shushed before the petty argument could escalate any further. With a quick apology from Darryl, silence ensued and Darryl thought that Zak was going to finally shut up, but then all he could hear was a loud 'psst' coming from his right. Feeling slightly defeated, he turned over towards Zak, finally facing him. Zak lit up from the obvious attention and that sent butterflies to Darryl's stomach. "This place is kinda boring, how much longer?" Zak whined, tilting his head and getting into a cross legged position. "Um, uh. About one minute, then everyone gets to go over to the food table."
Zak bounced with excitement at the mention of food, not being able to sit still. "Yesss!" Zak giggled and turned over towards the pastor, waiting for him to finish up. Darryl's face quickly turned red, the feeling in his stomach growing worse.

'Oh my, what's happening? I hope I haven't gotten sick from mother.'

The pastor finished off and dismissed everyone. Zak practically ran towards the food table, being stopped to a holy by his sister tugging him by his collar.

Darryl talked with everyone, small talking and trying to make everyone enjoy their mornings. The few seconds he was alone a familiar teenager was almost instantly by his side. "The food here is great! It might just make up for how boring this has all been!" Darryl looked down at Zak, unamused with his behaviour. "Do you know who made them, I need to make a deal with them or something, this is too good!"
The younger boy piped. "Oh uh, I did." Darryl stated simply, blinking down at the awe struck boy before him. "Dude seriously!? Bro! I'm gonna have to be friends with you." Darryl rolled his eyes, there's no way Darryl could be seen one more second with this boy let alone be friends with him. "I don't have friends." Darryl just wanted to be away from him, from everybody. He was feeling so, weird. "Oh! Looks like I'll be the first then, what an honour." Zak couldn't help but giggle, which made Darryl feel all fuzzy inside.

Zak's sister came up behind him and punched him in the arm. "Ow! Dude what the hell?"
"Language." Darryl muttered, which gathered a confused look from Zak's sister and a mischievous smirk from Zak. "Stop torturing the boy, Zak," She groaned, "We've gotta go, c'mon." Zak gave a pouty lip and acted all sad, only to be dragged away by the ear. "OOOOW! Stop that! See ya later Darryl- ow no! Stop!" Darryl watched on as the screaming boy was pulled away, completely in shock that a human being such as him even exists.

Word count: 1126.

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