August 1st, 2015 at 07:31am
i'm holding my breath for you; closed.
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[ fairly certain that this is awful, so please forgive me! ]the lanky teen was pissed, beyond so. it wasn't necessarily the fact that he was caught, it was the simple truth that he was the only one that was caught by the cops. so much for friends, eh? though, if the tables were reversed the boy knew he would do the exact same – it was every man for himself when it came to pigs. fallon was simply appalled because he didn't do anything ( this time ) he was just the guy on watch. of course, the judge didn't listen. why would he? fallon parker was a kid with a bad rep – since the age of thirteen, not to mention the judge was the one who sentenced his father not too long ago. fallon was almost certain he would get some time, but he was let off with a simple slap on the wrist – his mother's words at least.
however, when his punishment was placed over his shoulders fallon was fairly certain that he would much rather prefer a few weeks of jail time. picking trash from the side of the road was doable, spooning soup into bowls for homeless bastards was tolerable, but it was as if the judge wanted to play a sick joke on him – community hours at the local church. the teen had never stepped foot in a church, in fact he was almost sure he would shrivel up in the doorway. he didn't quite fit into the moral code that was set up by the self-righteous pricks.
his scuffed converse came to a halt at the entrance, his eyebrows furrowing as he hesitated. should he just skip out? honestly, he doubted the court would follow up on his paperwork. he was just another "distressed" teen that could easily fall under their radar. despite his thoughts he lightly knocked on the large oak door – not quite sure what he was even meant to do here. he shifted his weight before pushing open the door, "anyone around?" he asked boredly as he stepped fully inside, the door closing silently behind him.August 1st, 2015 at 09:43am -
[ it's great, don't be so down on yourself
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Christian didn't know what to expect when his father had filled him in on the fact that they were going to be allowing someone to come and volunteer after getting caught for something. No one filled him in on what exactly the teenager had gotten himself into, even though Christian was the one who was meant to actually direct him around the church and tell him what his chores were. Christian doubted that he would be in any danger, but just the idea of having someone around him that had an actual record that his father described as "long and horrendous" only made his heart start racing. He was never an easily anxious person, but he knew that this wasn't going to go as smoothly as it could potentially go. He was so close to begging his father to simply not make him be responsible for a criminal, especially alone, but every time he was ready to say something, the look on the man's face simply told him to stop talking.
He was dressed in simple slacks and a white button down, refusing to dress up too much for Wednesday night mass, which his father always told him the importance of. It seemed hardly important, though, when it was three hours earlier than mass normally was. He had yet to do any of his homework and he had a test in the morning, which only made him bounce his knee from where he sat next to the front door. His father was in his office, being the pastor, with the door closed off as if he refused to speak to the troublemaker and his son. He went to biting his fingernails as each moment passed by pain achingly slow.
When the door opened, he quickly got up, moving his thumb out of his mouth and carefully wiping it on his pants in hopes the other didn't see. He saw the boy in front of him, smiling softly as he waved. "Hello, you must be, uh," he said, fumbling over his words as he didn't realise if he had gotten a name to the boy in front of him.August 2nd, 2015 at 03:17am
