can't wait for love.

Christian sat nervously in the foyer of the church. It was his job, his father dubbed, to lead the man who was coming around to show him his job. It wasn't anything that even Christian hadn't done before. Simple chores such as cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming, dusting. The only reason that this man was special was because he was doing this for his community service since he had ended up on parole. The parole officer ended up being a friend of Christian's father - who was the pastor of the church - and said he would easily be accepting new candidates to clean the church up some. Since his father trusted Christian, he was put in charge of the other, Finch, he reminded himself. He didn't know anything about Finch, like why he got in trouble with the law, what his life was like. He had never met someone who even did more than tell the occasional white lie. He was seventeen and probably far too innocent, his father even sending him to a Catholic school to stay closer to God. He still was a little iffy on being stuck with someone who obviously spelled trouble, but he knew that it wasn't something he could argue on. Regardless, his father was in his office and working on the next mass. He leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling as he randomly thought about what he would need to do when he got home. It was already three o'clock during the summer. He wasn't okay with also having to work because of that fact.

Finch had never been one for church honestly, his parents had made him go with them when he was a kid but when they gave him the option to keep going or to stop he quit going and hadn't been back since. Okay that was a lie he'd gone once or twice with his mom for Christmas and Easter because she really, really, wanted him to and he felt bad. Even now the only reason he was here was because he had to be, but he guessed that this volunteering thing was fine, better than having to pick up trash along the freeway like he'd seen so many others doing before. Finch showed up at the church mostly on time, maybe a little late but whatever, and slowly made his way up to the front of the building. He hesitated with his hand on the door handle a little for a few seconds and let out a small sigh before he went inside. Admittedly he had kind of been expecting to be greeted by an old guy or something, not another boy who didn't look too very much younger than him. But hey, he liked this one a lot better and he wasn't about to complain any that was for sure. "Hi I'm Finch? I'm uh, here to volunteer?" the man greeted as he made his way over closer to the other.

Christian was slightly surprised to see someone even walk through the church door, though he assumed it was slightly ridiculous for him to guess that on the account that he was waiting around for someone. He looked up at the other, slightly surprised to see a man around his age. He waved awkwardly none the less to the new arrival. He smiled, trying hard to not be rude toward the other. "Hello, I'm Christian. My dad told me to wait for you and show you around. Don't worry, the stuff you have to do is easy," he said as he pulled down nervously on the hem of his shift. He wanted to ask about why the other was being forced to volunteer, why he did something bad with the law in the first place. It seemed ridiculous to do bad things that were obviously immoral. He motioned for the other, starting to walk down on of the halls. "Would you rather like to clean up the bathroom or the Sunday school room?" He asked, opening the closet he was in front of, looking at all the utility supplies.

Finch returned the smile for partially the same purpose, to not be rude, but also because already the other seemed pretty nice and he felt a little less nervous about being here. He didn't know why he thought he'd be any different in the first place, because weren't church people supposed to be nice anyway? Even if they (he) were in trouble or whatever? The man answered back a simple, "Okay cool." definitely liking the idea of easy work since that was the best kind. Finch followed after Christian when he beckoned, walking so he was beside him rather than behind. "The sunday school room, I think." he decided after a very short period of thought while he waited for the other. Because even though kids were kind of grubby, sure, it still seemed like a nicer option than the bathroom to him. "Which one would you pick?" Finch added as a kind of afterthought partly wanting to know if he actually did pick the better one or not, and also to try to make further conversation.

Christian looked over at Finch before he smiled easily. "I like kids a lot more than the bathrooms, so I might be slightly biased," he said, not wanting to say how he occasionally taught the Sunday school when the adults were too busy to do it. The bathrooms weren't very dirty, if he were honest, especially since people tended to not want to go to the bathroom during church and wanted to focus more on the sermon that was being told to them. He grabbed the supplies needed for the children's room, smiling as he showed them and listed them off like they were nothing. "You could always use the Clorox wipes to get the surfaces cleaned up, but dad prefers this multi-surface cleaner. Apparently he likes the natural stuff," he said, smiling as he offered the supplies to Finch. He decided that he wasn't nervous or scared of the man that was in front of him, especially since he seemed like he was nicer than his dad said he would be. "If you'd like, I will happily help you clean," he said, since he was the one who cleaned usually with Ms. Green who usually cleaned the church for free.