Challenge 09:15 Two Hail Mary's
Title: Two Hail Mary's
Author: duskblue
Fandom/Character(s)/Pairing(s) (if needed): Original: Paying the Consequences: Justin and Phil
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Words: 1054
Challenge/Prompt:Challenge 9: 15 Artist's Choice
Warnings: You might have a flashback if you went to Catholic school. LOL
Notes: Justin is 12 and Phil is 14. Phil's POV for a change :D (and in case anyone was wondering, yes, I went to Catholic school. LOL)
Phil sat back in the pew with his legs stretched out before him and tapped his fingers on his thigh. He turned his head slightly to look at a few sixth graders who were whispering to each other a few pews in front of him, and then decided that they were uninteresting before he turned back to stare at the alter.
He hated confession. The school made all the kids, second through eighth grade, go twice a year, and in Phil's opinion, it was two times too many. He was only glad that he was almost in high school and would be leaving soon.
And he was glad that his little brother, Justin, would be staying for two more years. He was just smiling over the thought, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Phil!” his friend, Doug, whispered. “Your brother has been in there for ten minutes! Look at the line!”
Phil turned his head to look at the confession booth beside their pew. Next to it was a line of at least ten students that were waiting for their turn. Just when Phil's eyes widened and he clutched the edge of the pew, a teacher walked by and gave the students a look that clearly said they should wait at other confessionals. Several students disbursed and went to wait in other lines.
Phil leaned back in his seat. “I wonder what he's doing in there...” he muttered.
“Maybe he has a lot of sins,” Doug whispered back. “We'll find out when he comes back and see how many Hail Mary's he has to say.”
Phil didn't answer him. He tried to look away from the confessional door, but the thought of Justin being in there so long just reminded him that he would have to stand up eventually and go in there himself... and he had no idea what he was going to say once he got in there. As far as he was concerned, everything bad that had happened to him in the last six months had been Justin's fault, anyway. Maybe he could say that he was guilty of having a bad attitude about the whole thing. Whatever. The whole thing was stupid.
Just then, the confessional door opened, and Phil's head snapped up. Justin stepped out with a funny little smirk on his face. He straightened out his uniform collar and then walked down the aisle to his pew.
The church erupted in whispers, and several teachers hushed the students. Everyone looked to see Justin on his knees and watched him while he said his Hail Mary's. Phil knew they were counting. He also knew that Justin wasn't really saying any prayers. He was only pretending to.
He had just turned away from Justin when his eyes met with the same teacher that had shooed the students away from the long confessional line, and she was giving him a pointed look. He knew he was one of the only students left that hadn't gotten up yet, and she obviously knew it it, too. He tried not to sigh, and then stood up once she had walked past his pew.
It was time to bite the bullet.
He made his way over to the confessional at the front of the church that only had one student waiting, and stood there in silence. When he glanced over at Justin, he noticed his brother was still kneeling with his hands folded in front of himself. Their eyes met, and Justin's eyes glimmered for a second before he looked back down at the pew.
Phil frowned. He felt sorry for the priest.
Far too soon, the door was opening and it was his his turn to go inside the confessional. He passed the girl who had been in there before him, and her face was pale. He wondered what had been said to her. Maybe he had picked the wrong priest.
He opened the confessional door, went inside, and when he closed it, he was enveloped in complete darkness. The outside world disappeared and all he could hear was the sound of his breathing and if he listened really carefully, his heart beating.
He felt around for the kneeler and it sank down a little when knelt onto it. The silence was what he hated most, but then, if he strained, he could hear the muffled sound of the repentant in the other booth telling their sins. Next, he could hear the priest telling him or her their penance. He smiled a little to know that whoever was in there was getting a pretty big penance.
It was a few more moments of complete silence, and then the panel on his side slid open and a little light filtered into his booth. He leaned back a little while he looked at the silhouetted grid.
He cleared his throat. “Bless me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was six months ago, and these are my sins. Um...” Suddenly his mind was blank. What was it he was going to say? Something about being negative over Justin. “My brother was mean to me...”
“That doesn't sound like your sin...” The priest said.
“I'm getting there,” he said. “My brother was mean to me, and instead of forgiving him, I was mean back.”
“Oh, I see,” the priest said.
“And...” Phil thought really hard. “I guess I could pay more attention to my little brother. And maybe be nicer to my mom and sister. Oh... and try harder at school.”
The priest said a short prayer, absolved Phil from his sins, and told him he should say two Hail Mary's and one Our Father and the closed the panel.
In silence once again, Phil stood up and exited the booth. He didn't feel absolved of any sins. He hadn't even thought of any of his sins until that day. So he shrugged and made his way back to his pew. Justin was now sitting down, looking careless, but didn't look up at him, so Phil looked away and sat down in his own pew next to Doug.
“How'd it go?” Doug whispered.
Phil moved to kneel. “Two Hail Mary's and one Our Father.”
Doug smiled. “Not bad!”
Author: duskblue
Fandom/Character(s)/Pairing(s) (if needed): Original: Paying the Consequences: Justin and Phil
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Words: 1054
Challenge/Prompt:Challenge 9: 15 Artist's Choice
Warnings: You might have a flashback if you went to Catholic school. LOL
Notes: Justin is 12 and Phil is 14. Phil's POV for a change :D (and in case anyone was wondering, yes, I went to Catholic school. LOL)
Phil sat back in the pew with his legs stretched out before him and tapped his fingers on his thigh. He turned his head slightly to look at a few sixth graders who were whispering to each other a few pews in front of him, and then decided that they were uninteresting before he turned back to stare at the alter.
He hated confession. The school made all the kids, second through eighth grade, go twice a year, and in Phil's opinion, it was two times too many. He was only glad that he was almost in high school and would be leaving soon.
And he was glad that his little brother, Justin, would be staying for two more years. He was just smiling over the thought, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Phil!” his friend, Doug, whispered. “Your brother has been in there for ten minutes! Look at the line!”
Phil turned his head to look at the confession booth beside their pew. Next to it was a line of at least ten students that were waiting for their turn. Just when Phil's eyes widened and he clutched the edge of the pew, a teacher walked by and gave the students a look that clearly said they should wait at other confessionals. Several students disbursed and went to wait in other lines.
Phil leaned back in his seat. “I wonder what he's doing in there...” he muttered.
“Maybe he has a lot of sins,” Doug whispered back. “We'll find out when he comes back and see how many Hail Mary's he has to say.”
Phil didn't answer him. He tried to look away from the confessional door, but the thought of Justin being in there so long just reminded him that he would have to stand up eventually and go in there himself... and he had no idea what he was going to say once he got in there. As far as he was concerned, everything bad that had happened to him in the last six months had been Justin's fault, anyway. Maybe he could say that he was guilty of having a bad attitude about the whole thing. Whatever. The whole thing was stupid.
Just then, the confessional door opened, and Phil's head snapped up. Justin stepped out with a funny little smirk on his face. He straightened out his uniform collar and then walked down the aisle to his pew.
The church erupted in whispers, and several teachers hushed the students. Everyone looked to see Justin on his knees and watched him while he said his Hail Mary's. Phil knew they were counting. He also knew that Justin wasn't really saying any prayers. He was only pretending to.
He had just turned away from Justin when his eyes met with the same teacher that had shooed the students away from the long confessional line, and she was giving him a pointed look. He knew he was one of the only students left that hadn't gotten up yet, and she obviously knew it it, too. He tried not to sigh, and then stood up once she had walked past his pew.
It was time to bite the bullet.
He made his way over to the confessional at the front of the church that only had one student waiting, and stood there in silence. When he glanced over at Justin, he noticed his brother was still kneeling with his hands folded in front of himself. Their eyes met, and Justin's eyes glimmered for a second before he looked back down at the pew.
Phil frowned. He felt sorry for the priest.
Far too soon, the door was opening and it was his his turn to go inside the confessional. He passed the girl who had been in there before him, and her face was pale. He wondered what had been said to her. Maybe he had picked the wrong priest.
He opened the confessional door, went inside, and when he closed it, he was enveloped in complete darkness. The outside world disappeared and all he could hear was the sound of his breathing and if he listened really carefully, his heart beating.
He felt around for the kneeler and it sank down a little when knelt onto it. The silence was what he hated most, but then, if he strained, he could hear the muffled sound of the repentant in the other booth telling their sins. Next, he could hear the priest telling him or her their penance. He smiled a little to know that whoever was in there was getting a pretty big penance.
It was a few more moments of complete silence, and then the panel on his side slid open and a little light filtered into his booth. He leaned back a little while he looked at the silhouetted grid.
He cleared his throat. “Bless me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was six months ago, and these are my sins. Um...” Suddenly his mind was blank. What was it he was going to say? Something about being negative over Justin. “My brother was mean to me...”
“That doesn't sound like your sin...” The priest said.
“I'm getting there,” he said. “My brother was mean to me, and instead of forgiving him, I was mean back.”
“Oh, I see,” the priest said.
“And...” Phil thought really hard. “I guess I could pay more attention to my little brother. And maybe be nicer to my mom and sister. Oh... and try harder at school.”
The priest said a short prayer, absolved Phil from his sins, and told him he should say two Hail Mary's and one Our Father and the closed the panel.
In silence once again, Phil stood up and exited the booth. He didn't feel absolved of any sins. He hadn't even thought of any of his sins until that day. So he shrugged and made his way back to his pew. Justin was now sitting down, looking careless, but didn't look up at him, so Phil looked away and sat down in his own pew next to Doug.
“How'd it go?” Doug whispered.
Phil moved to kneel. “Two Hail Mary's and one Our Father.”
Doug smiled. “Not bad!”