May Church Bells Remind You

Er…hi. This is my first story I considered decent enough to post on here. I love constructive criticism, so please review. This is SLASH, so don't say I didn't warn you. As a sidenote, I sometimes use British terms and spellings despite being American because…well, I really have no idea why. I was also advised to take down the character list, so this it the edited chapter. I hope it makes it even a little better. So that's it, please enjoy.

Rae's P.O.V.

I sighed and blew my newly streaked fringe out of my face. Here I was again, like the past seven Sundays, at Our Lady of Sorrow- the local Catholic church. Whoop-de-doo.

My mother forced my father to take my brother and me, usually being too sick or busy to take us herself. She insisted it would be good for us, and provide us with "support." All it had provided us with so far was boredom. Luckily, we got to drag our friends along.

"Psst. Rae," whispered Lara, trying hard not to laugh. "What's with the opera music?" I rolled my eyes and smirked.

"You're trying too hard again," I muttered back, eyes on my grinning brother, Chayse. Lara scowled at me.

"Fine, screamo boy, let me know if you come up with any good ones." I glared at her nickname for me, then at Mark and my dad as they snorted with laughter.

"Aw, cheer up," coaxed my brother. "It's almost time for Communion." I had to grin at that. We always got a kick out of people here's reactions to us, and Communion was the best way to see them.

Justin's P.O.V.

I stifled a yawn as the sermon wore on. I had been trying to pay attention, but like every Sunday for the past five years, my mind wandered near the end of the service. But lately, I'd found something to interest me.

It was Communion now, and I couldn't help rushing through my prayers after I sat back down. When I was done, I craned my neck, but they weren't visible yet, so I settled down to wait. For nearly two months now, a new group of people had begun to attend Mass. There was usually one man with four teenagers. They were a highly unusual sight at our church- goth. You could always tell when they were coming because the adults' jaws would clench, the girls would start to whisper, and I think I even heard babies cry a few times. Yet, through all this, they walked down the aisle unperturbed, smirks in place.

I never really paid much attention to the man, as he was pretty normal. Next usually came the smallest one, who I guessed was the youngest. He kept his wavy brown hair messy, and erred more on the border of punk. After him came the only girl, usually decked out all in black, but with a more flamboyant clothing style. Her hair was usually tinted some color on top of brownish-black and held up in a ponytail. Next to last was my favorite. He was slightly tall with flawless pale skin and striking grey eyes. His black hair was short and spiky on one side, with long, shaggy bangs on the other. He usually kept them streaked, or the other side dyed, and he liked to put colors like bright red and electric blue in his otherwise black outfit. The rear was always held up by a rather tall, silent guy with normal brown hair who usually simply wore black T-shirts and baggy black pants, often with God-knows-how-many safety pins attached.

While I spaced out, the group appeared in view. I snapped out of it, watching as they did the same thing as always. I unconsciously found myself watching the pale one. 'Huh, he streaked his bangs lime green this time,' I thought. I couldn't figure out why I was so interested in him. While I pondered that, he must have felt my eyes on him, because he turned toward me and caught me staring. I blushed, embarrassed at being caught, but held his gaze. He smiled at me and moved on. Crap.

"Can you believe those kids? The nerve of them!" I groaned inwardly, listening to my mother rant about the group after church in the parking lot.

"Mom, how are they offensive? So they wear black and chains- big whoop." My mother huffed.

"It's not proper attire for church at all. And the way they act! Always skulking in the back and talking and laughing. I just take comfort in the fact that their time in this church may help straighten them out." I rolled my eyes and sighed at my mother's stubbornness.

She spotted one of her friends and went over to talk, tossing me the keys so I could get in the car. I walked over and dropped into the passenger seat. I leaned back and put my feet on the dashboard, waiting. As I waited, the group of kids walked by. The pale one turned and saw me. I froze. 'Oh shit, what now?' Luckily, he just smiled at me again and walked on. I breathed a sigh of relief as my mom climbed into the car and took the keys.

"Justin, get your feet off the dashboard."

Ok, there's the first one. It'll pick up eventually, but please forgive my updates if they seem random. Life is a bit crazy lately. That's it for now, thanks for reading!

Ja ne – shadows