'Goddammit Pierce! We finally have a break from the hell-hole that they call school and you're going to be at church? What happened to the plans?' Lara whined, dramatically throwing her hands up.
'Do you think that I want to be anywhere near,' He paused, taking a long drag from the cancerous stick between his fingers before continuing. 'the homos-in-denial support group? Or even a church? The dammed thing might burn down when I walk in.'
'Point taken, when it does, take pictures.'
After each of the friends finished off their cigarettes, they said their goodbyes. Lara taking an extra minute or two to jab her finger through Pierce's floppy lobes. Eventually, she grew tired of it, gave her friend a long hug, and departed.
'ANDREW!' What a pleasant way to be awoken. 'ANDREWW!' The shrill woman's voice repeated his name until he dragged himself from his perfectly comfortable bed and to the kitchen. 'You called?'
'With ears that damaged I'm surprised you heard me,' The red haired woman teased, placing a rather tall glass filled with a peculiar green liquid on the counter in front of him. 'And what the fuck is this?' Before the young man even had time to regret his slip up, he felt a hand to the side of his head. 'You watch your mouth.' His mother waved a manicured nail towards him, making clicking noises with her tongue.
'But to answer your question, it's um-' She actually had to take a moment to consider what it was had been put into the juice. 'I don't remember actually. Your father and I are going on a juice fast for the next week. And you get to be my guinea pig.' The middle-aged woman gave a sort of hand motion and an encouraging smile. 'Well, go on.'
He was taking no chances.
With a shake of his head, he backed away from the counter and served himself left-over pizza for breakfast. 'No offencesh mawm,' he paused, swallowing a mouth full of pizza. Yum. 'You aren't the best cook. In fact, last week I'm pretty sure you burnt cereal.'
Pierce wasted a good hour or so teasing his mother and regretfully testing her odd combinations of juiced vegetables. Until he decided it was probably the time to leave for the church.
He put little effort into his appearance. After throwing on a beanie, cut-offs, and a band shirt that smelled alright, he called himself ready.
Pierce's mother gave a teary-eyed goodbye. Wishing him luck and hoping that this therapy type thing would help him. This he doubted, very harshly.
Walter, Pierce's father, drove him to the church in almost complete silence. Though, quite randomly during their drive, he spit out an 'I love you'. Walter was not an affectionate man and he was unable to understand what it was his son was going through and had knew of no other way to try and help him besides through God.
Hesitantly, Pierce returned with an 'I love you too' as his father stopped the car. And that was it. No eye contact, no motion for a hug. Pierce uttered a 'bye,' but wasn't sure if his father had noticed nor did he care to repeat himself.
With a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, he found his way in.
Upon entering, he was greeted by the man whom he assumed run this program, the priest. The man introduced himself, asked for his name, then pointed him off towards a room occupied by two young girls. He simply responded with Pierce, the man gave him a strange look, but accepted it.
After his awkward confrontation with the priest, he found his way to the waiting-area-like room. He threw his shit aside, sitting crosslegged on the floor, and greeting the others with a sort of half smirk.