Life in the 21st Century [Ciel x Modern! Reader]

Bernard, Ethel, Lisa, Frank, Polly, Pocket and Aunt Gloria :3

"Okay, we're here!" You shout, jumping off the bike with a smile. "I find riding here is always a great way to wake us up for church, isn't it refreshing, Ciel?" Looking over to your companion you see a sight to behold.

His hair was spiked and mussed extremely, his tie was hanging off the back of his shoulder, his eyes wide and a dead bug stuck to his cheek. The prestigious Ciel Earl of Phantomhive was completely flustered and out of his element and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Let's never do that again," He near breaths slowly getting off the bike.

"Okay, we'll walk next week." You take his hand and begin walking up to the church. Its a small church; three rooms, the sanctuary, a kitchen and a dinning room large enough for the Last Supper guests plus some.

Only about 20 or so people attend, and most of them are old couples or young families just starting out with toddlers; everyone knows everyone and when there is a newcomer to their communion, everyone welcomes them the best way anyone knows how- food.

Ciel looked around to the happy old couples chatting away with each other as they walked in arm in arm and the younger couples who looked like they could use a good nights sleep as they walked in carrying their youngsters. Glancing up, he was overwhelmed by the sight of a huge steeple with a cross on the top.

"Hello Mr Bernard!" You greet to one of the older gentlemen, releasing Ciel's hand to give him a gentle hug. "Mrs Ethel, you look more lovely with each week!"

The elder woman gave a chuckle, her hand on her chest as a smile rose on her sweet wrinkled face. "Oh, you're simply too sweet, missy!"

"Who's the lad?" Mr Bernard asked, his graying face giving a fatherly look that spoke in clear words. 'Is this guy your boyfriend er sumthin?'

"Oh, just a foriegn exchange student from England, Ciel Phantomhive. The school has issued that I host him in my house, though it's not much a bother." You pull him beside you so he's facing them. "I've been aching for some company, and he's just the nicest little champ." Smiling brightly, you nod to him mentally screaming 'Oh my god dude say something that would show them we aren't doing the do!'

"She is a gracious host!" He responded, a fake smile on his face. "She even helped me put on my pants this morning."

"You what?" Ms Ethel questioned very confused.

"Oh, silly him!" You slugged Ciel on the arm. "That's just an expression from where he comes from! It means I woke him up and made him breakfast! You know how those forigners are with their strange expressions! Right, Ciel?"

"No, she literally helped me get dressed." He deadpanned looking toward the elderly couple.

"He's just joking, he likes to do that." You chuckle awkwardly. "Anyway, I'm keeping you out here in the heat, let's get you two inside for some snacks." Leading the two inside, you smile and tell them a few jokes; Ciel following behind. Once inside you smiled at the familiar faces who stayed inside the dinning room before the beginning of congregation to chat and eat home-made breakfast snacks.

"Ciel," You whisper-yell at the boy. "The heck was that?"

"I was just being honest." He picked up a piece of lemon bread from the table and took a ginger bite.

"They probably think we played hide the weasel!" You once again whisper yelled.

"Hide the what?" His blue brows were knit in confusion.

"You know..." You made awkward motions, very uncomfortable right now. "The horizontal mambo. The doodily doo."

"Oh, you mean sex?" He seemed unaffected. "Why would it matter if they think we engaged in intercourse? We haven't, and that's that." With a nod, he continued to nom on his lemon cake.