SUP3RFRUIT Imagines

The Youth Pastor Pt. 1

A/N: WHAT HAVE I DONE I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP I'M SCREAMING
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Hey, it's 2019 and I'm super bored. Let's get this show on the road
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"Alright guys, let's get started. Any prayer requests?"

A few kids raise their hands.

"Peyton?"

"My grandma is sick."

One of the youth group members writes the request on the whiteboard.

A few other kids give their requests.

"Alright, who'd like to pray for us... Mitch?"

Mitch smiles nervously.

"No thanks."

"Why not? Come on..."

Mitch pulls his hoodie over his face.

His youth pastor shakes his head and calls on someone else.

Mitch bites his lip and raises his head as everyone else bows theirs.

Jesus Christ.

Mitch looks the young adult up and down before shaking his head and closing his eyes.

I'm awful.

Mitch lifts his head as the prayer ends and quietly heads towards the door as he always does.

"Oh, hey, Mitch!"

Mitch turns around to see-- you guessed it-- his youth pastor.

"We're starting a new topic on Wednesday. You coming?"

Mitch shrugs. "I guess... if my mom comes."

"Awesome. See you there!"

Mitch turns around and quickly walks out of the room, wanting to be literally anywhere but the church.

He clenches his teeth as he feels an uncomfortable feeling in his pants.

He looks towards the bathroom and bites his lip.

Jesus forgives.

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Scott taps his pen against his bible as he makes some notes for Wednesday's lesson.

He anxiously taps his foot against the floor as he tries to rid his head of these thoughts.

You know, those kind of thoughts.

He opens his bible to a random page and sighs as he notices which book he ended up in.

"Leviticus..." he groans.

Maybe, just maybe, if I do a lesson on Leviticus, I won't have these feelings anymore.

Scott begins to take some notes on that topic.

You know... the only one that some people seem to care about.

He takes notes for about 45 minutes before he decides to go home.