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gracie_musicaTitle: Honest Question
Date Written: 11/11/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 296
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee
Warnings: Slight religion bashing.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Inspired by... Well, by me. :: snerk :: For those of you who do not know, Confirmation (in the Catholic church) is when you 'recognize your baptismal call' and take a saint name and all that jazz. Extremely boring process, trust me. Anyway, it now usually occurs around your senior year of high school (17-18 years old)
Eighteen-year-old Dee Laytner was bored to tears. The youth peer leader was currently standing in front of their small group, talking about how she was morally superior to them because she read her Bible and prayed her rosary.
Sure, babe, read on, Dee thought. God still knows you were making out with someone besides your husband after mass last week.
"You see, everyone," the woman continued, waving her blue glass rosary around. It really was pretty, but Dee still preferred the handmade cord knotted one that Mother had made for him when he went through his First Communion. "You can pray your rosary every day. And I don't want to hear that you don't have time--I'm a mother of three with a career, and I manage to pray mine every single day."
"How do you find the time?" one of Dee's group members asked, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of adoration bordering on worship and lust for her (rather damn good-looking) body.
"I pray it when I'm driving into work," the woman replied. "I finish up the last Our Father when I pull into the parking lot."
Dee raised his hand.
"Yes Dee?"
"When you pray your rosary, do you shut your eyes?" the dark-haired teen asked with a straight face.
A snicker rippled through the group, and the mentor put her hands on her hips. "Honestly, Dee Laytner!"
"What? It's an honest question!"
"Stop playing around."
"Whenever Mother says her rosary, she shuts her eyes, I just wanted to know if it was uniform throughout the Catholic community," the teen rationalized, a small smirk playing across his face.
The peer leader just stared at him in disbelief before quickly changing the subject.
Dee ducked his head, smiling. He'd have to tell Mother about this one.
Date Written: 11/11/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 296
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee
Warnings: Slight religion bashing.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Inspired by... Well, by me. :: snerk :: For those of you who do not know, Confirmation (in the Catholic church) is when you 'recognize your baptismal call' and take a saint name and all that jazz. Extremely boring process, trust me. Anyway, it now usually occurs around your senior year of high school (17-18 years old)
Eighteen-year-old Dee Laytner was bored to tears. The youth peer leader was currently standing in front of their small group, talking about how she was morally superior to them because she read her Bible and prayed her rosary.
Sure, babe, read on, Dee thought. God still knows you were making out with someone besides your husband after mass last week.
"You see, everyone," the woman continued, waving her blue glass rosary around. It really was pretty, but Dee still preferred the handmade cord knotted one that Mother had made for him when he went through his First Communion. "You can pray your rosary every day. And I don't want to hear that you don't have time--I'm a mother of three with a career, and I manage to pray mine every single day."
"How do you find the time?" one of Dee's group members asked, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of adoration bordering on worship and lust for her (rather damn good-looking) body.
"I pray it when I'm driving into work," the woman replied. "I finish up the last Our Father when I pull into the parking lot."
Dee raised his hand.
"Yes Dee?"
"When you pray your rosary, do you shut your eyes?" the dark-haired teen asked with a straight face.
A snicker rippled through the group, and the mentor put her hands on her hips. "Honestly, Dee Laytner!"
"What? It's an honest question!"
"Stop playing around."
"Whenever Mother says her rosary, she shuts her eyes, I just wanted to know if it was uniform throughout the Catholic community," the teen rationalized, a small smirk playing across his face.
The peer leader just stared at him in disbelief before quickly changing the subject.
Dee ducked his head, smiling. He'd have to tell Mother about this one.
