-REIGN ALICIA CROSS-
"Are you sure he'd be coming?" Emily asked as we neared the church entrance, looking at me like inviting Justin to attend Sunday mass with us was a stupid move.
"Why wouldn't he?" I chuckled, "It's not like the church can burn him."
"Maybe it could," she shrugged and I glared at her, nudging her side with my shoulder.
It wasn't long till we entered the church, finding empty seats in the middle row and slid ourselves in, making sure we left two unoccupied seats for Justin and Jason. I kept glancing around every now and then, looking for any signs of them.
The praise and worship was done and there was still no sign of them. By now, Emily was focused on the preacher whilst I sat uncomfortably in my seat, a frown on my face. To say I was upset was an understatement. I mean, Justin did promise they'd come.
"I told you," I heard Emily whisper, her gaze still glued ahead. I huffed.
"Okay, you win. The idea was stupid."
"No it wasn't," I heard a familiar voice say, making me snap my head towards the source--which was beside me--and a gasped escaped my lips.
"You came," I whispered/yelled in surprise, staring at Justin wide eyed. His hair was flopped down on his forehead and not in its usual quiff, a white hoodie hugged his frame and red-colored jeans with white vans covering his feet. His outfit was far from the usual, but it absolutely looked good on him.
"Honey, the preacher's in front," he smirked and I now just realized I was looking at him dreamily. My cheeks became on fire and I immediately turned my gaze away from him.
"I-I thought you'd never come," I mumbled, trying to change the subject.
"Then you'll be missing me so much," he teased, which caused me to elbow him lightly as a blush crept up my face.
The preaching went by fast, and we were now on the way to exit the church. I ran to Jason and hugged him tightly when we stood up since I hadn't got the chance to greet him. And well, ofcourse because I missed him.
"You've gotten taller in a week, wow," I commented as I pulled away, ruffling his hair. He just laughed, and slapped my hand away.
"Hey, I know. Justin wouldn't admit it and called me shorty pants." he pouted, whilst Justin just rolled his eyes.
I giggled at his cuteness, pinching his cheeks. Again, he slapped my hand away, "Hey! Stop harassing me!"
"So why did you decide to show up?" I asked Justin as we both sat at a park bench, waiting for Jason and Emily to return. They said they would just buy foods for the four of us. The park was near the church and we decided it would be fun to chill at the park till afternoon. Y'know, eating icecream or even cotton candy.
"What?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"I meant, why did you decide to show up in the church?" I stated clearly, "I didn't think you would."
"Why?" he chuckled, lightly, "I wasn't planning to ditch you, I just woke up late."
"But you've never been to church, right?"
"What? Ofcourse I've been to church," he laughed softly and I cocked a brow up, an amused grin on my face.
"You go to church?"
He laughed again. "No. But I have been to church," his face suddenly became serious, and he looked down on his hands that rested on his thigh before finishing his sentence, "My mom used to bring me to church every Sunday."
I frowned at the thought. I mean, it was hard for me to accept when my mom died. She was basically my closest friend aside from dad and Emily. She would always bring me to church and eat cotton candy with me at the park with my dad. Then she would take pictures and videos of us having fun. I knew how it felt to have someone important to you taken away.
"I'm guessing you miss that, huh?" I asked him, smiling a little. He clasped his hands together, leaning forward and rested his elbows on his lap with a sigh.
"Me too," I mumbled, licking my lips and looking at him. His beautiful eyes met mine and I could see the confusion. He had told me some things about his past but I haven't told anything about me.
"What do you mean?"
"My mom used to bring me here in the same church," I said, "Before she died."
"Oh..." his face fell into a frown and I didn't want him upset, eventhough I pretty much was too.
"We could've saw each other before but we just didn't care," I tried to lighten the mood with a small forced laugh, though Justin didn't seem to feel better. However, he smiled at me.
Silence managed to make it's way in our conversation, where the both of us just stared into space, minding our own little world. It wasn't awkward, but it sure was dead silent.
"Were your mom a dedicated christian?" I asked, breaking the ice.
He nodded with a small chuckle, "You have no idea."
I laughed and shook my head slightly.
"Reign?" Justin's voice said after a while, and I looked at him, his eyes meeting mine again.
"Is God real?" he asked, and I looked at him intently, letting his question sink into my head before I smiled as I told him, "Yes, God is real."
"But if he is, why would I be living like this?"
"Because you had walked away from Him."
"I don't understand. Why do you believe in Him anyway?"
"I don't know. I just do. If it weren't for Him, I wouldn't be here."
"Does He really hear prayers?"
I let out a chuckle, looking at him with a grin on my face. He wasn't look at me, but I could see he was serious on the topic. Who would have thought he would ask such questions?
"Of course He does," I answered him. He looked at me, furrowing his eyebrows.
"How do you know that? Have He heard your prayers?" he asked.
I sighed, "My mom, she was so sick. And the doctor said she wouldn't last long." I said, my smile fading as I continued, "She was a nurse, and it was hard for me to believe that instead of helping other patients, she was the one laying on a hospital bed..." I chuckled lightly before continuing, "Everyday I would pray for her. There were times where she'd join me in prayer too--even my dad..."
"What happened?" Justin asked, eager to know.
"She still died," I smiled sadly, feeling my eyes burn but I pushed the tears back. I promised my dad I wouldn't cry anymore. My mom wouldn't like that either, therefore, I wouldn't. No.
Justin's eyes held sympathy, for the first time, as they looked into mine. His lips formed into a frown, "Then how can you say God hears?" his tone was somewhat angry, but his face held distress.
I bit down on my lip, smiling lightly before speaking, "I prayed for her not to suffer anymore. I prayed for her to get better. I prayed that she wouldn't have to be in the hospital anymore... And now, she isn't suffering anymore, she's better, and she isn't in the hospital anymore..."
"But she's dead."
"We can't always just get what we want. Sometimes the answer is no." I said, still fighting the tears, "But there's always a bright side."
Justin's face held anger, but sadness at the same time. He wasn't good at emotions, and I've figured that.
"How can you think like that? Why do you always seem so positive?"
"There's nothing bad at being positive."
"Why can't I be like that?"
"I don't know. But I know you can be."
Silence then managed to cut in our conversation, no sounds made again. I wondered how our conversation went, why we suddenly had this topic. But it sure was the longest conversation we've had with no tears, no screaming, and no insults.
Justin's behavior was so much better than before, too.
"Hey, Justin?" I said after a while.
"I like who I'm talking to right now."
He chuckled, "I try."
A/N: Hi! Lol. So this chapter involved God and I just want clear up things. If there's some of you that doesn't believe, and you didn't like because I included the topic, I'm sorry.
Anyways, leave comments guys. omg.