JC threw an arm around his best friend and leaned in close, forcing their gaits to match up. He didn't pay any attention to the smoking, nicotine on Judas' hair and clothing was just part of who the man was. JC would never want to change that.
They parted ways at the end of JC's drive and Jesus waved his friend off as he headed to the bus stop down the block. The voice did not return in the silence and he looked up at the stars before heading back inside. His mother greeted him from the couch where she watched a game show and did some sewing and JC kissed the top of her head before heading up to his room.
The next day, bright and early, the Twelve and JC stood in front of the tour bus in person. It was a lot worse than the grainy picture made it seem but Simon was as enthusiastic as ever.
"It's a gut job," John said, not quite complaining.
"That's what makes it so great! There are eight bunks and a back bedroom and a kitchen with a table and those couches--" Simon protested before Andrew cut him off.
"Couches with bed bugs and roaches in em."
"Gut job! We'll make it our own. Someone got a phone? We should record this. Our progress. Day One. The fixer upper!"
JC grinned and walked forward. He didn't see a rusting old bus. He saw their future. His hand pressed to flaking paint and Matthew whipped out his phone to capture the moment.
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JC threw an arm around his best friend and leaned in close, forcing their gaits to match up. He didn't pay any attention to the smoking, nicotine on Judas' hair and clothing was just part of who the man was. JC would never want to change that.
They parted ways at the end of JC's drive and Jesus waved his friend off as he headed to the bus stop down the block. The voice did not return in the silence and he looked up at the stars before heading back inside. His mother greeted him from the couch where she watched a game show and did some sewing and JC kissed the top of her head before heading up to his room.
The next day, bright and early, the Twelve and JC stood in front of the tour bus in person. It was a lot worse than the grainy picture made it seem but Simon was as enthusiastic as ever.
"It's a gut job," John said, not quite complaining.
"That's what makes it so great! There are eight bunks and a back bedroom and a kitchen with a table and those couches--" Simon protested before Andrew cut him off.
"Couches with bed bugs and roaches in em."
"Gut job! We'll make it our own. Someone got a phone? We should record this. Our progress. Day One. The fixer upper!"
JC grinned and walked forward. He didn't see a rusting old bus. He saw their future. His hand pressed to flaking paint and Matthew whipped out his phone to capture the moment.