A little somethin' I made because I was bored and thought of when I was at my friends church. Enjoy! Review!
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this," Shawn said, shoving his hands in his pockets and staring at his best friend defiantly.
"It'll be good for you, Shawn! You feel so much better afterwards, so much more light hearted!" Gus soothed, casting Shawn a sympathetic glance. He knew Shawn wasn't the "churchy" type, but he thought it would be good to bring him down here at least once in his life. The last time hadn't counted, since Shawn had made such a fool out of himself. Confession, in Gus's eyes, was a serious manner. So, it was time for a redo.
Shawn looked from the Confession booth to Gus and sighed muttering, "I better get some Heaven points for this."
He opened the door and sat down inside, feeling extremely uncomfortable and out of place. He looked over at the screen and saw the Father's shadow, which only made him fidget uncomfortably on the stool. He cleared his throat and rested his head on the wall. Then he murmured, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. Its been…." he counted on his fingers under his breath, "Twenty years since my last confession."
He heard a small noise of shock and disapproval on the other side but nothing more. Shawn was silent.
"Continue," the voice said.
"Oh, now? So, um… do I just say what I've done wrong? Its been awhile… humph…. Let me think. I'm guessing cussing is still a no-no?"
"Yes, Shawn."
"And stealing?"
"Yes, Shawn."
"And jealously?"
"Yes!"
He flinched at the tempered tone and cleared his throat nervously again, "Well, I cuss, so I guess that's one."
Shawn paused and listened for a response, but when he got none, continued.
"And I was jealous of Woody's new watch, even though I'm pretty sure he looted a body for it. Um, oh! I put super glue on a detectives' favorite coffee mug handle so he was walking around for the whole day with a gun-mug glued to his palm. I was in Food Maxx the other day, and you know toughs little displays of candy and gum they have were you can fill a bag with as much as you want a pay for it up front? I took one of the little caramel candies and didn't put a nickel in the box." Shawn paused then tapped his chin as he thought.
"I got into an argument with my dad and called him an bald angry ape. And then he was like 'well why don't you just go get yourself shot again?!' So I went into the kitchen and licked all the barbeque flavoring off his Lays Potato chips and put them back in the bag."
He leaned back satisfied.
"Is that it, Mr. Spencer?" Father asked.
"No! One more thing!" Shawn exclaimed. "Its probably the worst one of all. Sometimes, I sneak over to Gus's desk and eat his candy stash he has hidden there, but I blame it on racoons and their damn opposable thumbs!" for emphasis, Shawn put his hand in the air and wiggles his thumb.
"Language, Mr. Spencer!"
Shawn clapped his hand over his mouth and blushed, "Sorry, Father!"
Shawn heard the preacher sigh then say, "Son, I'm gonna ask you a serious question, and I want a serious answer, okay?"
"Yes Father."
"Did you eat a lot of paint chips as a kid?"