A Zealot's Reputation
DISCLAIMER! This story is based on Tony Vincent's (wow he's hot!) portrayal of Simon Zealotes. I don't own this character or any other you see in the new Jesus Christ Superstar. ENJOY!
Prologue
Simon Zealotes was finally in Cana. It felt strange being home, since he hadn't been home in three years. Hadn't seen his family or any of his old friends. But the person he missed most was the one he also dreaded seeing. He was afraid she had changed. His worst nightmare would be to see her married, with children. Simon promised he'd come back. He promised they'd be together again.
Chapter One
"Simon, you're the laziest person I know!" complained his oldest brother Matthew. "You're sixteen and all you do is lay around the house. Help us work, you're too old to be playing with friends or sleeping late, your responsibility is the farm now." Simon rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his spiky blond hair. "He's right Simon," chimed in his mother. "Jeez, Mom! Leave me alone!" Simon whined, pulling the blankets over his head. His mother ripped them off and threw a shirt at him. "Here Simon, go introduce yourself to the new neighbors who moved into the house down the road." "I don't want a shirt Mom, it's boiling outside. Besides." Simon said, getting a mischievious look on his face and flexing his muscles. "They might have some nice looking daughters." "Ahh! Simon, your useless," his mother explained, leaving the room Simon and his seventeen year old brother James shared. Simon sighed and pulled the shirt over his head. His stomach grumbled when he smelled his mother's cooking down the hall in the kitchen. "What's for breakfast?" he asked, leaning over his mother's shoulder.
"You missed breakfast," his mother scolded. "This is lunch." "Well then I guess I'll have two plates, to make up for the meal I missed." "Simon, if you don't pull your weight around here, then you don't get to eat. Even Calista helps out, and she's pregnant!" "Mom, I told you, I help out at the fishing docks." Abigail Zealotes looked skeptical. "You don't help out, you hang around with your friends. All you help out with getting rid of the alcohol and cigarettes." Simon looked surprised. "I don't do any of that stuff, Mom." "Then how come I can smell it on your breath when you come home?" his mother demanded, waving a kitchen utensil in his face. Simon couldn't defend himself, and stood there looking helpless. "SIMON!" his mother yelled. "How are you going to ever get a girl to notice you if you smell bad?" "Mom, I don't need a girl, I'm never getting married, remember?" His mother shook her head. "Matthew's married, Calista's about to have their baby, Ruth's engaged, James' has a girlfriend, and Danielle has boys calling on her all the time. How come you don't have someone?" "Mom, I just told you. Marriage is a waste of my time, I'm gonna join the army." "Oh Simon!" his mother sighed. "When will you grow up?" "Mom, I'm tired of you lecturing me all the time. A Zealot's reputation is to be a fighter and I obviously take after Dad." "Your father got married Simon, he had five children. And look where being a part of the zealots got him, dead!" Abigail suddenly looked very tired and sad. "Simon, I couldn't bear to lose my baby boy just because he has violence and fighting in his blood. Be a mature young man, like your brothers, and the ladies will be swarming you in no time."
"I feel like I'm talking to a wall, Mom! Doesn't anyone around here ever listen to me?! Is everything my fault?" "Yes," James said from the living room. "James, don't say that! Simon he didn't-" but the slamming door cut her off.
DISCLAIMER! This story is based on Tony Vincent's (wow he's hot!) portrayal of Simon Zealotes. I don't own this character or any other you see in the new Jesus Christ Superstar. ENJOY!
Prologue
Simon Zealotes was finally in Cana. It felt strange being home, since he hadn't been home in three years. Hadn't seen his family or any of his old friends. But the person he missed most was the one he also dreaded seeing. He was afraid she had changed. His worst nightmare would be to see her married, with children. Simon promised he'd come back. He promised they'd be together again.
Chapter One
"Simon, you're the laziest person I know!" complained his oldest brother Matthew. "You're sixteen and all you do is lay around the house. Help us work, you're too old to be playing with friends or sleeping late, your responsibility is the farm now." Simon rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his spiky blond hair. "He's right Simon," chimed in his mother. "Jeez, Mom! Leave me alone!" Simon whined, pulling the blankets over his head. His mother ripped them off and threw a shirt at him. "Here Simon, go introduce yourself to the new neighbors who moved into the house down the road." "I don't want a shirt Mom, it's boiling outside. Besides." Simon said, getting a mischievious look on his face and flexing his muscles. "They might have some nice looking daughters." "Ahh! Simon, your useless," his mother explained, leaving the room Simon and his seventeen year old brother James shared. Simon sighed and pulled the shirt over his head. His stomach grumbled when he smelled his mother's cooking down the hall in the kitchen. "What's for breakfast?" he asked, leaning over his mother's shoulder.
"You missed breakfast," his mother scolded. "This is lunch." "Well then I guess I'll have two plates, to make up for the meal I missed." "Simon, if you don't pull your weight around here, then you don't get to eat. Even Calista helps out, and she's pregnant!" "Mom, I told you, I help out at the fishing docks." Abigail Zealotes looked skeptical. "You don't help out, you hang around with your friends. All you help out with getting rid of the alcohol and cigarettes." Simon looked surprised. "I don't do any of that stuff, Mom." "Then how come I can smell it on your breath when you come home?" his mother demanded, waving a kitchen utensil in his face. Simon couldn't defend himself, and stood there looking helpless. "SIMON!" his mother yelled. "How are you going to ever get a girl to notice you if you smell bad?" "Mom, I don't need a girl, I'm never getting married, remember?" His mother shook her head. "Matthew's married, Calista's about to have their baby, Ruth's engaged, James' has a girlfriend, and Danielle has boys calling on her all the time. How come you don't have someone?" "Mom, I just told you. Marriage is a waste of my time, I'm gonna join the army." "Oh Simon!" his mother sighed. "When will you grow up?" "Mom, I'm tired of you lecturing me all the time. A Zealot's reputation is to be a fighter and I obviously take after Dad." "Your father got married Simon, he had five children. And look where being a part of the zealots got him, dead!" Abigail suddenly looked very tired and sad. "Simon, I couldn't bear to lose my baby boy just because he has violence and fighting in his blood. Be a mature young man, like your brothers, and the ladies will be swarming you in no time."
"I feel like I'm talking to a wall, Mom! Doesn't anyone around here ever listen to me?! Is everything my fault?" "Yes," James said from the living room. "James, don't say that! Simon he didn't-" but the slamming door cut her off.