Raised by his dear grandmother, Art Donaldson was certainly no stranger to Sunday church. Over the years, the nice old lady would make sure that Art was right there, by her side, rather than indulging in questionable activities. Such as his best friend Patrick Zweig, for example.

And Art loved the weekends spent praying, adored how tightly-knit the smaller community was, too. He was gullible enough to believe that not one of them was secretly entertaining impure thoughts, that would have Art toss and turn at night if he ever was to hear about it ! But instead, the strawberry blond would spend his time reading (the bible, of course), or playing tennis with his very close and only friend Patrick.

Tennis was probably the only thing both really had in common. It was also the thing they had bonded over, when Art and Pat were still just boys.

Patrick Zweig was... loud. Quick to fall for temptations and sin. Not that Art's best friend really minded , though ! Guess that's where they were different. And worse of all, Art would often have to listen to Patrick's constant talk about very impure things..., such as you and what the brunet really wanted to do to the clever girl that sat behind them in class. Or really just to your body...

And like a cruel joke ― or even a test ! ― Art found you sitting outside the church... just when his mind had started to wander into very dangerous territory that he would most likely have to ask for forgiveness for...

"Oh you, Hi."

Maybe, just maybe, the holy father will forgive him for his curious mind…