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Tommy O'Rourke would probably need to go to confession for this sin, someday, but not today. His mother worked at their Catholic church and school. On a dare from some of his buddies, he had stolen the church key off his mother's key ring and snuck into a confessional (the one he knew Father Clooney wouldn't be using) about an hour before Confession was scheduled to start. He had a buddy out in a pew, who sent him a text message when Father Clooney entered his room, at which point Tommy flipped on the little light above the door to the confessional he was in. He was sitting behind the screen so no one could tell who he was, and he planned on speaking with a bit of a lowered voice.
He also had a tape recorder. That was the point of the dare. None of his friends thought anyone would ever come into the confessional and confess to anything dirty or sexy. Tommy was convinced otherwise. In fact, he was so sure that people did that all the time, to the point where that was the only reason he could think of for anyone to ever want to become a priest.
On a completely separate but relevant note, about a month ago, Tommy had finally mustered up enough courage to ask out a girl he'd had his eye on for at least a year. She was in his History class. He had asked her out in the hallway after class one day. Not only did she say "no", but did so in a way that made certain that everyone within earshot knew he had been rejected by her. People pointed and laughed. He'd turned bright red and run off. Tommy wasn't popular at all or good at sports or even good at school. He was pretty shy and quiet, even amongst his group of friends (who were themselves a bit of a motley crew).
Regardless, it had been pretty embarrassing.
Which was why Tommy's buddy nearly flipped out when Andrea Cooper walked into church and went straight to his confessional.
Tommy heard the door open. He pressed record on the tape player.
Andrea Cooper had never been much of the religious type. Despite growing up Catholic, she slept through Sunday mass more often than she went, and she hadn't gone go confession since the 4th grade, when she made her first reconciliation. It was hard to have much of a religious life when her nights were spend with sex, drugs and alcohol. She was one of the best-known girls at school. Her blonde hair fell straight and a few inches past her shoulders, and her toned body was perfectly tanned. She always dressed nicely, but modestly everywhere, except to parties where she let her inner bad girl out to play.
A week after a wild party one night where she'd hooked up with the captain of the football team, she realized she was late. She wound up being eleven days late, and the night before she finally got her period, she had a terrible dream, where she'd wound up in hell.
It was that dream that made Andrea realize she needed to change her wild, slutty ways. After school the next day, she went to her family's church during confession. She knew, despite never going, that Father Clooney always chose the right confessional, and when they had a visiting priest, he took the left.
She saw the green light above the left confessional and walked in, kneeling behind the screen. She took a minute to gather herself, and began.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was 8 years ago"
Tommy's eyes grew wide when he heard her voice. Andrea Cooper. He recognized her immediately. He'd only been crushing on her through most of high school. He couldn't believe his luck. His mind raced, wondering what had prompted her first confession in eight years.
He deepened his voice a bit. "Welcome back, my child," he said. "Eight years is a long time. But God is patient and has been waiting for you. But it's very important that you confess all your mortal sins if you want to get back in God's good grace. Let us take a moment to pray."
Silence. Tommy knew that Andrea had gotten around a little bit. He'd heard some stories, rumors, really. He had a feeling they might be in here for a while. Slowly, silently, he flipped off the switch on the light outside above the door. His buddy, kneeling in the pew, understood the sign. Shaking his head in disbelief, he crossed himself and left the church.
