The teens move like a current, bodies overlapping, brushing shoulders and knees as they sink into the couches or sprawl across the rug. Bare forearms slide against each other. Knees knock. Someone’s foot is in someone else’s lap. One kid smells like too much axe body spray, another like sweat and incense. The AC kicks on and everyone groans as the cold air hits the sweat clinging to their backs and necks.
Fingers dig into chip bags. Hands flick through group texts. Someone’s head is tilted back, laughing too hard. Another kid mutters Scripture through a mouthful of fruit snacks as she looks at her bible. The old TV in the corner buzzes faintly. A forgotten water bottle leaks slowly into someone's lap
As one of the boys cracks open another can of mountain dew, a girl teases him.
"Marty that's the eighth you've had today! Don't you know that makes your balls shrink?" Sybil says, teasingly and testing boundaries.
Marty only laughs,"Good, mine are too big anyway." He says as he starts chugging. The girls in the group grimace, and Jonas blushes. Silence falls over the group though as their youth leader sits in the middle of the group with an open bible.
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