(Currently being re-written & grammar fixed outside of wattpad, I will be republishing very soon.)
Josephine Katavana, the sweet librarian you would meet on a normal day at the library, struggling with her anxiety. She thought she knew it all and h...
"Put the keys in and twist" lucifer guides my hand to put the keys in his motorcycle.
"my parents will murder you if they find out I'm doing this!" I laugh.
"sh sh just do it" he coos me.
The last couple of weeks, lucifer and i have been hanging out, trying to grow a relationship between us, and having small talks at a time to get to know each other.
I've only learned a couple of things about him like he met Elijah when he was 17 at a boxing club, they instantly became friends, and their club business was split with the money but lucifer got more of it.
He hated reading until he was in middle school, it was his escape from reality and to read into fictional characters' stories and their development.
His mother's name was Adelina, and his father was Christian, he wasn't joking when he said he loved them so much, I don't know what I would ever do without my parents growing up, even if I didn't talk to them every day.
I hear the motorcycle start as he gets on, pulling me on with him behind him after he puts a helmet on me and putting it on tight.
"where is your helmet?" I ask him.
"I don't usually wear one." He tells me, I roll my eyes and get off of his bike walking to his garage and soon finding another helmet and walking over to him, putting it on and making him wear it.
He moves his hands and grabs mine, moving them around his waist as I hold on tight to him.
"ready?" he asks me as I nod.
He starts as I start to laugh a bit when he pulls out of his driveway and I hold on tight to him.
It feels like he was going fast, a little too fast maybe but it was fun.
The cold air running through my body as he rode down to the road, sharply turning the corner as I held on tight to his waist.
I turned my head, looking at the cars beside us as we speed down the street, having the feeling of not being in a car as the air just breezes through your grip.
...
What feels like hours later, we finally get back to his house, he takes the helmet off of me and locks his gate before he carries me into the house, as I wrap my legs around his waist when he carries me up the stairs and sits me down on one of his couch chairs in his room, he sits in the other.
"That was a lot of fun" I look at him.
"better than being alone I guess" he nods.
"are you okay?" I ask him.
"Actually I am." He meets my eyes, adding a soft smile.
"aw, you're going soft for me." I laugh as I get up from my seat and walk over to him.
"don't make me, make you get on your knees and suck me off." He glares down at me.
"oh..." I let out a loud laugh, covering my mouth and looking up to him as he tilts his head, a smirk appearing on his lips.
Looking down at myself standing Infront of him, I see the light ripped jeans I was wearing, and a black short, sleeved shirt tucked into that, not comparing myself to the type of people he had been photographed with.
"are you hungry?" he breaks out silence.
"a little bit, I can go home thought and make m-"
"well go make something, come on." He stands up and takes my hand in his.
I really couldn't get enough of him, he had been so different lately and so nice and truthful, but to say that he was all mine was an understatement, I bet there were tons of oth-
Josephine shut the fuck up.
"spaghetti and Sause and shit?" lucifer questions me.
"and shit?" I laugh.
"you know what I meant" he rolls his eyes before opening up his kitchen doors and taking out a box of pasta and a can of Sause, I watch him turn on the stove as I use my strength to prop myself on his counter.
"you're not going to help me?" he raises his eyebrow.
"no, I kind of want to watch this" I hide my grin.
"alright" he shakes his head as he puts some water into a pot and starts cooking.
"What did you after your parent's death?" I ask him.
He likes honesty and boldness, not stuttering and shy things I have realized.
"you want to know" he chuckles.
"please? Ill tell you something?" I ask him, like the way we've been doing this before.
"well..." he starts as he stirs the pasta "I didn't go to school for a while or leave my room... then my best friends parents took me in but it wasn't Elijah at the time, I started getting better and going back to school until at 17 we stopped getting along a bit and I moved in with some type of family friend, the person that answered the door a while ago on Christmas." He tells me, but never looks at me, his back facing me.
"did you still go to school?" I look down at my feet swinging.
"not the same high school I was at, I went to some other school the person I was living with got me in and that's how I got into the journaling business." He turns around and walks over to me, putting his hands on the counter around me leaning over.
"what were you like as a teen?" he tilts his head to look at me.
"well, I love to read" I giggle "I didn't have many friends but when I did we drifted after graduation and then I met lailisa at the library, she's considered my best friend," I tell him.
"the one with the small one?" he asks.
"her kid?" I correct him.
"Same thing." He nods.
"yeah, peter."
"do you want kids?" he asks me.
Sudden question.
"someday, id love to just not know," I tell him.
"dinner almost ready?" I ask him as he nods and walks away to finish the food.
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