Two Faced Love (Demon!Paul Stanley x reader)

Part 1

Lightning flared across the dark, raging sky over Los Angeles. The wind was blowing and whining through every tight space. The rain was coming down horizontally, pelting the stained window of an intriguing dark greenhouse on Silver Street. Inside that house were three best friends, taking refuge around a warm fireplace, which happened to be their only light source after the storm knocked out the power. Staring bluntly out the stained window and watching as leaves and various other debris flew and tumbled down your street.

"The rain's coming down," You noted, letting the blind fall back into place. You heaved a sigh. "Of course, it storms on the day I had plans."

"Hey, if you ask me, this Mike guy missed out on a perfect opportunity to comfort and cuddle you in front of a fireplace during a spooky story," one of the girls piped up, warming her hands in front of the flames. "He's a dunce and not worth your time."

"You say that about every guy I date."

"Are you even dating him yet, Y/n? I mean, you technically had to cancel your first official date, so where does that leave you?" The third girl asked, snuggling into a tighter ball under a fleece blanket in the corner of the couch that the girls had pushed over to face the fire.

"In limbo," You sighed again, plopping yourself down onto the couch. "I can't even text or call him because there's no cell service. The storm's screwing with the tower."

"Maybe you should take this storm as a sign to move on,"

You glared down at your friend, who was huddled close to the fire.

"Merida," she warned.

Merida shrugged and turned away, muttering "just saying" under her breath.

"I don't understand what your problem with him is," You argued. "I mean, he's a nice guy! You've barely given him a chance."

"He's a nice guy to you because he wants to get you in bed," Meridah replied firmly. "He's not a nice guy in general. He and his jock friends are public enemy number one to everybody in this town. Just ask Rose, she'll tell you the truth. Rose?"

The other girl on the couch shook her head defiantly.

"Nope, no way am I getting involved in this one. Why don't we get our minds off of it and play a board game or cards or something? If I have to be trapped in a house with arguing girls, I'm going to die."

"That's a great idea, actually," Meridah agreed, standing up from the fireplace. "Y/n, you keep your board games in the hallway closet, right?"

"Yeah, top-shelf. There are tons there; they were all my mom's at one time or another. Just pick whatever you want. Here, take this candle with you."

You handed your friend a candle for light, and Meridah bravely trekked into the dark shadows of the tiny house to choose a game.

"Ugh, I hate storms," Rose muttered, hiding half of her face behind the blanket.

"I know what you mean," you murmured, fidgeting with your pant leg.

"Y/n! Oh my god, y/n!" Merida's voice shocked the two girls a little, causing them to jump.

Merida came skidding into the living room, nearly sliding right into the arm of the couch. Her frizzy pale blonde hair was sticking out everywhere in a mass of curls, and her blue eyes were wide behind navy glasses as she stared at the box she was holding. Rose tilted her auburn head back to read the back of the box.

"Ouija: The Mystifying Oracle," she read. "Oh, no way in hell am I playing that. You two knock yourselves out."

"What?!" Merida snapped. "Don't be such a wuss! Are you kidding me? None of this stuff is real, Rose. It's just a game."