When Devils Smile

Twelve

Waking up on Devon's couch again gives me déjà vu

I wipe the sleep from my eyes as I sit up, the thin blanket Devon so graciously gave me pools around my waist as I do so. At the same time Devon walks out of his room with a yawn, he doesn't really acknowledge me as he goes to walk past me and I can't have that.

I stand up and go on my tip toes, stretching my arms high in the air. I can feel my shirt lift up as I do and spot Devon glancing at my stomach, I smirk at that and I feel smug when he clears his throat awkwardly and goes to the kitchen.

I drop my arms and notice a light blush on his cheeks when he turns around, "coffee?" He grunts out without making eye contact and I grin.

He's gay, or bi, or pan, or whatever he's labeling himslef; the point is that was a test and he passed, he likes guys.

I walk to the kitchen and sit down on one of the stools as he passes me freshly made coffee. I hold it up to my lips without a thanks, "wait it's ho-" I take a big unaffected swag and he rolls his eyes. "You're the devil or something" I raise a brow at that and sip lightly on my drink.

"Or something" I admit with a smirk, sipping on my boiling drink but it tastes too nice for my hangover so I don't stop.

I'm always dangerously thirsty after a good hangover, "normally I prefer tea" I say and he snorts, shaking his head as he blows on his coffee to cool down.

"Sorry I don't cater to your needs" I tilt my head and smirk at him but he only rolls his eyes. "And this isn't becoming a regular occurance, I've looked after you and brought you here twice drunk now." I tap my fingers along the marble table and click my tounge.

"I looked out for you drunk once" I say and he watches me for a moment.

"Fine, we're even yeah? No more..." he wafts his hand around with furrowed brows, "whatever this is. No more getting plastered and expecting me to help you." My eyes gleam with danger as I grin a sharp grin.

"I never asked you to" I say and he sighs, looking down at the table.

"Yeah well, I'm not good at leaving someone without helping them" referring to me in the tattoo place, or me in the parking lot of the club. I click my tounge again but that time I feel a slight sting, I raise a brow and he looks confused.

I open my mouth bringing my phone to my face and see a tongue pericing and I hum.

"Hm, forgot I did that" he snorts at that, shaking a hand through his hair before grabbing his and my cup. A notifcation pops up on my phone as he makes a new drink for us and I click it with curiosity, seeing that the notification was from emails.

"Yeah, you were pretty waisted dude" I drop my phone in my pocket after reading it and feel my knuckles tighten into a fist. I breathe slowly to calm myself down, then I squint at Devon as he makes another drink for us both.

"Why are you not mad?" I question, slightly out of breath as I try to distract myself, I question this because I'm confused as to why he's not beating the shit out of me for
(In a way) cheating on his sister. His hand halts before glancing over his shoulder to me.

"Well, you two only went on a date or a few. She's like that she is, falls too easily" he turns back and I raise a brow. There's more to this story, he doesn't seem mad or annoyed or upset more... guilty.

He places my cup before me and I bite the insides of my cheeks as I notice it's tea- suppressing my thanks.

He sits down and fidgets with his fingers, I notice a nice little ring on one. I watch him wallowing away inside his own head thinking back to what he said and how he looked guilty then a slow smirk erupts on my face.