Do Demons And Aspiring Corporate Giants Play Together? (One-Shots)

Not My Party / Not My Home

(A/N - The One-Shot is actually published on Writer's birthday, {October 14th}. Writer also put the next chapter of EHY on hold to write this lol.)

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Loud waves of music echo from the speakers, but despite that, it might just be the quietest thing about the party.

Lights of all colors glare around the room, the rest of the home being lit with only the moonlight (And maybe three actual home lights).

The 'Birthday Boy' sits in the kitchen, his allies off somewhere else, and his family out of the house, as they 'coincidentally' planned an outing for the same day.

The boy (Now man, as he had turned 18) had no hand in planning the party. That was the job of his friends with maybe a suggestion from his family, but that was just a guess considering it was a surprise party.

As the man took in his surroundings, it became pretty clear that despite the banner reading 'Happy Birthday Lyndon Archer', the party wasn't his.

Perhaps it ending up like this had been unintentional, and perhaps Lyndon hadn't exactly told them what kind of party he would like. But the present still rang true, the party wasn't his.

He was just going to slip into his room and wait it out, any damage wasn't his problem since he could blame it on his lack of preparation.

Lyndon strolled through the crowds, noting the high amounts of people. They weren't here for him, they came because of his oh-so-great brother Charret Archer. And Lyndon didn't mind that as it meant nobody was paying attention to him, Which overall, wasn't much of a change.

Lyndon got to his white-chocolate-colored door, with a pet-door at the bottom. He gripped the handle, 'Locked Lyndon noted, he checked through the pet-door, his thin raccoon draft-blocker appeared unmoved, meaning nobody had entered.

Lyndon reached through the built in pet-door, and undid an extending lock he had used to block it.

With his success, Lyndon strode into his room, both locking the door behind him, and sealing that pet-door.

He could still feel the harsh vibrations of the music, and the voices of the crowd outside his door, but the room remained untouched by the party.

Lyndon was glad that he prepared this time, considering that this isn't the first time that parties like this have happened.

Honestly, if they had asked him what he wanted for his birthday party, he would've just wanted another normal day, at least something other than getting your party leeched off by inept dimwits who aren't even here for you. At least, that's Lyndon's opinion.

The feeling of boredom was something Lyndon had been noticing more and more lately, and now was another one of those times. Lyndon had fun playing with others when high school started, but now he could probably outwit any of his allies while playing two songs at once on a piano.

Lyndon had the internet, but after arguing with a spiritual person about how demons weren't real for a day straight, Lyndon was just as tired out as he was annoyed at their unjustified claims.

That argument was fun though, he even drew a summoning circle in one of his unused notebooks as evidence for his point, before following the further instructions of hiding it for days without checking on it. Good times.

Lyndon decided to just try and sleep, he would hopefully end up unconscious at his normal sleeping time, and the party would be tired out when he wakes up.

Maybe by then he would be able to take out his yellow and pink drawer to grab the notebook from the argument.

The little black notebook with a golden triangle on the front he got from Books-A-Million one random shopping trip.