Oh, Death

5

Gloves.

The idea came to Death when he couldn't fall asleep and he wasn't sure if it would work. It was worth a shot, but that meant waiting until morning.

Death couldn't sleep. Try as he might, it was always a battle. So when he wasn't sleeping, he was fondly looking at Brea who was sound asleep.

He figured the gloves would give him a chance at something, but he didn't want to jinx it. He was slowly starting to admit to himself that he could possibly love Brea. But he still tried to keep it locked away in his mind. Death was too stubborn to let that emotion free.

When morning came they all lazily wandered to the diner that was across the street from the hotel and had some breakfast. Death explained his idea and they all agreed and planned to look for
gloves when they had a chance. Brea could hardly contain her excitement when hearing this and everyone noticed, especially Mia.

They all finished up their food and wandered back to the hotel to gather some stuff but Mia pulled Brea aside.

"You really like Michael, don't you." Mia starred right into her eyes and Brea grinned madly.

"Yeah. I do. There's just something about him. I can't explain it at all, but I know it's there." Mia smiled and pulled Brea into a hug, then both having a girly moment in the middle of the lobby. "Wait! Do you like Luke?" Brea asked quietly as they gathered themselves and walked up the stairs towards their rooms.

"Yeah! At least I think I do. And I don't think he used his power on me or anything." Mia smiled madly and said a quick goodbye before unlocking her door. Brea walked a little further and unlocked her own door, stepping inside to see Death fidgeting with something in his hands.

"Oh Brea thank God." Death shyly turned and he held up his hands, both covered in what looked like leather gloves.

"Sweet. They match the jacket." Brea giggle and grabbed her jacket from her bed and shrugged it on. "Test those things out on someone first. Just not me." Death laughed and they exited the room together and were greeted by the group when they entered the lobby.

"Great. You found some gloves. Now test them out." Pestilence and the group watched intently as Death glanced around and carefully walked up to a man who seemed to be having trouble with his bags.

Death slowly reached and touched the man's back before asking, "Do you need some help?" The man stood up straight and nodded, handing the bag to Death. The group smiled as Death finished helping the man and walked back over with a huge smile. "I didn't want to help him but that was awesome." Brea looked at him intently and Death noticed, holding out his hand. "I'll take that handshake now."

Brea giggled before taking his hand and shaking it, a huge smile on both of their faces. The rest of the group saw it and knew that this was the chance for Death to have some happiness.

They all saw it between them. Now it was just a matter of the two of them getting their act together. Death and Brea wouldn't let go of each other's hands as they walked out and they didn't even notice. When they did all Death could do was blush and try to play it off while Brea held everything inside, and on the inside, she was screaming.

"So what's the plan?" Mia asked as she crossed her arms.

"What more is there to do?" Brea asked. She glanced at all of there faces which they all seemed to be drawing a blank.

"Well, I have a job to do. So I should probably get back to doing that," Death ran a hand through his hair and climbed into his Impala with Brea following.

"Can I come with?" She stood next to the driver's side door and leaned into the window. Death looked behind her at every one else's face's and they were all nodding and motioning yes.