My Angel (COMPLETE)

Chapter 61- I will get my life in order dammit

Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

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I close the computer and put it on the couch arm rest. My manz wants to be next to me but a sleeping Pierce has pressed himself against my thigh. They are doing too much. The sunlight is pretty. I poke Death's bicep before I noticed he was already watching me. Oh. He takes my hand and kisses the back of it.

He makes me smile. He makes my heart smile too. I watch the wind tickle tree tops on the window's other side for a few seconds. The birds have started making little communities around the area. It's so enticing to see the bird nests slowly be built every year instead of seeing them magically appear.

I turn back to my manz, "all the jobs around here suck."

"What about the little store you got fired from? "

"Nah, that would just be embarrassing. I'm also a lazy bum and don't wanna do pottery anymore. I did find this one that was interesting though."

"And what was that, αγάπη μου?"

"I could be a personal assistant."

"For who?"

Oh fuck I can't remember the guy's name. "Uhhhh... some dude in some big fat building somewhere."

He looks mildly concerned and confused. "There are many of those."

I grab my computer and open it back up, then go to the search history and find the information on the advertisement. I gave him the computer. Within half a second, only looking at the name, he closes it, a 'doh' from the computer. Pierce lifts his floofy head up and watches my manz, he also looks at me before turning back to my manz.

"What?" I pet mister old Pierce's ear, he leans into my hand. Awwww.

My manz gives me the computer back, "you wouldn't get along with him."

"Oh, why not?" He looks disappointed, not towards me though. I'm too amazing.

He holds up his hand and unfolds a finger as he lists things, "he is rude, he commits tax fraud, he is controlling, extremely weird, I can go on. You wouldn't be happy."

Well I wanna be happy so not that job. "Do you know him?"

"Never heard of him."

"Then how do you know this?" I hope he's not making all this up. I don't wanna be lied to. Oh my God what If he is a yandere and wants to keep me all to himself? But then he wouldn't have gotten me a pet... it could be a ploy.

Shut up.

"The spirits tell me anything I want to know about a particular person. They tell me things about everyone, mostly when I don't ask."

He looks sad. What if the spirits are trauma dumping but like for other people? That be crazy. Actually, that would be rude and insensitive of them.

Who even are the spirits? Maybe it's the holy Trinity but that wouldn't make sense. My brain isn't braining.

I don't want him to look sad. I boop Pierce's nose before picking his goofy looking furry self up and putting him on the other side of me. He wines, I poke his ear which cares him off guard, he huffs before going back to sleep.

I scoot closer to my manz and hold his hand, "do you have any job ideas?"

He kisses the back of my hand, the one holding his. "This is up to you."