Dancing With The Stars

Acception

He could feel his heartbeat thrumming.
He could hear the beating of his heart in his skull, it was quite uncomfortable and frankly annoying. Crowley didn't know why he felt so anxious all of a sudden, he was only getting ready and mentally preparing himself to confess his undying love to an Angel he's been friends with before there was even a beginning. It's not like the same Angel could reject him and tell him Angels and Demons couldn't be together and then leave him forever. What was Crowley even worried about? Everything was going to go just amazingly.
"Crowley if you continue staring blankly at the wall behind me I'm going to take back everything I said and not help you." The sudden snappiness of a voice brought him back on Earth. Nina had her arms crossed staring up at Crowley who was standing at the coffee shops counter.
"I don't even know why I asked you for help." Crowley grunted, looking down at the slightly shorter woman.
"Maybe because of your lack of friends." Nina replied, gesturing Crowley to move aside so she could continue taking orders.
"First of all, I have Aziraphale, I don't need anybody else." Crowley leaned up against the wall next to the counter, staring at another wall.
"You need friends, I can't close my shop to help you gallivant off to confess your love." Nina disappeared into another room momentarily to grab milk.
"I should have asked Maggie." Almost as though Crowleys words summoned her, Maggie walked into the coffee shop.
"Hello Nina! Hello Mr.Crowley, it's been a while." Maggie smiled, waving at the two.
"Good, Maggie go help Crowley confess his love." Nina glanced over at her Girlfriend and then continued making coffee.
"Huh? Oh, Mr.Crowley are you finally going to ask out Mr.Fell?" Maggie practically lit up with joy as she grabbed Crowleys arm and dragged him out of the coffee shop. "I know just the place to get started! Let's go!" Crowley let out a hiss and yanked his arm out of Maggie's grasp.
"I can walk, you don't need to drag me." He grunted, regretfully following the cheery woman. The two ended up walking all over Soho London, going into various shops to see if the Angel would like anything from it. Most of the time Crowley looked around and didn't think any of it would be good enough. He did end up getting a few flowers, which he decided to yell at later to make them look prettier and more presentable, and a book called "How To Learn Magic 101". Crowley grunted a thanks to Maggie and returned back to his apartment. He planted the flowers into a pot and water them before setting them on his kitchen counter.
Crowley placed the book down next to the flowers and miracled wrapping paper and a ribbon around it. He left to go sit down in his living room, which ended up him actually nervously pacing around his whole entire apartment.
"What should I say..? Hey angel I have something to say and... No.... There's something you should know so I'm gonna... No..." Crowley groaned, slapping both his hands over his face. Why was confessing so hard? How do humans do this? It would probably help if he knew better what he was feeling. All he knew was that it was love, that's what's TV shows taught him anyways. Love, such a stupid concept love was, getting in the way of everything. He was going to find out which Angel invented love and strangle them. It was probably one of the Cherubs, he never trusted the Cherubs, but they were fun to tease and scare. Crowley stopped in his tracks, maybe one of the TV shows he enjoyed would help with the confession. Humans were good at confessing, they would know exactly what to say. Crowley crossed across to his bedroom and skimmed through the TV shows he had watched until he landed on one he knew had a love confession in. He sat down on his bed and skipped to the love confession, although that part took much longer than it should have. Crowley felt like a TV show critic, taking notes on what seemed to be going well for the characters and what was going wrong. You would think that after 6,000 years he would know how to confess his love. In reality, he never thought that these feelings were something he would one day confront and do something about. Crowley thought he would be able to shove them into a far awar corner of his mind and never have to think about it again. That was most definitely wrong now, and Crowley was ready to return to hell before he was ready to risk losing his whole point of existence.
The Demon skimmed through other shows and took notes on those too. Every show the confession worked, which made Crowley feel slightly better. But Aziraphale was an Angel, a beautiful one at that, and it took 6,000 years to convince him they were friends. Would the Angel react the same way? Crowley could only hope so, he was risking it all. After a little longer of skimming shows, Crowley concluded he had enough notes to compile his own confession. He got off his bed and turned off the TV, heading back out to the living room.
"Right, so they say they need to tell them something... I can show up to the Bookshop and..." Crowley stretched himself across his couch as he scanned the notes. Most of them ran into the other person on accident but they usually always meet up on purpose. Somehow the notes only made everything more confusing. Maybe he should just wing it. No, he would definitely mess up if he walked in without a plan. Start by giving the gifts, Aziraphale usually asks why he gives him a gift so that would be an opener. Crowley spent that whole night planning out everything that could go right and everything that could go wrong. The Demon loves sleep but this would eat him alive if he didn't prepare, so he stayed awake well into the next day. He even remembered to yell at the flowers every now and then so they would look better. It was almost the afternoon when Crowley decided he was ready and hopped into his Bentley.