Vacation fit for an Angel | Hazbin Holiday House |

The Start of Summer

"Freedom! Fuckin' finally."

Angel Dust threw himself into the back seat of the red convertible, somehow managing to shut the door with his leg. "School is shit. Never doing it again."

For once in his life, he was actually looking forward to the future. Like almost every other eighteen-year-old on earth, he'd just graduated, and would never have to spend another second of his life locked in a miserable classroom in mandatory education.

Unfortunately, he had to work eventually, but he'd decided that he wasn't going to think about that until it was absolutely necessary. For now, he would spend the next few months of his life lounging around and wasting money that he didn't have.

Or just wasting his friends' money. He normally would feel bad about freeloading off them, but considering the fact that most of them were on varying high degrees of wealthiness, he didn't really care.

"I might..." Charlie, one of Angel's richer friends by far, spoke up, "But I guess it depends on what I want to do for work."

Angel scoffed. "Charlie, you're rich as fuck. You don't need to work. Like, ever."

"My dad is rich," Charlie corrected, "I only have money because he gives me it."

"Yes, and he would gladly give you millions if you asked, thus provin' my statement that you hypothetically could go your entire life without working." Angel leaned back in his seat, satisfied. "Not that I'm complaining, though. Your daddy's money has bought me a ton of cool shit."

"Okay, let's stop talking about Charlie's dad..." Vaggie laughed, starting the engine. Despite her not owning the car, she was always the one to drive it; Charlie was the definition of a passenger princess. "What have you got planned for the summer?"

"No fuckin' clue," Angel said with a grin, "I mean, Val's parents are away at some beach house, so I'll spend a lot of time over there."

"Doing what?" Vaggie started, then stopped abruptly. "Actually, no. Please, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

Angel couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't even imagine what strange kinks his boyfriend would want to try out now that he didn't have to worry about his parents overhearing. "Yeah, you don't... Anyway, what'll you be up to?"

"Same as you. No idea,"

"What, you'll be spending time with Val, too?" Angel joked, raising an eyebrow.

Vaggie glared at him through the rear view mirror. "No. I'll be with Charlie, though. Right?"

There was an awkward silence as Charlie stared into space.

"Charlie, wake up," said Angel, leaning forwards to lightly hit her on the shoulder.

Charlie jumped a little, glancing back. "Oh, sorry! I was just thinking. What you said about Valentino's parents..."

"What, we can fuck louder because they're away?"

"No! No, not that," said Charlie quickly, her face growing slightly red as she stumbled over her words, "They're... going to a beach house. Why don't we do the same?"

"Charlie, sweetie, as much as I don't want to crush your dreams, there's no way we'd be able to book one this late."

Angel couldn't help but agree. Going away with his friends for a month or two sounded amazing, but at this time in the summer, any holiday homes, let alone one good enough to spend more than a weekend with, would definitely be already rented out.

"No, I don't mean booking one," Charlie said with a small laugh, "My dad owns one. It's really nice! The only problem is that it could be too big..."