Fuck you (not) (an applemedia fanfic)

📺tv-man📺

I watch the cameras, them glitching as my former friend walks past the building.
Is that..a bouquet of flowers..?
Since when did Al give people flowers??
That's insane!
Did he find someone?
Is he dating now?
No! He's supposed to be mine!!!

The elevator dings, a certain moth walking down toward me.
"Val, I'm fucking busy." I switch the camera.
"Doing whaaat~ I'm so lonely without angel here. Play with meee~"
He leans down behind me, his hand sliding down my stomach.
"I'm not one of your souls. Go find someone else to fuck with."
"But nobody does it like youu~" he whines.
I flip through the caneras some more.
"Angel does."
"Yea well that bitch wants to bEtTeR himself! He barely comes for work anymore! Let alone for me!"
The start of one of vals famous tantrums.
"So go fuck with vel, I'm sure that'll satisfy you plenty."
"Ew. She's not..my type."
"Okay well I'm not in the mood, I'm sorry, I don't have the time for that."
He whines some more.
"This is so unfair.."
he sits in my lap, twirling his finger on my chest.

We have an odd relationship.
If you can even consider it that.
When we first met he wouldn't even think about bringing his role as the porn demon into our friendship.
Now if he doesn't get what he wants the best way to even calm him down is to get handsy with him.
And that's of course, if hes in a good mood.
Which is never.
"What are you even so busy with."
"Work. Why aren't you in the studio?"
"We finished filming the script I had ready."
I sigh.
Typing on a document.
"Just one quickiee~" he kisses my neck.
"No, val."
He rests his head on my chest.
Once he realizes he's not going to get anything from me he'll go for one of his souls instead.
He gets up and heads back towards the elevator.

...

Laying in bed I can't take my mind off Al.
Did he really start dating or am I overthinking nothing?
The Al I knew would never..

"𝐀𝐥!" 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐱-𝐭𝐯 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.
"𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫."
"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞!"
"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬."
"𝐧𝐨! 𝐍𝐨! 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤!" 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚. "𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!"
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬. "𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨."
"𝐲𝐞𝐬! 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧- 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭!"

I take this half ripped photo, running my finger along it.
I miss him so much..
He just..wasn't willing to change with the times.
He's always been stubborn like that though..
I turn in bed, staring out my window.
What if I really have lost my chance with him..