Let Me Think About That

Part 1: Denial

It was a Tuesday afternoon. Jonathan had just come home from a long day of school, not wanting to deal with any of Sock's antics. But of course, Sock didn't adhere to Jonathan's wants.
"What's cooking, good looking?" Sock asked with a bit of love in his voice.
"Not now, Sock. I'm not really in the mood for your so called 'Work'," Jonathan replied, plopping onto the couch. "Besides, my parents will be home any minute, and if they catch me talking to myself again, they'll probably check me into a mental asylum."
Sock chuckled. "Don't be so dramatic, Jon."
He paused. "I know what will make you feel better."
Jonathan looked to Sock, gesturing for him to continue talking.
"Sex. With me'"
Jonathan laughed his head off. "As if! That will never happen. (Knock on wood)."
"You're a mean person, you know that?" The demon pouted, sitting on the couch next to Jonathan. "Can I just have a little kiss? Pleeeeaaase?"
"Stop being so thirsty, Sock. Why do you want to have sex with me?" He questioned aggressively, jerking his head towards Sock.
"Well," Sock answered "You have a big nose. I like guys with big noses. Also you're kind of a hunk. I don't know why all of the girls at school aren't after you."
"Really?" Jonathan said.
"Really. Also, it's not just sex. I want to be with you. Forever. So kill yourself. Please."
"How about... No." Jonathan said with a chuckle running through his voice.
Jonathan stood up to walk towards his room. He wanted to catch a nap before dinner. Sock followed close behind. (To be continued)