Together We Fall

Chapter Three: Shopping? I'd Rather Go to Hell

**Chapter Three: Shopping? I'd Rather Go to Hell**

Cynthia:

I was quite rudely awoken my a heavy pounding on my front door. Okay, well, it actually wasn't a heavy pounding, more along the lines of a slight tapping, but hey, enhanced hearing, what can you do?

And actually, I wasn't getting that much sleep in the first place, if I was going to continue being honest. I never really did. Nightmares had a tendency to plague me and my sleep. Poor sleep. Poor me. One day, we will be united once more. Still mourning for the loss of sleep (even though it was probably only going to last for another twenty minutes, it was about twenty to seven), I pushed myself out of my bed, acting more zombie-like than Gabriel had sounded last night.

Speaking of Gabriel, I could hear him snoring from across the house. There was a reason the rooms were placed strategically on the opposite ends of t he house. I even went so far as to make sure we were on separate floors! But no, as long as Gabe's around, if I'm not awake from nightmares, it's his aweful snoring problems. I thought angels were supposed to be healthy all the time and not have those problems.

I half walked, half stumbled to the door. It was the usual way I walked in my morning haze of grogginess. Who am I kidding? It's the way I walked most of the time, managing to stumble on my own feet. It made for quite a few hilarious stories, and quite a few more it made frighteneing. Nearly dying because I stumbled and fell over a rock is not a story I like to tell. Mostly because its extremely embarrassing.

I opened my door, choosing to glare indirectly at the sun, cursing it for its appearance and offense to my sleepy eyes. A well manicured and well put-together girl stood on my doorstep. She had red hair and a smile far too calculating for before seven in the morning. No one should be smiling this early. No one should should be that coherent this early. No one should even be awake this early.

"Goodmorning," I mumbled groggily, rubbing at my eyes with one hand and holding the door with the other. "Lydia, right?"

"Yeah, Stiles told me to come see you and tell you hello. He said that we have a new girl in town. Not that you're the only one, my old ex is back in town for god-knows-what, but, you are definitely more interesting."

"Well, I can tell you definitely that God does not know what. I would also appreciate it if you didn't say that word or anything else that could be classified as a prayer before at least eight o'clock. You'll wake up Gabriel."

"Who's that?"

"My angelic uncle."

"Like.... Super nice angelic...?"

"Like literally an angel."

Her eyes widened a bit, and they made a perfectly round "oh" shape in her momentary shock. She then pursed her lips and nodded once. Pushing past me almost violently, almost, she found herself inside my house. "Wow, it's a really pretty place." She whispered to me softly.

"Oh, you can talk as loud as you want. Just no shouting. And no praying. Those are the only two things that could possibly wake him up."I laughed to myself. There were so many times that I'd prank him with the yelling thing. He would get so mad at me he wouldn't talk to me for a whole day, but, eventually, he'd start to talk to me again when he wanted something.

He could never go long without asking me to make something sweet for him. He's lucky that he's an angel, otherwise all of his teeth probably would've rotted and fallen out by now. Truely a dentist's worst nightmare.

I worked my way into the kitchen, Lydia following somewhat awkwardly behind me. The coffee maker was convieniently already turned on. Well, at least there wouldn't be a wait for it to heat up. I pulled the coffee from the cupboard. Opening the can and taking a deep smell, I smiled. I had always loved coffee. I filled the tank to set for six cups.