Expectations(SPN High School AU Micifer-MichaelXLucifer-fanfic)

Chapter 5

PREVIOUSLY
"Can I ask you a personal question Michael?"

I was hesitant but nodded. "Go ahead."

He hesitated then asked "Why were you bullied?"

My eyes widened and my face went red. Im not going to make up some lie, I thought. "Uh Im.."

"Im not comfortable saying thay right now, " I said.

He looked a bit sad but he nodded his head. "Its ok. I understand."

"Its just that ive been bullied about it at the previous 5 schools ive been to and I dont know how people will take it here."

"Well just remember when youre comfortable saying it that ill be here to listen."

"Thanks Luci."

"No problem Mike. So have you decided on whether you want to play for the team yet?" He asked changing the subject.

I nodded. "Yeah actually, I think I will tryout."

His eyes widended and brightened up. "Awesome! Want me to pick you up and we can go together?"

"Uh- yeah sure."

"I mean if that's ok with you," he said quickly.

"No, that's ok with me."

He smiled. "Ok sweet. Tryouts are at 3 tomorrow so ill pick you up at about quarter to sound good?"

I nodded. "Sounds good."

He smiled again. "Alright awesome."

I looked at my phone to see the time 3:36. Still have a bit of time before dinner. "So what exactly do you do up here?" I asked.

He looked around. "Just listen to music. Think. Again, just kind of a way to get away for a while and be alone."

I nodded. "Is that a hint for me to leave then?"

He laughed. "Nah, youre cool. But," he said pointing his finger at me, "no one can know about this place and no one else can come up here. Got it?"

I nodded. "Got it."

He half smiled. "Ok good," he paused then gestured behind me, "hand me that guitar, will ya?"

I turned around and saw what he was talking about, then grabbed it and handed it to him. "You play," I said more as a statement rather than a question.

"That I do. Would you like to hear me play?"

"Absolutely," I said very interested.

"Any requests?" He asked. I shook my head. And he nodded and thought about what to play. "Oh and before I play, no ones knows about this either. Nobody knows I can play."

"I feel so special," I said with a smirk and a bit flirty. I cant... not with him... not here, in this town. He smiled and went to play. I recognized the tune and then he started to sing.

Lovin' can hurt.
Lovin' can hurt sometimes, but its the only thing that I know.
But when it gets hard.
You know it can get hard sometimes.
It is the only thing at makes us fell alive.
We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories gor ourselves where our eyes are never closing. Hearts are never broke. And times forever frozen still.
So you keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans, holding closer till our eyes meet. You wont ever be alone.
Wait for me to come home.

He stopped playing and was still looking at his guitar. My mouth was wide open in shock. He looked back up to me and smiled. "Ill take it you liked that?"