Welcome to Heaven

Chapter 3

Jonathan looked over the file containing his first assignment as he strolled up to the bus stop.

Napoleon Maxwell Sowachoski

Age: Teen

Eyes: Wide and Bright

Hair: Covered with Hat

Likes: Death

Dislikes: Being Alone

He sighed, understanding what about him needed to be "corrected." When he was alive, he had known wannabe emos that faked a love of gore, but he never thought it was genuine.

The teen glanced up from the folder to see the queer looking teen from the photo. Napoleon was dressed in a blue t-shirt and brown sweater vest, topped with a red scarf. A large red aviator hat with yellow goggles was snugly rested on a mess of red hair. But the strangest part was a purple skirt over ripped jeans.

Well, like YOU'RE on to judge.

Napoleon caught sight of the angel. Apparently, he was oblivious to any holiness about Jonathan, so he gave a cute lil wave and sheepish smile.

This is probably the part where I'm supposed to tell myself I'm not gay, Jonathan thought. Frankly, though, Jonathan had come to terms with his pansexualness over a year ago, so thoughts like these didn't bug him anymore.

The blonde lazily waved back as the bus arrived. The door squeaked open encouragingly, and his human quickly scampered on. For (as far as Jonathan could tell) the second time that day, he lifted his headphones onto his ears and followed Napoleon onto the vehicle. The blonde found it strange that he was still wearing the same clothes he died in, somehow including his phone.

Jonathan encountered some difficulty following Napoleon to his seat, having fallen through the floor of the bus. Providence had warned him about this. If he didn't concentrate, he could lose track of what he would and wouldn't phase through.

If I had wings, I wouldn't have to worry about standing, Jonathan grumbled in his head while easing his way up through the floor. That was another thing: he had to earn his wings by completing his first assignment. He could hover in the meantime, but he was told that with wings he had more control and ability.

Jonathan floated to Napoleon's seat, unsure of what to do next. Before he could do anything more, the human looked up and saw his guardian angel standing awkwardly nearby. He lifted his bag with a grin and patted the seat next to him. The angel exhaled and sank into the bench.

"Hi! You must be new? My name is Sock! What's yours?"

Sock. The goofy nickname made Jonathan crack a smile, the first in a long time.

"I'm Jonathan, nice to meet you."

Sock smiled giddily, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone in a while.

"Hello Jonathan! I think we're gonna be great friends."

"I certainly hope so," Jonathan grumbled.