The Fallen Angels: Broken Wings (Book One)

Chapter 5: The Beginning of the Curse

-Chapter 5-

“Ashley, you’re sleepy all the time,” Dakota complained as Ashley lay stubbornly in bed, hiding under the covers.

Ashley had been facing Dakota, but he turned over onto his other side. Somehow, Dakota had convinced Ashley to leave the cave and return to Hell. Ashley, however, did not want to leave the mansion, seeing how Cecilia had been stalking him around everywhere he went, and he was sick of it.

“If you don’t come out of the house, she’s going to come to you,” Dakota told him.

Ashley sprang out of the bed, wearing only his boxers, and ran over to the closet, “Dakota, what jeans should I wear?” He pulled out two of the exact same jeans and pouted.

Dakota pointed to a pair, blushing. Ashley pulled them up and grabbed a vest from the other side of the closet. He ran over to the mirror and pulled out a teasing comb and began delicately teasing his hair, grabbing the hair spray, spraying it, and moving on to a different mob of fluff.

When he had finished approximately one hour later, he pulled on his nice, squeaky clean shoes and ran downstairs to where a very bored Dakota was cooking breakfast, “What are you making, sexy boy?” Ashley joked, and then realized that Dakota would take that seriously.

As Ashley suspected, Dakota blushed and replied, “Blueberry pancakes.”

Ashley’s eyes sparkled, and then they stopped and he sniffed, “Waffles are better….”

“Don’t do that whole, ‘Why you no make waffles?’ puppy trick on me again. That was not fair!” Dakota grumbled.

Ashley chuckled and began his trick, “Oh, but DAKOTA! The waffles you make are sooooo much more scrumptious than the paaancakes you make. Oh, why didn’t you make waaaaffles? Can you please start over and make waffles?”

Dakota stopped flipping the pancakes and Ashley could feel his annoyance, “I’m not turning around,” whispered the cook.

Ashley made his puppy dog face, “Aww, but Dakota, you KNOW you want to see my beautiful face. You KNOW you want to see this sexy beast’s features and his love for you.”

The biceps in Dakota’s left arm twitched and his body seemed to have a stubborn spasm of “you know you want to turn around” arguing between Dakota’s actual want which was, “no, I don’t want to turn around,” in the end of his battle between conscience, he began flipping pancakes again.

Ashley’s face became a disappointed puppy face with wide, little eyes and plump little chipmunk cheeks, “Dakota… please turn around,” Ashley made his voice sound choked up, “Please, I’ll do anything for those waffles!”

Dakota once again stopped moving the spatula, “Oh, you’re such an actor, why didn’t you go into an acting career?”

Ashley continued his innocent phase while keeping his laughter under control. He sat on his knees and looked up at Dakota, “Woof.”

With that, Dakota set down his spatula, turned around with his eyes closed, and slapped him. Ashley stopped with his puppy dog face and growled, “You think you can just SLAP me!”

The “uh-oh” face came onto Dakota’s features, “I’m sorry!”

Ashley stared at Dakota furiously, but his expression softened and he whispered, “It’s alright, it was my fault….”

That caused Dakota to look even more terrified, “You mean you aren’t going to get angry…?”

“I’m angry underneath, but I’m not going to do anything about it,” Ashley answered.