Septiplier - Angel

Dinner?

Mark's POV:

My mind starts racing, an angel can't think that a human's cute or even a little attractive. Why did I just think that he was cute? I'm not even gay. Questions start flying threw my head. They swiftly get caught off when I hear the soothing voice of Sean. "I am very thankful that you helped me but I should really be going now, sorry for wasting your time." I look up to see that his aura a charcoal grey. He is depressed. No I won't let him go. Not when he's feeling like this. "No, you should really stay for, um, dinner?" It sounded more as if I was asking myself, but let's hope he didn't get it like that. "That sounded more like you where asking yourself." He sadly chuckles lightly. That small little gesture for some reason seemed to make my heart skip a beat. Why am I feeling like this? "Sorry, but I just feel like after what I saw today you deserve something nice." I mutter. He looked shocked. Surprised. Stunned. Did I say something wrong. "Um, no, it's ok, I um, already promised someone else that I um, would go um, have dinner with them." He stammered. I felt sad when does words left his mouth. I was to late. I looked back up and noticed something. His aura had changed from charcoal grey to a Lemon green. He was lying. To me. Good try Sean but you ain't leaving my site that easily. " Really? Oh well that's too bad." I said, my voice was dripped with sarcasm. He looked confused at the sound of my tone. After a few seconds of him analyzing my features, he started shuffling towards the door. If you are wondering, guardian angels can control the weather. So the second he had hesitantly opened the door I quietly snap my fingers and there is a huge thunder storm outside. Out of the corner of my eye I see him jump at the sudden weather change and his aura quickly flashes from light grey (fear / scared) back to charcoal grey. I can't help it but my lips slowly curl up into a smirk.

Sean POV:

I was about to have my freedom from this large mansion when all of a sudden it starts to rain, no it starts pouring. I hesitantly took a step back from the door when I saw lighting. The sound of thunder ringed threw my ears only seconds after. I looked down at my arms. "Shit, water will probably not mix well with cuts." I mumbled under my breath. I had completely forgot that Mark was standing in the room till his angelic voice boomed around the room "What cuts?" I could hear that he was concerned? Why would he be concerned? I slowly turned around to see worry written all over his face. I didn't answer. I was to confused by the emotions that were radiating off of him. "What cu-- You." His voice was now dripped with anger. Is he going to hit me. Please don't hit me. I wanted to cover my head with my arms, or curl up into a ball. I couldn't move. What is going on. Soon I saw his eyes change from the worrying look they had before to anger just anger, nothing else. "Hello Mark." Who was that?

Hey Cupcakes just a warning for the next chapter. It might get a bit confusing of what is going on. If you don't understand please inform me so that I could try and make it more clear of what was going on in the chapter after that. Thanks. 

Cakey ;)