cake oneshots || book two

Hell, It Cant Be So Bad

Credit: moonbands

Okay just a quick disclaimer, I don't necessarily agree with some of the things said in this so please don't attack me if there's something that upsets you. I was kinda hesitant to post this so I really don't want to offend anyone. It basically says 'gays go to hell' and 'you go to hell for this and that' which I don't agree with but yeah. Other than that I really like it so that's why I'm posting it:)

SLFL DALLAS 2 DAYS

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Luke wipes the sweat off his forehead as he paces around his alter, the glowing orb on mute while he's on the phone. "God, you can't just send people here whenever you want. I have way too many people here. I'm backed up for days because all of my workers are getting heatstroke. Chill with the damnations. And fix the air conditioning while you're at it!"

Luke angrily hangs up the phone, snapping his fingers over the orb to stare at the humans who will eventually live with him. He turns to the door as someone knocks before entering.

"Hey, I got you a slushie from middle earth on my way back from The Gate. Oh, devil, you're on fire," Calum worries, rushing over to Luke to pat out the tiny flames on the tips of his hair. "Just get off the phone with God?"

"Yeah. He's so devildamn lazy. He picks at every little thing a human has done and determines if they're good or bad, then sends them here anyways. I'm sick of it! None of the paperwork is being filled out! Humans are complaining that their food is burnt. Let them die again for devil's sake! Where the fuck is the air conditioning repairman?!" Luke sees Calum flinch as he bangs his fist against the alter, the orb wobbling on top. As Calum reaches up to fix Luke's hair again, he calms down considerably. "Sorry, I don't mean to get angry," he apologizes.

"It's okay," Calum pardons softly. He sets the slushie down on Luke's desk before turning back around and placing his hands on Luke's shoulders, his thumbs rubbing Luke's skin beneath his shirt. "It comes with the job, I know," Calum whispers, kissing Luke's cheek.

"You're so patient with me," Luke praises, a small smile slipping onto his face as he leans in, his lips aiming for Calum's. Calum backs away, a mischievous smirk on his face. Luke laughs before adding, "And this is why you're a fallen angel and not in heaven."

Calum laughs and presses a kiss to Luke's lips before handing him his slushie. He heads for the door, waving his fingers. "Or maybe I fell for the devil, who knows?" Calum laughs at Luke's groan towards his pun before slipping out the door to leave Luke to his work.

Luke turns back to his orb, pulling up his rolling chair as he puts the straw of the slushie into his mouth. The gray haze on the orb fades away as a picture comes into focus of a tall kid with dyed hair, a denim jacket covering his arms.

Michael shuts his locker, holding his books up to his chest as he looks at the passing students in the hallway. He finds a space and quickly joins them, the swarm carrying him away to his next class. His eyes subconsciously wander from person to person, judging the way they wear their hair, the shoes on their feet, the fake smiles shown to their even more fake friends. Michael is just a regular high school student, and he hates it.

But then Michael sees the one reason he comes here every day, the sunshine of the high school that is Ashton Irwin. The prep that he is, always in the nicest clothes, his hair always a perfect mess, his shoes never scuffed. Ashton Irwin, who perfected the fake smile so easily he fit right in. Ashton Irwin, Michael's guilty pleasure.

Michael watches the boy as he passes, the way the sunlight from the window makes his eyes a warm copper color. Ashton meets Michael's eyes, and Michael keeps walking with the flow of the students pushing him even though Ashton gives him a small smile. Michael's heart thumps in his chest, the back of his neck flushing up to his ears. His stomach flips, and he almost misses his classroom because he's thinking about how Ashton Irwin smiled at him.