Lucifer
It was just another droning morning in the Novak house. Castiel and Uriel were arguing about who knows what, Gabriel and Balthazar were trying to teach little Samandriel how to prank, and I was trying to figure out an escape plan so I could smoke. It wasn't until after breakfast that I found a plausible reason to go outside, saying that the burnt smell coming from the kitchen was making him sick. Chuck allowed me to get some fresh air, and I quickly rushed outside.
When I finally made it to my smoking spot, I pulled out a joint and lit it, puffing smoke into the air. I let out a sigh of relief as I slid down the side of the house, letting my head rest on it. Soon, I slipped into a world of thoughts.
Sometimes, I loathed his siblings. They have friends that come over all the time, they even have best friends. Castiel has Dean, Gabriel has Sam, Balthazar has Jo, Uriel has Zachariah, and Samandriel has Adam.
I didn't even have friends, let alone ones that I could call my favorite. The only people that are remotely close to being my "friends" are my dealers, and I'm just a buyer to a them. Nothing more, nothing less. It's not my fault that everyone disappoints me, it really isn't. My last "friend" was just using me for my connection to weed dealers. After that, I learned not to trust anyone.
After... he left, nothing seemed to go right in my life.
I took one last puff and snuffed out my joint, throwing it somewhere so no one could see. I walked back in the house and ran up to my room. Hurriedly, I threw on some ripped jeans, an AC/DC shirt, and my black beanie. I laced up my black converse and ran downstairs, jumping into the drivers seat of my car. Castiel got in the passengers, leaving Gabriel and Balthazar in the back. I was surprised at Cas sitting in the front, he was usually too scared to even come close to me.
"You guys ready to go?" I asked, looking to the back seat. They nodded and so did Cas, and I put the car in drive.
The reason I was driving them is because we all went to the same school. Well, Gabriel goes to middle school with Sam, but they walked from the high school. Cas and Balthy were sophomores, Gabriel was a 7th grader, and I was a senior even though I was 19. The school year had just started and I was already behind, so it was looking like I was going to stay back another year.
Speaking of staying back, I wished I never had. If I hadn't stayed back in kindergarten, I would have never met him. And my life wouldn't be the shithole was turning out to be.
I pulled the car into the school driveway and parked, letting my brothers out. Gabriel ran straight over to Sam, trying to hide it when he kissed his cheek. I smiled, shaking my head. We all knew Sam and Gabriel were dating, we just never said anything. Same thing with Cas and Dean, although they aren't exactly secretive. I saw Dean squeezing Cas' ass all the time, I just never bothered to mention it. I guess I just didn't want to give Castiel another reason to hate me. I've given him so many, but he continually ignores them. I don't know how he did it.
When I walked into the school, everyone moved away, to the edges of the hall.
"Oh, shit. He's gonna be mad," someone whispered.
"He's gonna kill someone," another muttered.
I grit my teeth and pushed a guy against the lockers, holding his collar.
"What am I gonna be mad about, huh?" I asked. The kid stayed silent. "Answer me!"
"M-Micheal's back," He whimpered, "He's coming later."
My jaw dropped in shock as I let the kid go, backing up a few steps.
"No. He can't be," I whispered. "You guys are fucking with me, I know it!" No one said anything. "TELL ME YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME! HE CAN'T BE BACK, HE CAN'T!"
"Lucifer, calm down," Mr. Singer told me, "Go to class."
"Yes sir," I mumbled, gritting my teeth.
Today's gonna be a shitshow.
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Later in the day, after lunch, I went to my locker as whispers start to arise.
Then, someone said it.
"Welcome back, Mike!"
I felt a tap on my shoulder as I looked down, coming face to face with the person I'd spent the last four years trying to forget.
"Hey, Luce!" He greeted cheerfully.
Pretend you don't remember him. It'll be easier that way.
I swallowed hard.
"Do I know you?"
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Micheal
I didn't expect what happened to happen. I wasn't prepared for that at all.
I stumbled down the hall, shoving people out of my way to get to the bathroom. Then, I just sat there, crying.
My first day back was already the worst of my life. I knew I shouldn't have come back to Kansas, I knew it.
Everyone's just better off without me.
I didn't expect to be welcomed back like nothing happened by everyone, but I thought at least Lucifer would. I guess I was wrong.
His words rang in my head for the rest of the day.
Do I know you?
I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to force him to remember.
But I couldn't.
So I just waited. Waited until school ended so that I could go home.
When I got there, I just ran up to my room, trying to hide my bloodshot eyes from my sister.
That's when I got the idea.
I picked myself up and walked downstairs, brushing off my clothes.
"I'm going out. Be back later!" I called to my dad.
Then, I set out, taking all the sideroads that I could remember so clearly from my past.
I reached the familiar grey house with the white picket fence, knocking on the black door lightly.
A man with slightly curly brown hair and a beard answered, smiling as he saw me.
"Hello, Chuck. Is Lucifer home?"
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