Supernatural in Real Life 2-Attack of the Killer Clowns

Chapter 2

A/N: I made this beginning so awkward for the characters that it was awkward for me and I didn't know what to write so I was awkwardly staring at the screen for like ten minutes and only wrote 200 words. Oops.

One by one, everyone goes to bed. The last four of us up are Rob and Crowley, who don't sleep anyway, and Lucifer and me. The first two poof out of the room, doing whatever it is they do at night, leaving me alone with Lucifer. We stand facing each other, but farther apart than usual.
"So..." I say awkwardly.
"So..." he repeats.
It's quiet for a moment. Usually, we never have a problem with starting a conversation with each other, but now is different. I can feel the tension between us, and I don't know how to stop it. All I can think about now is what it felt like to have his lips on mine. Even knowing it was a game, knowing there was no meaning behind it, I can't forget it. I don't want to forget it. I wonder if Lucifer feels the same way. I can't ask him because if he feels differently than I do, that would put us in an even more awkward situation. Besides, I don't even know how I feel about it.
"Thanks for getting Rob off my back," Lucifer says finally.
"No problem," I respond. "Thanks for not trying to get Rob off your back yourself," I say with a small, forced smile. I go for lightness, as if it were a sort of joke, but it doesn't sound that way.
"Of course," he replies.
It's quiet again. I didn't realize until this moment that silence could be this awkward. Neither of us know what to do anymore. It's like that one moment managed to destroy our entire friendship we were so proud of in less than a minute.
"I guess I'm going to bed," I say finally, turning to go down the hall.
"Goodnight," he says, watching me go.
I hope this whole thing blows over by tomorrow, because I don't know how much more of this I can take. I miss our fun conversations full of witty comment and cheap laughs. I hope we can get that back soon, because I won't know what to do if we don't. Lucifer has been the one person I knew I could talk to since I met him, and I believe he feels the same towards me. What would happen if we lost that? If we lost each other?
I lie in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep. My mind is too busy worrying, and I can't relax enough to rest. Once I fall asleep, I stay asleep, though, and don't wake up until late the next morning. It's already past nine when I finally open my eyes, and for a while, I just stay in bed. I don't want to face the day yet. I'm perfectly happy living in my own little world.
Glancing at my watch, I realize it's past ten. I should probably get up now. I slowly remove the covers, freezing once again. Dammit, Gabriel, turn the heat back on! I hug myself as I walk down the familiar hall, joining the rest of the group in the main room, chatting among themselves. They all look up as I enter the room.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Gabriel says with a smile.
"There's no such thing as a good morning," I reply tiredly. "I need hot chocolate. Is there hot chocolate?"
Gabriel makes some appear in his hand, and I walk over and take it gratefully.
"Thanks," I say, drinking it quickly. I don't care that it burns my throat. I need my hot chocolate.
"Are you, like, immune to heat?" Jensen asks, watching me.
"Better hot than cold," I reply with a shrug.
"I disagree, but hey, to each their own."
"Did you sleep well?" Osric asks me. He was just sort of standing in the background when I came in, but I guess he saw this as the opportunity to talk to somebody.
"Like a rock," I reply. It's true; I slept fine. Getting to sleep, on the other hand, was more difficult.
"Does that mean you stopped breathing?" Osric asks. "Because rocks don't breathe. If you slept like a rock, you didn't breathe."
"I never specified what qualities I shared with the rock while I slept," I remind him. "Maybe that wasn't one of them."
He nods. "Touché."
"No one says touché. Like, until I got here, I had heard that maybe five times in my life. Now, it's like everyone says touché. Why does everyone love saying touché?"
"Because touché is such a fun word!"
"Oh, touché," I reply with a grin.
"You better work touché into your every day vocabulary now," Osric tells me. "Touché is the new cool thing."
"Really? I've never been involved with the cool things before!"
He laughs at my eagerness. "Well, now you're officially a member of the 'I use cool words' club. Very exclusive. You should be proud."
"I am! And people said I would never be somebody! Well, haters, here I am, using cool words and joining exclusive clubs. Take that!"
Osric laughs again, harder this time. "Our club is way better than the haters club."
"You're hating on the haters. Doesn't that make you a hater, too?"
"Oh no!" he says with exaggerated horror. "I'm officially a member of the group I hate! I mean dislike. Not hate. I don't hate. Because I'm not a hater."
Now it's my turn to laugh. "Good save."
"I thought so, too," he agrees, even though we both know it was far from a good save.
"Mark, what are you doing?" Jensen asks suddenly.
Everyone looks over at Mark, who seems to be having a very heated conversation with himself. It's not an angry one like he usually he when he talks to Lucifer, but it seems fairly important, even though he's talking so quietly and I can't hear what he's saying. He looks down from the ceiling when he hears his name.
"Talking to Lucifer," he replies. "I do that sometimes. You should know this by now."
"But you're having what seems to be a civilized conversation," Jensen observes. "You guys aren't civilized. You guys usually yell at each other until Gabriel threatens to stab you with his blade a couple times. This is not normal."
Mark shrugs. "Believe it or not, we are actually capable of talking to each other in a peaceful way. Granted, it doesn't happen very often, but it can."
"But you guys are supposed to hate each other!" Misha reminds them. "It's the one thing that's never, ever changed. Like, literally never."
"We don't hate each other," Mark protests. "I mean, we don't really like each other, but hate is a bit strong."
"They're not in the haters club," Osric whispers to me, and I laugh quietly, trying not to disturb the conversation.
"Okay, but you guys don't, like... Talk," Jensen says.
"I think we just proved you wrong."
"What do you guys even have to talk about, anyway?"
Mark shrugs, and though it's meant to look careless, I notice he looks a bit nervous when he's asked.
"Funny videos on YouTube," Mark replies.
"Like what?" Jensen asks skeptically.
Mark is quiet for a moment, and I can tell he's listening to Lucifer say something. Then he answers, "Pen Pineapple Apple Pen," really fast, so if I didn't know what he was talking about, I would have no idea what he said.
"What the hell is that?" Jensen asks.
Misha answers, doing the dance as he does. "I have a pen. I have a apple. Ugh. Apple pen! I have a pen. I have pineapple. Ugh. Pineapple pen! Apple pen. Pineapple pen. Ugh. Pen pineapple apple pen!"
Everyone laughs, and when he finishes, the room erupts in loud applause. Misha bows, savoring every moment of this attention.
"Thank you, thank you very much," he says, doing his best Elvis impression. (I just made you think of Twist and Shout, didn't I? I'm sorry!)
"What even was that?" Gabriel asks, still laughing.
"Only the best YouTube video in all of creation!" Misha replies enthusiastically. "Have you really never heard Pen Pineapple Apple Pen?"
Everyone but Mark and me shakes their heads.
"That is my jam!" I say.
"Oh my gosh, you know that song too?"
I nod. "I was singing that before it was cool!"
"You are an inspiration to us all," Misha tells me, giving me a high five.
"You guys are crazy," Jared says.
"Yeah, what's your point?" I reply.
"You go, Bailey!" Misha encourages me. "Own the crazy!"
"Baby, I've been owning the crazy since the day I was born," I say smugly.
"Preach it!" Osric yells.
"Hellz yeah!" Gabriel screams louder.
"Quiet down, ya animals," Crowley says. "You're going to blow my eardrums out."
"You should know better than to be near Misha when he's crazy," Jensen says. "Which is whenever he's awake."
"Yeah, he's always the one that puts these yelling matches in motion," Jared adds.
"You say that like its a bad thing," Misha says.
"It is," Ruth says. "It really is."
Misha gives her an exaggerated frown. "That was mean!"
"I never claimed otherwise," she replies, a satisfied grin on her face.
I notice Mark subtly slipping away from the group and walking down one of the halls. I watch him go, wondering what he's doing. Being the nosy person I am, I follow him down the hall, managing to get away easier because I'm the shortest person here. It's easy to miss someone as small as me leaving. I follow the sound of Mark's voice, which I know is directed at Lucifer.
"Exactly! But she doesn't know. Then tell her. Yeah-yes. I said-then I will-don't you dare. Thank you. You have to. I know. But maybe-oh my god, just freaking talk to-yes! Yes, you should. I know you're not. Because I'm not an idiot. I know you, Lucifer. I know you're not going to-yeah, see? Well you can't just not talk. Okay, but you hate him. You don't hate-you're so impossible sometimes. Look. Just talk to her. Fine, but when that happens-okay, thank you. Oh my god, Lucifer just-uh huh. Yeah. Okay. Thank you. I will hold you to this, by the way. I don't care that I can't do anything. I will find something to do! Because I like meddling in people's lives. Yes, I know you're not a person. That's not the point. Do I need to yell it so everyone hears it? Okay, no I won't. Yet. I might eventually, though, if you don't say anything yourself. See, now it's your best option. See how easy it was?"
Just reread that whole thing and I completely forget what Lucifer was saying so I feel your pain if you tried to follow that but couldn't. At least I know what they're talking about, so I'm still winning!
I hear a door open, but it doesn't close completely. This must be Mark's room. I've never actually been to his room before. I've never been to anyone's room but mine here, so I don't know where the rest of the group sleeps. I stand behind the door for a moment, debating whether I should go in and see what they're up to. Finally, I decide to do it, and push the door open slowly, without stepping inside in case I'm not welcome here.
"Hey, Bailey," he greets me with a big smile when he sees me in the doorway. "Well, don't just stand there. Come on in! What's up?"
I shrug, not sure why I decided to come in here. I walk over to join him, standing fairly close to him near the bed, but not too close because I don't like being very close to people. "I saw you leaving, I figured I'd come see if everything was alright."
He nods. "Yep, I'm great. But since you're here, I think you and Lucifer should talk."
"Um... Sure..." I say slowly. What are we supposed to be talking about? Why do we have to talk? Since we're alone again, I don't know if this is going to be as awkward as our failed attempt at a conversation last night was. I hope not. I wish we could just talk in front of the others. That wouldn't be as awkward, would it? I don't think so. At least then, if it looked awkward, we could always count on either Misha or Gabriel barging in and saying something random.
"Lucifer, you said-" Mark begins to argue with the angel, appearing annoyed at first, but soon looking victorious. "Alright. You two have fun," he says with a smile. "I'll be watching tv."
A/N: I've never written anything like this before, but enjoy the fluff if it doesn't seem too forced to you! No, there's no smut. It's fluff. Sort of.
I know I'm now looking at Lucifer not by a shift in posture, but by the change in expression. He looks almost nervous. I can already tell this is not going to go well.
"Hey, Lucifer," I greet him, trying to be cheery and lighten the mode.
"Hi," he says, not meeting my eyes.
"So, what are we talking about?" I ask.
"Well..." he begins nervously, then sighs. "I can't do this," he mutters to himself, staring at the floor.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask, concerned. He doesn't say anything. "Hey, look at me." I take a step closer so I can reach him easier. I place my hand gently under his chin and raise his head until he's looking at me. "What's wrong?" I ask softly.
"I can't, I'm sorry," he replies, just as quiet.
"Hey, it's okay," I assure him. "Talk to me. Please."
"I-I can't," he murmurs, but it sounds as if his heart isn't in it. He's looking into my eyes, and he seems to be a captivated by mine as I am by his.
I don't know what makes me do it, but I press my lips against his, wrapping my arms around his neck. He kisses me back, slowly and sweetly. He places his hands on my hips, sending shivers through my body.
As the kiss escalates, he pulls me closer, and I can feel his body against mine. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling the softness of it. He trails his hands up my back slowly until they cup my face lightly. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close, not wanting to ever let go.
I don't know how long we stand together like this. It could be an hour, it could be a minute. It doesn't matter to me. Being with him, time stops. All my problems seem to disappear, and it feels like we're the only two people in the world.
Eventually, we pull away. I feel my heart beating fast as I look into his eyes and he looks back, both still in the moment. Finally, I remove my arms, though I don't want to. Lucifer does the same, also seeming hesitant to give this up so quickly. We both just look at each other, not sure what to say or who should speak first. Finally, I do.
"Well, that just happened," I say quietly, my voice wavering from uncertainty.
"Yeah," he agrees with a small, almost nervous chuckle. He licks his lips and scratches the back of his neck, showing he's just as clueless about what to do now as I am.
We stand in silence for what feels like hours, but in reality must only be a few seconds.
"Um..." I clear my throat. "Good... Good talk."
"Yeah," he says with a small laugh. In a more serious tone, he continues, "I wasn't going to say anything because I didn't want to make this awkward, but, well... Looks like I can't stop that now."
I give him a small smile for his attempt at amusement, but what he said is too true to be taken as a joke.
"Um..." Lucifer says uncertainly. "Okay, I'm just going to say it. I like you, Bailey. Like, I like like you." He chuckles at his words, embarrassed. "I sound like a thirteen year old girl," he says. "What I'm trying to say is, I don't want to be just friends. I didn't want to say anything if you didn't feel the same way, but now..." He shrugs, a small gesture to indicate his uncertainty about what has happened between us. "I'm sorry. I'm not very good at this whole feelings thing."
"It's okay," I assure him. "I know what you're trying to say." I take a deep breath before continuing, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. "And I'm glad you did. I don't want to be just friends either."
Lucifer smiles a little, and I can see the relief on his face. "Well, that's good, because I don't know what would happen if this became more awkward," he says jokingly.
I give him a small laugh. "Yeah, things were... Pretty tense," I agree. "We're past that now, right?"
He nods. "I hope. I want to be. Let's just agree to pretend all that awkwardness never happened."
"Agreed," I say.
I never expected this to happen when I followed Mark down the hall, but honestly, I can't think of a better turn of events.