Devil || m.c

1.4

1.4

"So you're telling me, you don't know any of those bands?" She asked, chuckling with disbelief as she sniffed.

"I know One Direction?" It came out more of like a question and she snorted. Cute.

"Are you sure? None? Like, maybe, Panic! At the Disco? Wait, no, no, umm, probably, The Vamps or... Ugh! I can't think of a band angels could listen to!" She threw her hands up in exasperation, the shining glint of blue ever so bright.

I smiled and admired her as she ranted about pop/rock/punk bands.

"Angela," I said, "what's the rock'n'roll sign?" I asked, and she fisted her hand with her pinkie and pointer finger up. I raised my eyebrows and her eyes widened in realization.

"I didn't know! But the music has nothing to do with devils, I promise." She said.

"I won't say that I know, because I don't, but you know people back... home" my face faltered.

"I, umm, do you miss it- I mean, there?" She stutters awkwardly.

I sigh as a tear escapes the flood threatening to be spilled, and she scoots closer to me and places her hand on my cheek.

"Oh, Michael..." She says as she wipes the tear away.

"I just don't understand," I whisper.

"Me neither, Mike. Me neither."

She scoots closer to me, and says, "Michael? Don't get mad."
I knit my eyebrows in confusion as she slowly tries to close the distance between our lips.

"Please," she whispers, and I stay in place, still trying to process what was happening, until I close my eyes and try to get closer and closer.

That's when the door bangs open.

Lol this story suck. Anywho, I have nothing against one direction, im 1Daf myself.

Love y'all, R xx