Dysphoria or Ephoria

Chapter 1: Summer Time

(Lucifer’s POV)

The bell finally rings at exactly three thirty. Everyone throws their papers in the air with a loud cheer and flees from the classrooms. I could definitely understand why every’s acting like this. It’s the last day of school. Why wouldn’t they? I run out of the school and am about to run home to escape the summer heat, but someone stops me from behind, calling my name.

“Lu! Lucy! Lucifer! God, damn it! I’m fucking calling you!” 

I turn around to see my best friend, Courtland, charging towards me. 

“Hey, Court,” I call him back. 

He continues charging towards me and I don’t think he has any intention in stopping soon. 

“Court! Court! Watch it!” I yell just as he crashes into me. We fall to the pavement, causing a sharp pain to course through my spine at the harsh impact. 

“Sorry, buddy,” Courtland apologizes. He adjusts himself above me, resting his chin on my chest. I feel my cheeks heat up as his hazel eyes stare at me inNocently and that small mischievous grin never leaves his rosy lips. I don’t think much of it since this sort of happens whenever he is this close to me. 

I pat down his crazy boner-hairs softly. “It’s okay,” I say in my quiet voice. He smiles a thank you to me then gets up. I’m about to get up on my own, but I see his slender hand extended out towards me.  I take his warm hand in mine, but then slip back onto my butt. Courtland just laughs at me, clutching his stomach. 

“You always fall for it,” he laughs. 

“Whatever. Let’s just go,” I grumble annoyingly at him. I get up, dust myself off and start walking home. It’s really annoying that he can’t help me get up just once. He always has to pull that stupid stunt where he pulls away his hand away right as I’m about to take it. So damn annoying, I swear... 

“Lucifer, c’mon. It’s pretty funny! You always fall for it!” 

“It’s not funny. It’s just redundant.” I try to quicken my pace to avoid Court, but he just keeps up with me with ease, seeing that he is a little taller than me. He starts walking backwards ahead of me.

“C’mon, Lulu,” Court chimes, using my girly pet name when he is trying to get his way with me. “You can’t be mad at me forever. Are you really gonna let some small practical joke get in the way of our nine year friendship?” 

“Maybe...” I lie. I know I’ll forgive him sooner or later like I always do. I  just sort of want to return the favor of being a shit disturber. I try to move past him, but he just follows my footsteps. I move to my left, he moves to his right. I move to my right, he moves to his left. I bet if I do a pirouette, he would do the same. 

“C’mon, Lulu...” His voice trails off. He abruptly stops walking, which causes me to bump into him. “C’mon...” he repeats. I shake my head. He puts up his hands up and wiggles his fingers. “C’mon, Lu.” I shake my head again. He wiggles his fingers closer to my mid section. “C’mon. C’mon. C’mon. C’mon...” I just shook my head the whole time. “Fine. You asked for it,” he mumbles, squinting his eyes at me. Then his hands go straight to my stomach. They move everywhere, causing me to scream and squirm. 

“Stop! Please! Court... land! I beg... of... you!” I try to say in between laughs. 

“What is that?” he taunts me.

“I for--,” I couldn’t speak past my laughter.

“You what?” Courtland continues.

The tickling is close to unbearable and I feel like my bladder is about to burst!