Dysphoria or Ephoria

Chapter 3: Well, Hello There...

(Courtland’s POV)

When Lucifer is out of sight when the train goes, I sigh sadly. Damn... My summer is going to be so fucking boring now. It’s going to be so weird spending the first summer in nine years away from each other. What sucks most is that I already have my ticket for Warped Tour. To top it all off, I also bought Lu’s ticket. What the fuck am I supposed to do with the extra ticket? Even my ticket for that matter. I’m sure as hell not going to Warped by myself.

“Urgh,” I groan to myself. I put my fingers through my hair and pull them frustratingly. Okay. Whatever. Everything’s going to be cool. Everything will work out because it always does. I sigh in effort to comfort my false hope. I pull my phone out of my pocket to check the time. Nine in the afternoon already... It sure as hell doesn’t seem to be. It feels so much earlier. The air is its regular humid Canadian summer air. And the sun is just starting to set along the horizon. The regular bright blue sky that was once there earlier today is now a specific pattern of dark blue that fades to purple then to orange. It really is nice out tonight. I turn on my heels, ready to head back home, but I bump right into someone. I’m barely fazed by it. But the other person tumbles to the ground as if I punched them in the face. The worst that I get is that my hair just went all in my face.

“Oh my God,” a voice said, “je suis tellement désolée (I’m so sorry).” It was pretty high and girly, sort of cute actually. French too? That’s pretty hot... If this is just dude with a high voice and speaks french, well shit just might get awkward for me. Anyway, luckily for this person, they are in a part of town that’s bilingual.

I toss my hair out of my face and see that it was young girl. Well, shit will not be awkward for me. Based on her height, she could be mistaken for a ten year old. But her bodacious curves show differently. Her luggage is everywhere on the ground.

“Ce n’est pas grave (it doesn’t matter),” I tell the girl. “Laissez moi t’aider (let me help you).” I scurry to her aid and help her up by her forearm.

When I get her up to her feet, I realise that she is a lot shorter than I thought. Fuck... This chick must be a good foot shorter than me! That’s really short considering that I’m six foot two. She whips her long brown hair out of her brown eyes. Oh snap... This chick is even hotter than I thought.

“Oh, merci (thanks),” she says in her soft feminine voice after I let go of her arm.

I’m too awestruck to think before I speak so I just blurt out, “you’re welcome...” She giggles, covering her surely pretty smile with her hand.

“So you do speak english,” she says flawlessly, no french accent or anything foreign.

Oh god, the only thing I can think is holy fucking shit, this chick is so damn hot. I’m just happy that I can control my dick because it’s sure as hell thinking the same thing and then more. Stupid cock has a mind of its own.

“I’m lucille. Lucille Benjamin,” she introduces herself as she gathers her bags that are scattered everywhere on the ground. I help her out, gathering the her last few bags.

“Courtland Theriault,” I say as smoothly as I can manage.

“Cute name for a cute face,” she whispers. I’m pretty sure she didn’t want me to hear that, but I did. And that surely made me happy. “By the way, you can call me Lu, Lulu, Lucy, you know what I mean?” she tells me.

I can’t help it, I laughed at what she told me. Those are the exact same nicknames I give Lucifer... I hand her bags and she puts them over her shoulder.

“What?” Lucille eyes me oddly, sort of like she’s self conscious about something.

“Those are the same nicknames I call my best friend,” I explain to her. Lucille nods her head, pursing her lips a bit in the process. That looks pretty hot on her.

“Then I bet she has a pretty awesome name,” she says, laughing a bit.

“I think you meant ‘he’,” I correct her. Lucille tilts her head to the side and looks at me curiously. “His name is Lucifer.”

“Oh! Wait... Lucifer... Isn’t that another name for the devil?” I nod. “Why would his parents name him something so.. dark?”

“It’s a long story...” I say to her. Lucille smile a rather sexy grin to me. Damn, is there anything this chick can do that doesn’t turn me on?

“I got time.”

Alright...  It looks like I might not spend half of the summer alone. And maybe the Warped Tour tickets might not be going to waste.