I wake completely at 3 pm, with my eyes fully adjusted. They don't feel like they weigh a ton anymore which seemed to be good news. I let out a little yawn and stretch. I notice the empty space beside me and I can't help but panic a little. I swing my bare legs out of the warm covers and let my feet touch the cold hard wood flooring. I rub my eyes to try and clear them some.
"You're awake." A voice says from the doorway making my head snap up in the direction of the sound. Beside me, Nym puts out two limbs in front of him and stretches with his tail swishing around.
"Yeah. Are you feeling any better?" I ask and stretch my dormant muscles. I notice the new change of clothes he's wearing. Same leather jacket, the same pair of clean boots, a different pair of ripped jeans, and a plain black t-shirt. I stand and make my way over to my closet and pull out a pair of black jeans and slip into them. I pull off the current shirt I was wearing and put on a fresh white one. I pull on a fresh pair of socks along with a light blue sweater.
"Thanks to you, yeah I am." He says admittedly with downcast eyes and slouches against the door frame.
"Damn right that is." I scoff playfully. I try to tame my messy a hair a little before grabbing my phone and stepping past him towards downstairs.
I begin making a cup of green tea for the both of us in the kitchen. He takes a seat at the kitchen island on a stool and I hand him the steaming cup. I take a seat of my own and sip gingerly at the burning hot liquid. Lucy rubs against my legs and I enjoy us sitting in silence for a while, just thinking.
I pull my brows together in question as a thought strikes me. "What... Is this exactly?" I ask softly and motion between the two of us. "Friends definitely don't do what we do. Am I wrong?" I nervously pull at the hem of my cotton sweatshirt.
"You aren't wrong." He admits after another moment of thought. I avert my gaze to the marble table top. "Listen, that night when you made that request for a friend, I was immediately thinking how easy of a score it was going to be for a soul, especially for one as different as yours." He shrugs. My heart sinks to my stomach. I didn't know that. "But I don't think over the time we've known each other I would've ever imagined catching feelings for a human, especially this easily." He confesses. Heat spreads from my cheeks to my neck and my lips form themselves into a smile. My heart swells in my chest, and I can't help to hide my blush behind my sweater sleeves.
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Be My Friend
FantasíaMason sells his soul to Satan in order to gain a friend. However, this friend may turn out to be a little more than what Mason bargained for.
