You see, demons and angels are not friendly twords each other. Alex is a lower level arch angel, whitch is still pretty high, and Sammy is a high ranking demon. What happens when these two meet? Will they learn to get past their differences? Can the...
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The closet was filled from top to bottom with shelves of board games. Ever board game you ever heard of and more. It was very impressive.
"Wow is right," Killian says. Then he turns to Sammy, "Why haven't you shown me this? Why do you even have it?"
"Because," she said.
"Mhm, because, sure, whatever," Killian grumbled.
I spotted Cards Against Humanity immidiatly. Sammy saw what I was looking at and smiled. She reached up and grabbed the game. Killian smiled as he saw what she was getting. We have a crowd favorite here I see.
We played cards against humanity for about thirty minutes, laughing until our stomachs hurt. I left a little earlier than I had intended to. It was about three forty-five when I left. Chester and I drove home listening to Fergie sing about her humps, singing along with her.
I opened the door and took off my shoes. I decided that it would be best if I took a shower and dress up a tiny bit. Once showered, I put on a cute light gray t-shirt and a black skirt that went to just above my knee. I pulled on gray Roxy flats, curled my hair, and slid my knifes into their sheaths against the insides of my thighs. I texted Thea and told her that I would be over a little early. She said that it would be fine and that she was lonely by herself anyway.
I walked downstairs to tell Chester that I was leaving and left. It took me thirty four minutes to get to her adress. The house was nice. Not to big, not to small, not trashy either. I rang the doorbell. Someone came running to the door and it swung wide open.
"Hey Alex, come right in. Let's avoid where people are. I don't want them to see or meet you yet," Thea said.
"Okay?"
"I want to talk with you first. Let's go to my room."
We tip-toed up a set of stairs into her room. It had pastel yellow walls, plush cream carpet, and pastel pink lamps on each bedside table. The bed had a pastel blue comforter, the headboard was the same cream as the carpet, as was the one dresser. A door that led to what I asumed was a closet was made of a dark colored wood like the door that led to the hallway. She had beautiful paintings hung in just the right places on the wall.
She walked me over to the bed and gestured for me to sit next to her.
"Can I trust you?" She asked.
"Of course," I said.
"Like really trust you?"
"Yes," I answered. The girl was starting to scare me.
"Okay. I have a problem and I knew that you would be the best person to tell. You would be able to look at it with no judgement, fresh eyes," she paused. I nodded for her to go on.
"This is difficult to say, but, you know I'm in a relationship, right?" I nodded yet again. "Well, my boyfriend and I have been dating for about eight months now. I thought that things were going well until three days ago when I found out he was cheating on me," she stops and takes a few deep breaths.
