Calling You at Midnight

Chapter 1: A Not So Perfect First Meeting

{Lucifer's pov}

Lucifer Pellegrino, that's me. My dad is a highly successful businessman and my mom is an engineer. They aren't really home much. Speaking of home, we just moved into a new apartment so my parents can be closer to work. Two bedrooms and two bathrooms. It's pretty small and crappy but it's all we could find on such short notice. We moved to the same town as my cousin and best friend Gabriel.

I've been moving boxes in all day and I'm finally on my last box. I walk up the stairs, our apartment in on the second to last floor as there is no elevator. I'm absolutely exhausted. I'm on the last flight when someone bumps into me and makes me drop my box, spilling my clothes everywhere. I fall down onto the steps.

"Hey watch where you're going!" I shout.

"I'm so sorry" I hear a voice say. I look up and I'm in absolute awe. He is around my age probably. He has black hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. He is wearing a red long sleeve shirt and blue jeans with converse high tops. He is the most attractive person I have ever met.

"It..it's ok" I manage to say back. He quickly picks up my things and hands them to me.

"Here, I've got to go" he says and runs down the stairs. And I'm still sitting here looking like an idiot with a pile of clothes in my hands.

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When I get back my mom is unpacking dishes into a cabinet. I walk in there and I am so zoned out it's not even funny.

"Are you alright?" My mom asks. I look at her and she looks very concerned.

"Yeah I just, someone bumped into me on my way up" I tell her, keeping certain details to myself. She knows I'm bisexual and she doesn't care, I'm just a very private person.

"Ok well you better start unpacking, you have school tomorrow" she says and I head to my room.

I start unpacking all of my things. I don't really own much, even though my parents are rich. I put all my clothes and my box-of-random-stuff in the small closet and close the accordion style door. I put my picture frame of me and Gabe as kids on my side table. I put my school books, pencil case, and my laptop on my desk with my book bag beside it. I put my record player on the ground with my TØP, AJR, and P!ATD vinyls next to it. I put all my other books on the built-in bookcase. Titles including Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, The Land Of Stories, Simon vs The Homosapiens' Agenda, and The Fault in Our Stars are just a few of them. I put the sheets on my bed and the pillowcase on the pillow. I grab my Avengers comforter out of a box and put it folded at the bottom of my bed. And finally I use thumbtacks to put my Sherlock poster above my bed. That's it my room is complete.

Now that I'm done my mind starts to drift back to that kid. Who was he? Does he live here? How will I find him I don't even know his name? I decide to head downstairs since that's where he was going. I look around and there's no sign of him in the lobby. I go to the front desk and see a middle-aged man with a beard sitting there with a security guard's uniform. He was reading a book and not paying any attention. It was a long shot but maybe he's seen him.

"Excuse me, but did you happen to see a teenage boy with black hair and blue eyes pass through here?" I ask him. He looks up at me without any enthusiasm and hat he has to help me.

"Don't know" he replies and looks back to the book he was reading. I thought for a minute, how am I going to get him to tell me where he went? I look at the book he's reading, Simon vs The Homosapiens' Agenda!

"Well you see, it's just I kind of think that he's really cute and I want to get to know him" I confess to this man that I literally just met. He looks up at me and smiles.

"He went to the library, just through there" he says pointing to a hallway.

"Thank you so much, love that book by the way" I say.

"I do too, name's Bobby" he tells me, extending his hand for me to shake it. I shake it.

"I'm Lucifer" I say.

"Nice to meet you, now go and get that boy ya idjit!" He says enthusiastically and I decide not to question what exactly he means by idjit.

I head down the hallway and through the door labeled library. It was a small room, there was a table in the center and built-in bookcases on every wall. There were a few bookcases that came out from the walls separating the room into three sections. I head through to each section looking for him. It isn't until I get to the last section that I see him looking at some books on a shelf in the far corner. I walk over to him and lean against the shelf.

"Hey" I say. He jumps a little and tightens his hold on a book in his hands.

"Sorry to scare you" I say but he just looks at me strangely and walks away.

"Come back, I want to talk to you" I say following him.

"Listen if this is about me knocking into you in the stairwell, I said I was sorry" he says putting the book down on the table along with several others.

"No it's not, I just don't know anyone here and you seem around my age so I thought we could be friends" I tell him. He looks at me like I'm speaking another language.

"You want to be friends with me?" He asks.

"Yeah" I reply. He laughs.

"Listen you're new here, so you still have a chance. You seem like a pretty cool dude, don't become friends with me" he says sitting down and opening a book.

"But what if I don't want to be friends with anyone else?" I ask rhetorically and sit down next to him.

"Well then that's your problem" he replies not looking up from his book. I reach across the table and poke him in the arm. He looks at the spot where I poked him with wide eyes and then looks up at me.

"I'm sorry" I say with my head down. Then I feel someone poke my arm and look up to see him with this adorable smile on his face. I can't help but smile as well.

"I'm Michael" he says and puts his hand out for me to shake it which I do.

"Lucifer" I reply. He takes his hand back and grabs a piece of paper and pen from the table. He looks back to his book and starts writing things.

"What are you doing?" I ask looking over.

"Homework" he replies.

And then we just stay silent for the next twenty minutes, exchanging glances every now and then, before he closes the book and puts it on top of the pile of other books. He stands up with his paper and pen.

"Are you leaving?" I ask. He nods.

"Well can I come with?" I ask. He looks up at me with the same wide eyes as before.

"No, that's a bad idea" he says. He tries to leave but I grab his wrist and he flinches.

"Can I at least have your phone number or something?" I ask. He looks at me and then grabs my arm, he writes a number on it with the pen in his hand.

"I don't have a cell phone, that's the house phone number. Call me at midnight" he says and yanks his wrist away from me and runs out of the room. I stare at the messy writing on my arm and then at the door frame where he was just standing.

Michael.

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