Help Me... [Rewrite]

Chapter 2 - Talk

Anything in italics is being said in the person's head - Hello

Anything in bold italics is the demon talking to the person - Hello

Anything in brackets is a note - [Hello]

It's about 20:24

~Martins POV~

After the agonizing walk home, I finally got the ability to go and argue with him all I wanted. I went to my room and set down my keys and my phone. Hey, what the fuck was all of that bullshit?!

Heh, I don't know what you're talking about~.

Whatever, we're talking after I eat.

Have fun with that...

He was so fucking, just...AGH. He has to fuck up everything that's going well; I liked it when he was asleep, which sadly isn't often.

As I was walking to the kitchen, I was thinking of what I should make. Pizza, eggs, waffles? "Hmm." I felt in the mood for pizza, so I started to make the dough. Ooo, pizza. Nice choice.

Ew, he's here. What do you want...

What? Can I not watch you make your pizza?

There's really no need, but as long as you don't bug me. I didn't really think about what I said since cooking is the only thing I'm focused on, considering that I haven't had anything in a while.

Aww I won't, my little Marty~. I felt my cheeks slightly warm, trying to ignore it. I hated when he did that.

After mixing everything, I laid out some flour and started to knead the dough. Sexy handwork you got there.

I thought you weren't gonna bug me. I heard him giggle.

Can't I give you a compliment?

Is it important at the moment? You could at least wait until I'm not busy.

Okay...but you have a smooth, repetitive motion when kneading the dough, it amuses me; just like how you have one when you use your hands on my-

No! I knew what he was going to say and I didn't want to hear it. I heard him laugh again, enjoying my embarrassment.

After kneading for a bit, I put it in a bowl and let it sit. Now you can talk.

Ah, well I have nothing to say now.

Mmm... Well, there goes that. Waiting for the dough to rise, I played some random shit on my phone for the slow 10 minutes to pass.

Oh, I remember what I was going to say; how did you like your little love session with Simon~?

I was silent for a bit before I answered. Could we talk about something else maybe?

Why? Too scared to admit you like Simon? 

I felt my face get warm. Too scared to admit I like him as a friend? No.

That's not what I meant and you know it. You even blushed.

I felt myself get warmer. Can we just leave this alone for now?

But earlier you said that you wanted to talk about it?

Y-Yeah, but...not about the love part.