Nervously, I checked my outfit for the 14th time.
A purple flannel, black skinny jeans and purple vans.
Casual.
It was another five minuets until Michael was coming, so I rang Kat.
"Hello?".
A familiar American accent greeted.
"Hey Kat. It's me, Poppy.".
"Oh, hey Poppy. What's up?".
"I'm getting ready.. I'm hanging out with Michael.".
"The dude with purple hair?".
"Yeah." I giggled. What? I never giggle!
"Oh, is it a date?" She squealed.
"No!" I yelled, maybe a little too defensively.
"Okay, if you say so..." She chuckled.
A loud knock on the door interrupted is.
"That's him now. I've got to go.".
Okay, bye! Have fun on your date...".
"It's not a date!".
I shoved my phone in my back pocket, and ran down the stairs.
I yanked the door open.
"Hey cutie."
"Hi fairy boy.".
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Demon //m.c//
Fiksi Penggemardemon1 ˈdiːmən/ noun 1. an evil spirit or devil, especially one thought to possess a person or act as a tormentor in hell. Book 2 in the Unnatural Series
