Could Be His (Stosuh)

Page Seven

Chapter three
(Eyes of purple)

Hosuh groaned, lifting his head from the pillow. He was in his own room, the week spent at Daniel's finally over. Jay had come by every morning since the incident to take him to school, and to top up his hair dye. Somehow, for whatever reason, Hosuh's hair had turned a silver after the night at the bar, and he wasn't able to wash it out. If we were going to be completely honest, he couldn't remember anything that happened after he was crowded at the bar, apart from a blur of light and something purple carrying him to Dan's, which he could only assume was Stephen and his stupidly bright coloured hair.

He hesitantly pulled on some clothes, just a shirt jeans and some shoes, and ran downstairs, hearing the door bell go off continuously. "What, Jay? It's like seven AM..." he grumbled.
"Come on, Ann planned a picnic and I don't know what to make for it because we need to bring something or we aren't allowed to eat!" He whined. "I went to Dan's brother, but he said no and slammed the door on my face."
"Okay? Make some cookies or something... maybe some sandwiches." He suggested. He really was not in the mood to help Jay with anything.

Suddenly, he got a sharp pain in his skull. "Ow!" He hissed, holding his hand to his head.
"Still getting headaches?" Jay asked, worried.
"I told you, they're worse than headaches... I think I've had migraines better than this.." he rubbed his head a bit until the pain went away. "You have any clue what these are? The internet isn't much help..."
"I dunno-"

Jay was cut off by a car approaching. It was big and bulky, unlike Daniel's sleek limo, and had definitely cost a lot more. A woman stepped out, visibly pissed off. "Jay, what the hell did I tell you about not cleaning up after yourself?" She growled.
"Sorry, Mrs Stephen's mom!" He apologised, holding his hands up in defence. That was Stephen's mother? Wonder where he got his shitty attitude from.
"Who the hell is that?" She snapped, pointing at Hosuh. "Is that the 'new' one my son is complaining about?" Jay just nodded.
"That's Hosuh, he's a silver." He answered, obediently.
"A silver? How peculiar... Well, Hosuh, Darling, my door is open anytime." She smiled. Silver? He had heard muffled conversations of the guys getting angry about it, but he had never gotten too invested in the subject.

Hours passed, and Hosuh kept thinking about it. He was cycling to the picnic with Jay, as neither of them had the money to buy their own cars, unlike their rich ass friends. "Hey... what's a silver? You've mentioned it before, but I never really questioned it.."
"A silver is... in a way... like... a cambion, or an incubus. The children of succubi and humans, most often, though it can vary. In this case, silvers are the cambions and greens are like the succubi. Basically, they are very persuasive and are able to affect the way people perceive them." Jay answered, as if Hosuh was going to believe him.
"So you're saying I'm a demon?" Hosuh snorted.
"Yes. You're a demon, Ann is a demon, Daniel is a demon, and Stephen... a demon. You're all different kinds though, and each kind has its problems with control." He confirmed, still cycling at a slower than average speed.
"Oh, yeah? What kind of demon is everyone then?"
"You'll have to wait an see, I don't think the others would be all too happy I told you, anyways...."