The Perfect Crime [ABANDONED]

Now or Never

Lucifer dragged himself out of bed and down the hallway, straight into the bathroom. He needed a shower. What time was it? It was still dark outside, but then again, it was that time of year where it was dark until eight o'clock in the morning and then it got dark again at six o'clock. Lucifer frowned at his reflection in the mirror and pulled out his phone. It was five in the morning. A little earlier than he needed to be up, but he could use the extra time to shower. He had started working at the autobody place down the street, and he had been up late trying to do the homework for school. He needed to get so much done...Lucifer sighed and rested his head on his forearm, which was folded over the counter. He needed sleep. But he wasn't going to get that anytime soon. So he needed a shower. A cold shower to wake him up. But then again, it was so cold outside now that it was October. Maybe he'd take a warm shower. The water would hopefully be enough to wake him out without it being incrdably hot. 

"Lucifer?" Castiel asked. Lucifer looked up from the counter to see his youngest brother standing in the doorway, rubbing his sleepy eyes. 

"What are you doing up, Cassie?" Lucifer asked. "You've still got, like, an hour to sleep!" 

"You got up...when did you go to bed?" Castiel asked. Lucifer shrugged. The answer was three-thirty. He had gotten a total of an hour and a half of sleep. He hadnt slept more than four hours since he stopped talking to Michael. 

"Sort of late. I'm okay though, Cassie. I'm just going to take a shower. And you were up late last night texting Dean," Lucifer said, raising an eyebrow at his brother. He expected Castiel to blush, but he just smiled brightly. Lucifer quirked up the corner of his mouth in response. His brothers were happy. And Lucifer was more than happy about that. How could he not be? It was the only thing that mattered to him. 

It didn't mean that he didn't miss having a taste of that happiness himself. 

It wasn't really like he wished he had Michael the same way that Castiel had Dean. Of course...he did. He would have loved to wrap Michael in his arms and kiss him silly, but he would have settled for a mere hello in the hallways. He would have died from joy if Michael would sit by him in class...and if they could actually be friends...

Lucifer would swear off everything if that meant he could just talk to Michael like they used to. 

"Enjoy your shower," Castiel said, blue eyes filled with understanding. He knew what Lucifer was thinking about. Lucifer couldn't help himself. He knew Castiel wasn't a big hugger, but he pulled his little brother into a hug anyway. 

"Go lay down for a bit longer," Lucifer snapped jokingly. "That's an order!" Castiel rolled his eyes, but trudged back to his room. Lucifer shut the door behind his brother and then turned on the shower. He checked his phone before he started to shower. 

Queen_of_the_Gays: Dude. You've got to present today in Rowena's class. Suck to suck. 

Satan_The_Singer: Goddamn it, I forgot about that. Fudge. 

Queen_of_the_Gays: Fudge? What are you, twelve? 

Satan_The_Singer: In case you've forgotten, my like, six month old niece lives in this house. I can't be swearing up a storm all the time. 

Queen_of_the_Gays: Oh, gotcha. Anyhow, good luck coming up with something to present for her class. 

Lucifer sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. What would he want to say to his soulmate....well, frankly, Lucifer didn't care about his soulmate. Sure, the guy/girl wrote some beautiful poetry. And he's sure that if they would have met before he met Michael, he would have fallen in love with them. But then Michael had shown up, like a monsoon in the desert, all wind and rain and thunder powerful enough to shake him to his core, lightning strong enough to light his heart aflame with passion he didn't know he was capable of. And then just as quickly the clouds were gone and he was standing on the dry sand hoping for just one more drop of rain.