In Love with Lucifer

City of Love

As soon as I get home the next day, I start packing. I always over-pack, but today I'm not gonna, because-

'You're not gonna pack at all.' Lucy smiles, shutting my suitcase.

'What?'

'You heard me! Now LET'S GO!'

'Wait, you didn't explain why-'

We're in Paris already. I give Lucy the biggest death glare ever.

'If looks could kill...' He says, turning pale. 'Oh wait...' He stumbles over. 'They can...'

I check for his pulse. It's not there. 'Lucy? I know you're messing with me.'

He doesn't answer. 'Lucy, I'm sorry. Thanks for bringing me to Paris, even if you wouldn't let me pack.'

He opens his eyes. 'There we go.'

'I hate you.'

Our hotel is 5 stars. We had LOBSTERS for dinner, and we had them IN BED watching TV. After watching our second movie (or rather, acted as background characters in it in a weird, double awareness thing), I'm getting tired.

'I'm gonna go brush my teeth. Goodnight, Lucy.'

'Why bother?' He grins, clicking his fingers. 'All the bacteria in your mouth before are now dead.'

'Wow, you can DO THAT?' I'm impressed, to be honest.

'Yeah I can! I'm PRACTICALLY a second God, remember?'

I laugh. I wish I could tell 15- year- old me that one day I'd be friends with the devil, on a weekend trip to Paris with him. He'd think I was crazy.

'He would.'

'Stop reading my thoughts!'

'I like to check that you don't hate me sometimes!'

'Why would I hate you?'

'Even the devil gets insecure.' I laugh. I'm so tired; anything seemed funny to be honest.

'I'm sleepy.' I think aloud.

'Okay Mr. I- don't- need- sleep, so I was right after all.'

'Shut up.'

'Okay sleepyhead, go to sleep then.' He says, putting his arm around me and pulling me close. Like, really close.

Not that I mind or anything.

I close my eyes and try to sleep, but my face feels uncomfortably hot. I'm just not used to people showing this much affection to me, you know?

'Sure, that's what it is.' Lucy looks at me, winking theatrically.

'Shut.' I keep forgetting that he can read my thoughts.

'I thought you were tired? Go to sleep.'

'I hate you.' I cuddle into him.

'I'm no Sherlock but-'

'If you don't shut the FRONT DOOR, I'll-'

'You'll what? Make me?'

I have the best idea. The brightest most fabulous idea I've had in a while.

'Maybe I will~' I lean towards him, then, at the last second, shove a pillow in his face. 'Goodnight!'

And just like that, I got Satan to shut the fuck up. That's pretty empowering, to be honest.

'You wish-'

'Let me sleep or so help me God-'

'I doubt he'll help you after you've befriended me.'