Angel Fire

CHAP₮ER V

Black. Black; just everywhere. Damn black. Why black though? Why couldn't it be blue or purple? They're some pretty depressing colors but at least they had substance. Unless it was the hue of blue that Damon's eyes were...

"Pipes?" Damon. Sweet, sweet Damon. I opened my eyes. I was in that damn hospital bed again! I looked around. I was still in the same room. That lady was still here, and so was Damon, but they were the only ones. Other than stupid angel boy. He was smiling at me a strange way; like one of those moms in a paper towel commercial where their kid spills some juice and BAM BAM! PAPER TOWELS TO THE RESCUE OF ALL YOUR PROBLEMS! I must of had a deja vú dream or something. #Creppy AF!

I looked back at Damon. He always looked perfect, but now there was something different. A strange glimmer in his eye. Almost like he knew something I didn't.

"What is it?" I asked.

He just shook his head and smiled wider, a shy smile, this time looking more at the ground than me.

"You're just... Beautiful," he says softly.

I die inside. Literally die. He holds my hand a little tighter and I flush crimson and I spurt out "I love avocados,".

He laughs so beautifully and I die. Again. The lady behind Damon mumbles something about coffee and walks out the door. She looks tired.

"You're a bullshit piece of crap," I say.

An expression of mock hurt comes over his face before a smile comes back. He opens his mouth, about to tease me back, when someone coughs in the background. Damon scowls and yells back, angry at the person for ruining our moment, "Get out of here Aster!"

I whip my head to the side. Angel. Boy. Is. Right. Behind. Us. I flip my shit and almost fall off of the bed. Damon looks like a deer in headlights before pulling me back onto the hospital bed.

"What the hell man? You know him?"

Damon scowls again. He looks conflicted, like there is again something I don't know.

"Pipes, I honestly can't tell you right now. We have to get you out first," says Damon.

"We?"

"Yes, we."

"As in angel boy has to be here?"

Damon sighs, frustrated. How is it possible for someone to be so cute?

"Yes, as in Aster has to help."

"Wait. I thought his name was Antriel," I say.

"I also said that I am called many different names, you peasant," Angel boy rolls his eyes.

Now its my turn to scowl at angel boy. He is starting to ruin my life.

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"Alright, everyone ready?"

Yes. No. Maybe. I really don't care anymore. I just want to leave this hospital. It smells like... disgusting. Like fruit dipped into cleaning solution. I hate it.

I also just learned angel boy is basically magic. The guy walked into the bathroom and came back out a second later with some hospital gowns and scrubs. I have no idea where they came from. Probably from out of his ass. At least I got to see Damon shirtless and pantless when he changed since angel boy took the bathroom because heaven forbid anyone see his probable perfect body and and shinny abbs and bi-... yeah no. I'd take Damon over this guy any day and Damon had a better butt.

Five minutes later I was being wheeled out of my room to the elevator. Thank the good Lord we weren't seen by any people that probably knew me or were at all familiar; getting past them was out of the question. As soon as we got to the elevator, we got in. Only a slight problem. It wasn't empty. Damon and the other guy had said they had stashed some of my clothes in the top of the elevator. Who the hell stashes clothes at the top of the elevator? Of course this is what happens when you let boys make the plans.

Somehow with his angel powers Antriel gets the clothes with out anyone seeing and we walk onto the next floor and into a closet so I can change.

Damon shuts the door behind him.

"Ok, what now?" He says.

"Turn around,"

"What?"

"Turn. Around."

He seems to finally understand.

"But you got to see me with my clothes off!"

"True, but you don't care and I think you wanted me to see you without a shirt on anyway,"

He scrunches up his nose but mutters "True..." as he turns around. I smile. He's literally the most adorable person I have ever seen.

"Can you hurry up already? I have better things to do than to babysit a few kids," says angel boy.

"You literally don't. Shut up." Damon snaps. I'm glad he said it before I did.

I quickly change, not only because there is an ongoing plan in action but there are also two boys right behind me who are right at that age and I'm not about to take any of those chances, even though one is an angel and one is my boyfriend. Except Antriel is probably like... fifty billion years old because he's an angel. What ever. I bet he doesn't get any action anyway.

"I'm not fifty billion years old," he says. I don't even need to see his face to know he's rolling his eyes.

"Can you like? Not?" I ask. Why is reading my mind allowed? Doesn't that go against the free will thing where God lets you do whatever you want?

Angel boy sighs. This little shit probably just read my mind again.

Five minutes later I walk out of the closet. Literally. I am very much in love with Damon. I don't know about Antriel though. The irony.

I love Damon so much. He bought me new clothes. He even bought me new underwear. Boyfriend goals. I walked out of that hospital ten minutes later with some skinny jeans, maroon vans, a maroon shirt and a leather jacket. On top of that, he got me some aviator sunglasses. He definitely has style.

"Ok, what now?" I ask.

Damon and Antriel share a look.

"Uhh..." Damon scratches his head.

"Did you not think this far ahead?" I ask.

Damon gives me a look of shame.

"Actually, we did plan this out but..."

"But what?" I ask.

Antriel smiles at me.

Shit.