When demon, Genesis Norwood finally manages to escape out of the depths of hell, the portal appears in Payton Moormeier's bedroom. How will the demon adjust to life with a teenage human boy?
Kyra back at it again being lazy and not editing her chapters like usual
Anywhore
Genesis's POV:
"So I need to get ready for school. My mom shouldn't try to go in, but if she does, don't let her see you," Payton explained.
"Why can't I go with you?" I asked.
He widened his eyes, "Uh no way."
"Why not?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"There's way too many complications to that so....yeah no." He turned.
"Just take me with there won't be access difficulties. I only want you to bring me," I elaborated in hopes of convincing him.
"Genesis," He managed to remember my name although I couldn't quite remember his, "I'd have to find a way to register you for the school or else they wouldn't let you in. You'd be stuck outside," He explained.
"Oh...then can I watch TV back here?"
"Too much TV is bad for your eyes," He denied.
You're not my mom...
"Why does that matter to you," I crossed my arms.
"You just got here, I don't want to immediately make you blind," He answered.
I rolled my eyes and huffed at the denial of my requests. There was no need for him to "watch over" me and my decisions, even if I appeared clueless.
"Fine, but I'm gonna go change my clothes," I sighed and bent down, fumbling with the zipper of my suitcase that seemed to be stuck at the moment.
"Okay but just change in here because I don't want you leaving the room and it ending in my mom seeing you," He responded.
I looked at him with wide concerned eyes. Surely he wasn't planning on my changing in front of him.
"And I'll leave the room of course," He added. I let out a light breath of relief before returning to my suitcase that was currently being very annoying.
I gripped the small handle of the zipper once again and used slightly more force when sliding it across, allowing it to uncatch from the piece of fabric it was stuck on and open up the case.
"Okay let me know when I can come back," He said. I turned to see him facing the other direction with one hand up indicating a subtle wave. He walked out of the room and calmly closed the door.
I picked out a nice outfit and held it in my arms as I got up from my former crouched position. As I rose, I noticed the open window in the room along with people scattered across the street. While I surveyed the people on the street, my eyes locked on two boys standing in the driveway of the house I was currently in.
I couldn't see them well but they looked similar in age to myself. I looked away for a moment but quickly turned back when I felt something was off, my vision focused back on the boys to reveal they were now staring directly at me. I quickly yanked the curtains closed and backed away from the window.
I hurriedly pulled off my current closed and threw on my new outfit.
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I took a moment to walk over to the mirror in the room and adjusted my hair when I heard a light knock at the door followed by the boy's voice, "Hey you almost done in there?" He said softly.
"Yeah, I'm good you can come in," I said sweetly.
A small creak emitted from the door as he slowly opened it. I turned to him and gave him a light smile. He held a plate in his hands that held a couple waffles embedded in a coat of syrup. His eyes lingered on my silhouette as if he was tracing all of my features with the sharp cut of his eyes.
In a burst of awakening towards his actions, he cleared his throat and turned his entire head so I would only have presence in his peripheral vision. He attempted to make his movements inconspicuous by squinting at the nearby wall as if he were examining something. The fault in his plan, the emptiness of the white painted wall.
"That's weird," He mumbled in hopes of convincing his odd excuses.
You're not slick.
"Uh anyways," He cleared his throat again and turned back to me, "I thought you might be hungry since you didn't have anything to eat all night," He held the plate out to me.
"How did you prepare this in such little time?" I asked as the plate was practically placed into my hands.
"My mom made it. It was supposed to be my breakfast," He responded.
"Wait no...I mean thank you, but I can't take your meal," I held the plate back out to him.
"I would've just given it away to my friends anyways. I never eat breakfast," He said lightly pushing it back.
I gave in and continued to hold the plate, "Thank you," I mumbled and used the fork to shovel a small piece into my mouth. Flavor immediately erupted into my mouth as my eyes widened. Most of the food served in the underworld was horribly bland, unless you visited special taverns that actually carried better-tasting items, a commonplace for Chance. That was most likely the reason she always spit out my tea, she was accustomed to flavor such as this.
I excitedly took another bite and hummed as I continued to eat, receiving a chuckle from Payton.
"You're adorable," He laughed, "Have you never had waffles before?"
"Not ones like this," I said before taking another bite, "This is amazing."
"I can't believe you're this excited over waffles. You're actually so cute," He continued.
I ignored his comment and continued happily eating my new favorite consumable item.
"Okay, I need to go to school. You can stay in here. I don't care what you do, but don't watch too much TV and don't touch the guitars."
I nodded and continued to eat.
Bye," He laughed again.
"Mhm bye," I said reluctantly. My focus was set on the food. He exited the room and shut the door behind him. After a couple moments, I heard the sound of another door closing which I assumed was the boy exiting the front door.
Word COunt: 1095
Author's Note:
Unpopular opinion....waffles are better than pancakes
