Chapter One: Part ThreeMature

I woke up feeling quite happy, thanks to my day off. Pushing the duvet away with my feet, I looked over at the alarm clock on my bedside table. It was about ten o'clock and the sun was streaming through my window; I hadn’t closed the curtains.

I swung my legs over the side and placed my feet onto the soft carpet, which I couldn’t feel through the shoes I’d slept in. Getting up, I heard noise in the kitchen beneath me. Walking down the stairs, I heard Lucifer talking to himself like he often did.

“Lucifer?” I called.

“Yeah?” he replied.

I entered the kitchen after kicking my shoes off in the hall.

“Did you sleep in your clothes last night?” he asked.

“No, I thought it would be a good idea to wear yesterday’s clothes after kicking them around a bit to achieve a perfect ‘I-just-got-out-of-bed’ look,” I joked.

“There’s no need to be sarcastic,” he moaned.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“I’m making breakfast,” he responded.

“Sorry, I misheard; I thought you said you were making breakfast.”

He rolled his eyes. “I can cook, you know.”

“When did you learn to cook?”

“The last time I got trapped here, I had to learn to cook. Of course, things were rather more primitive then. And I watch you cook, so that helps.”

“Oh, speaking of cooking, we need to go shopping sometime in the next few days as the freezer’s nearly empty.”

He nodded and returned to cooking. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with water and sat down at the island in the centre of the room. Within five minutes, Lucifer was placing an omelette in front of me and sitting down.

“Mm, yum,” I said, digging in. “So, why exactly are you making breakfast this morning?”

He shrugged and swallowed. “I was bored, and you always make breakfast so I thought it was past time I helped.”

“You made breakfast for us, because you were bored?”

“I give up with you,” he said, rolling his eyes.

We sat in silence as we ate. Lucifer was deep in thought, off in a complete world of his own. I watched him for a little bit, before he snapped out of it and got back to eating.

“What were you thinking about?” I asked.


“Just then, what were you thinking about?”

“Just stuff. Like how I’m going to scare people at the reading.”

“Oh, why did I have to ask?”

He grinned at me. “My dear, I honestly don’t know.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Aidan stopped by last night. I think he wanted to talk to you. I said he could join us for movies today.”

Lucifer nodded slowly. “I spoke to him this morning.”

“What did he want?” I asked curiously.

He shook his head. “Nothing for you to worry about.”

I frowned at him. He just shook his head again.

The End

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