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Andy nodded her head as she put a few more shirts into the drawer. "Heh, yeah," she chuckled. She probably would actually enjoy having Blaise around. He seemed nice and polite enough. And he was also kind of cute. Stop that, Andy, she scolded herself. You've got Darryl.. You can't be cheating on him.

"Where would you like to go eat? Any suggestions?" the blonde asked Blaise. She wasn't picky, although she wasn't a huge fan of Mexican food. It made her sick. Other than that, she doesn't mind eating whatever. She did, however, really prefer Chinese food.

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Asher smiled a little. "Thank you. You're too kind," he thanked. He had never known someone being this nice to him. Mom didn't love him, and she never paid much attention to him. His brother hated him and the fact he wasn't heterosexual. Asher never actually considered himself gay. He didn't exactly know what he was. All he knew was that he just wasn't into girls. He really wasn't that into guys, either, although he did find a few guys cute.

Asher wondered curiously for a moment what sexuality Jay was, then he dismissed the thought. He had just met the guy. He felt that it would be very awkward to ask for the sexuality of a person he just met. Instead, Asher thought for a moment about what he could talk about before he asked, "Which of your friends live on my road?"

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Gerard sighed, getting up and walking towards the door. He was wearing a hoodie with the name of his college on it and a pair of gray sweatpants. That was what he usually slept in. He ran a hand through his dark hair as he opened the door. The dark haired male froze when he saw Elijah standing at the door.

At first, Gerard wanted to shut the door in his face. However, he knew he wouldn't be able to do that with a good conscience. It was raining, after all. He let out a small sigh, then he spoke, "Elijah. It's been a while." He stepped back, allowing the other male to be able to come inside. "Here. Get out of the rain before you get sick. Maybe you can explain why you're here."

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Asher tilted his head to the side a little. He didn't know the boy by name, but he recognized the description. He had seen him around before. "I think I know who you're talking about. Not personally, but I think I've seen him before." He had a bad habit of remembering people's faces and not their names.

Asher was listening to the song a little more before he asked, "What kind of music do you listen to?" Call it a cliche question, but Asher liked asking people about what music they liked. He felt like he could really only connect with other people with music. Anything other than that was difficult for him to connect with. Especially considering he was not exactly someone people would like to be friends with and try to find music interest in.

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Asher nodded his head a little. When he was asked the same question, he paused for a moment. He listened to a small variety of music. Usually just rock, and the different branches of rock. He also, for some reason, really enjoyed listening to orchestra music.

"Well," he replied, scratching the back of his neck, "I usually listen to rock. Particularly hard rock or metal." The corners of his lips curved up into a smile. "Although, I also really enjoy listening to classical orchestra. Like Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart. I know not many people listen to it now, but it's got a nice sound to it." He paused. "That, and I enjoy the occasional Elton John." He had no explanation for his liking to Elton John. He enjoyed his music. That's all he could really say.

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Gerard shut the door behind Elijah as he walked in. He crossed his arms over his chest as he listened to the other male. His jaw clenched a little, but he forced himself to relax. All this time he had been gone, and he expected forgiveness just like that? Gerard cleared his throat. "I, uh.. I'm sorry to hear about your new boyfriend cheating on you." That hurt to hear himself say that. At least he knows what it feels like, a small voice in his head chimed in.

The dark haired male sighed. "Here's the deal. I'm not gonna throw you out into the rain. I'm not heartless. However, I'm not gonna promise you anything. I'll decide whether or not I can trust you enough to be in a relationship with you again." There. He said it. That was the honest truth. He definitely wasn't gonna run Elijah out, but he was not promising getting back together.

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Asher flashed him a grin. "I'm full of surprises, Jay," he chuckled. "Although I guess nobody would expect someone like me to like classical or Elton John." He didn't mind the stereotyping as much as he used to. He had been desynthesized to it through school and his home life. Especially with his mom and brother. His brother knew about his sexuality, and he assumed a lot about Asher.

The redhead ran his fingers through his hair, not thinking about his hair still being wet. His hair stuck up a little without him realizing it. "I think we're getting close to my house," he commented, his hazel gaze following the houses that passed the windows.

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Gerard paused for a moment, gazing around his apartment. He still had to finish some more work on the essay. "Uh.. I've got some work I need to finish up," he replied, "I don't really care what you do, just nothing crazy. If you're hungry, I have some pizza in the fridge and maybe some other stuff. You can sleep in my bed, and I can take the chair. I usuall fall asleep in it anyways while working."

Gerard sat down at his chair, but he didn't start working immediately. He was still trying to get use to the fact that his ex boyfriend was there. I mean, we lose contact for years, and I'm met with this guy outside my door saying he also got cheated on and has nowhere to go? he thought. Not to mention he wants to get back together. That thought made the dark haired male's stomach churn. If Elijah wanted to get back together, then he'll have to really make it up to him.

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Asher nodded his head. He glanced at the other male from the corner of his eye. Jay was actually kind of cute. It was probably a horrible thing to think, considering he just met the guy, but he couldn't help it. It helped him give an idea of what a person would be like. Yeah, yeah, Asher knew the whole 'don't judge a book by his cover' thing, but it's human nature. He's going to judge a person one way or another.

Soon, Asher spotted his house. It was smaller than some of the surrounding houses, and it was an ash gray color. "There. The gray one," he spoke, pointing his index finger in the general direction of the house. He was a bit disappointed to leave Jay so soon, but then again he could see him during school. But what if he doesn't want to be seen with me? he suddenly thought.

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Gerard gave a small nod of his head. He picked his laptop up, opening it back up to his essay. For a moment, he just stared blankly at the essay. He couldn't think about his essay at the moment. He let out a small sigh, running his hand through his hair. Elijah had messed up his train thought. He probably wouldn't be able to work much more tonight. However, he knew he wouldn't be able to go to sleep yet. His brain was too wired.

He closed his laptop down, taking a long sip of his coffee as he sat back in his chair. He gazed at the wall at nothing in particular. It felt weird to him, to have somebody in the apartment with him. He had been so used to it being empty.

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Asher blushed a little. He actually wanted to be friends? That was definitely a first. "Oh, um.. I mean, I'd like to be friends if you want to," he spoke, nervously stuttering a little at first. "You'd be the first, that's for sure." Asher knew he wasn't the kid people usually wanted to be friends. That's why he was so surprised that Jay wanted to be friends with him.

Asher ran a hand through his hair, taking the piece of paper and sliding it carefully into his jacket pocket. He would put it into his phone later. "I'll be seeing you, then," he flashed a smile at Jay. "See you tomorrow." He opened the door to the car, picking up his binder and exiting the car. The rain had slowed to a small drizzle, which he greatly appreciated.

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Lucifer is, ironically, an angel. One night, Lucifer is patrolling earth for demons when he meets your (Y/C), who is a demon. They find Lucifer attractive, and they proceed to flirt with the angel. Lucifer is stubbornly trying to ignore you and your advances, but he ends up getting flustered and not able to ignore it any longer. After making more small talk, Lucifer must leave. (Y/C), being the cocky demon they are, kisses Lucifer. The archangels are not happy about it, and they banish Lucifer to earth as a fallen angel. Hurt and alone, Lucifer begrudgingly goes back to (Y/C). They let the fallen angel stay in their home. As (Y/C) teaches Lucifer to stay on the earth, Lucifer begins having feelings for the demon. However, unknown to him, the angels are trying to find (Y/C). Will the angels find (Y/C), or will Lucifer and (Y/C) be able to live a life together?

All I ask of you is to post more than one sentence in response. I would also appreciate proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation. I'll accept typos-- I get them all the time.

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Lucifer's favorite time of day was night. It was when he was able to go to earth and patrol it for demons. It was when he was able to leave the heavens and take a break from all the archangels telling him to do stuff. One in particular was a bossy blonde named Katherine. Lucifer never really found many demons. He had a few run ins with some, but they usually left without a fight. Mostly because most demons in their right minds would fear angels. Granted, Lucifer was a lower level angel with not as many powers as an angel like Katherine.

Lucifer had flown into a shaded forest before he let his white wings disappear into his back. He was forced to do that on earth so humans couldn't recognize him as a demon. As of the moment, he looked like an average teenager wandering around innocently in the woods. The only difference is that demons would be able to smell his scent to be an angel. His dark brown eyes gazed around the woods as he quietly hummed to himself. That, and demons could usually sense the presence and power of an angel. Some sort of sixth sense, he guessed. They never taught him much about demons. Lucifer shoved his hands into his pockets as he continued walking. So far, nothing was out of the ordinary. He paused in his steps as he suddenly felt something shift in his aura. It was a demon, but where? He gazed around, staying relaxed. After all, demons could smell fear.

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When Asher got inside, he closed the door and put his back to the door. He didn't realize it before, but his heart was gently thudding in his chest, faster than usual he might add. He put his hand over his chest. What the hell? Why did his heart flip out like that?

"Asher?" a woman's voice boomed through the house. It scared him, and he jumped before he called back, "Y-yes?" He walked further into the house to see his mother and his brother. His mother was a short lady with short black hair. She was sitting at the bar, working on something on the computer. His brother looked like him, except that his hair was short and as black as his mother's. His hair use to be black, but he dyed it red. New personality, new hair color. "Why do you look so flustered?" the lady leered at him. His brother, whose name was Bryce, spoke up. "He probably was flirting with some f.ggot." Asher ignored his brother, and he lied, "I just ran home." She narrowed her eyes, but she didn't question him further. He held up his binder. "I'm just.. gonna go on ahead to my room. I've got work." Without saying much else, he headed upstairs.

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When Asher got to his room, he changed out of his clothes, which were still damp. He put on a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt. He placed his binder on his desk, then he remembered Jay's phone number in his pocket. He walked over to his jacket, which was laying on the bed. He pulled the slip of paper from the pocket, studying the numbers for a moment. The redhead picked up his phone and put his number in the phone. There. Now he had a contact.

He sat at his desk, staring at his phone. Should he text Jay yet? Would that make him seem really desperate or needy? He silently debated, then decided to text just so Jay would have his number. 'Hey, it's Asher.' He sent the text and sat his phone on the desk. While he waited to see if he would respond, he opened his binder and tried to find his homework.

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When he found the homework, he heard his phone buzz. He glanced towards it, surprised. He hadn't expected Jay to reply as quickly as he did. Or, at least, he almost hadn't expected him to text back at all. 'Why would you think that?' he asked without thinking too much of it before he hit send.

As soon as he did, his brother opened the door to his room. He groaned, putting his phone face down on his desk. "What do you want?" he snapped. Bryce smirked. "Nothing. Just checking to see if you were even working, and I figured you weren't. You've confirmed my suspicions." Asher picked up a baseball that was sitting on his desk and chucked it at Bryce. "Piss off," he snapped at his older brother. Bryce flipped him off before leaving the room.

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Asher, still a bit mad about Bryce, glanced up when his phone buzzed. He wrote down the answer to the problem he was on before checking the message. 'I can understand that. Oh, by the way, I might not reply anymore after a few minutes. Don't worry, it may just mean that I've been grounded. Long story short, I threw a baseball at my brother.'

He chuckled quietly at himself after he sent the message. Maybe this is why people hate you, he thought to himself. You piss them off because of your impulsive behavior. Honestly, he hated himself sometimes. He picked up his pencil and continued working on his homework. Ugh. He hated doing math homework.

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Asher was on one of the last problems when he heard his phone vibrate. He picked it up, checking Jay's reply. He grinned really big. 'He came in my room and was arguing with me. He wouldn't leave, so I threw it at him and told him to go away.'

Before he could hit send, the door to his room opened again. He glanced up to see his mother standing there. "Asher Thomas Baxton, why did you throw a baseball at your brother?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The redhead replied nonchalantly, "He came in my room and wouldn't leave." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Do it again and you're grounded. Bryce has a bruise now. Just thought you'd know." With that, she turned on her heel and walked off. Asher turned back to his desk. 'And Mom just informed me I'm not grounded yet, so I'm good for now.' He added that, and then he hit send.

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Asher chuckled at Jay's response. 'Right? He's just butthurt about it because I can actually chuck a baseball hard enough to give him a bruise.' Did he feel bad about hitting his brother? Not in the slightest. Bryce had hurt him plenty of times, both physically and emotionally. He was sick of his older brother. He was twenty one, and for some reason he was still living with them. It annoyed the hell out of him, especially since he never even worked.

Asher sighed quietly, then he gazed back at his homework. He had to finish one last question. With that, he started working on the last question. He was ready for it to be over with.