"Hey Jayy, wanna go drinking tonight?"

I look up from the book I'm reading and see Dahvie kneeling in front of me on the couch. I can't help but smile at him; he's just so adorable!

"I dunno Dahves," I tease, closing my book. "We have to be up pretty early tomorrow to go to the studio."

"Aw come on," he whines, "Please?"

Dahvie moves closer to me and gives me the puppy dog eyes. God damn him, he knows I can't resist that look!

"Fine," I say defeatedly. Dahvie lets out a cute little giggle and wraps his arms around me.

"We're gonna have so much fun!" he exclaims.

"Damn straight," I respond at check the time on my cell phone. "It's 5:30 now, when do you wanna get going?"

"How about 6? I wanna get changed and fix my hair before we go."

"Don't worry about it," I assure him, "You look great."

"Don't lie to me Jayy," he says, "My hair's a wreck and my clothes don't match. I look awful."

"Dahvie you could never look awful, you're beautiful," I tell him, running my fingers lightly through his black and lavender hair. Dahvie blushes and looks away from me. I haven't told him; but I actually really like, no, love Dahvie. I've felt this way for a while now, but haven't told him yet. Don't get me wrong, I plan on telling Dahvie; but the timing's just never been right.

"Well, I still wanna get changed," he says, getting off of the couch, "I'll be ready soon."

Dahvie leaves the room and I leaf through my book to find my place. I try to continue where I left off, but find myself distracted by thoughts of Dahvie. I shouldn't be hiding my feelings the way I am; it really isn't fair to Dahvie. On top of him meaning the world to me, he's also my best friend. I tell him everything! Well, almost everything. He's noticed I've been acting differently around him, but whenever he asks about it, I get nervous and tell him it's nothing. Yeah, I feel guilty about lying to him, but it just wasn't the time to tell him.

"Ok, all set," Dahvie announces and I turn my head to look at him. He's wearing some zebra-print skinny jeans and a black t-shirt; god he looks incredible.

"All right then," I say, abandoning the book I was holding and standing up. "Let's get going."

Dahvie grabs the keys off of the key ring next to the door and we head out to the car. He gets in the driver's seat and I the passenger; then we start on the trip to the bar. Bewitched blasts through the speakers and I bite back a smile; how suiting. Dahvie definitely has me under his spell; the only difference is I am definitely not living in hell. I'm happy to feel this way about Dahvie, the only thing that could make me happier is if Dahvie feels the same way. And if he doesn't, well I don't know how I'd react to that. I feel like I'd be ok, but I guess I won't know until I tell him.

"We're here," Dahvie says as we pull into the parking lot. He parks the car and yanks the keys from the ignition, "Come on, I wanna get completely smashed!"

"All right," I say, "But remember we have work to do tomorrow."

"Whatever," he tells me, "Now, lets go!"

Dahvie grabs my hand and starts to pull towards the bar. I smile and follow him; I always end up giving him his way. We walk into the bar and order a few rounds of shots before we start pulling down some beer. The two of us make small talk and drink copious amounts of beer. After a few hours of this, some drunk bitch turned some club music on on the jukebox and people took the cue to start dancing with each other. Looks like fun.

"Wanna dance?" I ask him. He looks a little unsure, which I understand. Everyone who's dancing is grinding so close to each other they might as well be fucking. Dahvie pulls down the rest of his beer and slams the bottle down on the table.

"Let's do it," he says and I smile. I grab his hand and pull him towards the makeshift dance floor the other people have made. We start to move in rhythm to the music and my hands find their way to Dahvie's hips. We grind on each other for the remainder of the song and the next song that clicks on is a ballad. The tempo of the music slows and both of us stop moving. I can't help but stare at him; he's so beautiful. My gaze falls to his full lips and my hand goes to the side of his face to cup his cheek; the temptation is just too great. I softly press my lips against his and I feel Dahvie tense up in response. He pulls away from me and blushes.

"Jayy, I'm sorry," he tells me, avoiding my gaze. "I thought we were just dancing. I had no idea."

"Dahvie, I love you," I tell him, "I've wanted to tell you that for a long time."

"Jayy," he says awkwardly, "I'm sorry. I'm flattered, but I've only ever seen you as a friend. And that's all we'll ever be."

I stare in disbelief at Dahvie's words. God damn it, I knew this would happen. I always thought I'd be ok if Dahvie ever rejected me; boy was I ever wrong. My heart feels like it's literally been ripped in half; it hurts so bad.

"Are you ok?" Dahvie asks me.

"Fine," I snap, fighting tears.

"You sure?" he presses.

"Yes!" I growl, "Just, I need a minute."

If Dahvie said anything I didn't hear it. I pull away from him and run into the bathroom. Once there I let the tears I've been holding back come out. Why did I have to fall for the one person who doesn't want me back?

"You and your boyfriend get in an argument?"

The masculine voice draws my attention and I see a tall man leaning against the wall. His long blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail, he's wearing a pair of black leather pants and a red vest and his eyes gleam a demonic red color.

"He's not my boyfriend," I hesitantly admit.

"Really? That's a shame," the man says.

"Yeah," I say, "I'd give anything for him to love me back."

"Anything?" the stranger muses.

"Yes, absolutely anything," I tell him and the man smiles eerily.

"Well, it just so happens that I specialize in these kind of things."

"You do?"

"Yes, I do. And I think we should make a deal."