Scott groaned as he rubbed his temples. It seemed another day of typical 9 to 5 with a side of heart break. He looked over to where the cause of his misery was sitting. Ah Allison Argent The only example of perfection in the universe. He couldnt help but sigh as he leaned his chin on his right hand. In all 4 years he has worked for this company..he hasnt once been able to talk to her. Yet every year his infatuatuon with her only grew. "I'm so pathetic." He groaned inwardly.

"Hey Mccall are you coming to the bar with us tonight?" Whitemore asked with a leer. ah..the other cause of his misery.. Jackson Whitemore was the biggest douche in the company and seemed to think he owned the place just because he was recently promoted to supervisor. The last thing he needed was to deal with him after work. "Everyone is coming." Jackson continued as if he was listening to him. "..Lydia and Allison ..even.." Scott snapped his head up in attention.

"Allison is coming?" HE asked at attention causing Jackson to laugh. "Yea not that it matters you don't have a chance with her..you didnt 4 years ago and you don't now."

"I will be there." Scott said firmly.

4 hours later...

Scott gulped down his drink as he steeled himself for the task at hand. There by the bar was none other than Allison Argent...HE could do this..he was just as good as anyone else. With one last deep breath he made his way to the bar and opened his mouth to talk only for another guy to push his way in front of him and lean in to talk to her. After that it all went down hill and he watched at a loss as She was lead out of the bar laughing at something the guy had said. He looked around and noticed much to his dismay that his coworkers and ride had ditched him as well. "This is just great." He groaned. If only things would for once go his way. What did that guy have that he didn't?

"Man..I would give anything for her to be with me." He muttered. Not far off a young beautiful yet nerdy looking young man who didnt even look old enough to be in the bar grinned showeing off far too perfect white teeth. "Anything huh? I wonder if he really means that?" a phone rang and the exorcist theme song played causing him to sigh as he answered it. "I don't care what you say my love this one is mine." He grinned as if knowing what the person on the other end was going to say.

A long suffering but gruff sigh answered him before the voice seemed to give in. "I really can't talk you out of leaving this one alone?" The voice prompted hopefully.

"You always seem to care more about these pitiful humans more than me?" The boy pouted.

"You know thats not what it is about.." The voice growled gruffly in protest. "You have changed..just let go..and if you behave you can maybe even come back home where you belong."

"You know i can't do that..Im a little too..Devilish for that." The boy grinned as his eyes changed from a warm gold to a hollow empty black. "Sides..i think I may like this poor sap."