I do not own Satan and Me. This is just a drabble to get the category started.
Michael blinked down at the girl below him. Confusion was evident in his light blue eyes, as her steady gaze held his.
No one had ever said they disliked him before. No one! Who was this girl to say any different?
"Why don't you like me?" He asked, slight hurt lacing his angelic voice. Her green eyes blinked up at him in innocence.
"You just act like you're so high and mighty. You need to get off your high horse, and see things from someone else's perspective. Maybe if you thought about someone other than yourself for once, I would like you more."
"But I'm an angel! I'm the epitome of perfect! I think about everyone!"
Natalie shook her head solemnly, "You may believe that, but it isn't evident in your actions. If you think you're perfect, than you obviously aren't. You may not sin, but that doesn't make you perfect. Perfection doesn't come from lack of sin. It comes from thought and effort. You need to work a little harder in the effort department."
Michael continued to stare down at the girl in consideration. A flash of an idea lit up his eyes, and his whole figure seemed to start to glow.
"That's a great idea, Gingersnap! You could teach me how, and then you would have to like me!"
"W-what?!"