Amber sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV. All the lights in the house were off, and thunder clapped every now and again, along with a flash of lightning that she could see outside the window beside the TV set. She sighed in disgust. Nothing appeared to interest her.
Rolling her eyes, she shut the TV off, and sat in the fairly dark room. It was 7:20 PM, the sun was already setting, but hidden behind the heavy storm clouds that hovered in the dimming sky. She pushed herself back into the cushion that propped her up on the couch, and exhaled as she gazed up at the ceiling.
"Bored?" The Devil appeared next to her, mimicking the position she was in on the sofa.
Amber shifted her head to face him, not surprised to find him there. "Idle hands are the Devil's workshop, I suppose?" She snickered, humoring herself. He only smiled in response.
"I'm guessing you have another soul you want me to catch."
"Actually, no. Like you just said, 'Idle hands are the Devil's workshop'…" His smile widened as he spoke. Amber sat up, and turned to face him, her legs still folded beneath her.
"I have something I want you to do for me." The Devil added, his head turned to face her, still laying back.
Amber furrowed her brow, as she thought, What the hell does he want me to do, now?
"Oh nothing that involves much effort." Satan smirked, locking his fingers and resting his hands on his lap.
"Really." Amber expected him to respond to her thoughts… I guess nothing is private anymore.
She got up and scuffed her feet over the carpet as she made her way into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a chocolate pudding cup, followed by a plastic spoon that she grabbed from the many that grouped together in a small plastic cup on the counter.
"I'll just take a shot in the dark here, and assume you don't want one, right?" Amber held up the pudding cup, over the bar, towards him.
"Hey, last time I checked, I'm not on a diet." The Devil said, and held out his arm, over the back of the couch.
Amber rolled her eyes again, and tossed the pudding cup to him. "Nice arm! Ever play baseball?" He reached out with his other hand as Amber threw him a spoon.
"Not in a team, just with a friend, once or twice." She replied, getting herself a pudding cup and spoon, then jogging back into the living room.
She jumped back onto the couch, next to him, where she sat before, and crossed her legs again.
"Yeah, he always hit you in the face with the ball." The Devil began to laugh as he opened the pudding cup and shoveled the spoon into it. Amber stared at him, speechless for a minute. "STALKER!" She leaned forward and shoved him with just enough pressure to make him rock towards the edge of the chair. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah that's right, I pushed you." Amber sneered, wrinkling her nose at him, before tugging at the tab on her pudding.
"I haven't thought about that in a long time… bastard." She mumbled to herself, remembering blocked out memories from her childhood.
I'd like to see him get a ball in the face…
A large toothy grin appeared on the Devil's face.
"How cliché. Honestly, you think I didn't notice? Bringing back bad memories… really, are you running out of ideas?"
Amber spooned a towering scoop of pudding into her mouth.
"Well, it's kind of funny, really." The Devil began, his smile never fading.
"Little ol' Tommy is here in town… and-"
"WHAT?" Amber almost spewed pudding from her mouth. "You know… you can't… why?"
He started to laugh. "Hey, I didn't have anything to do with it. Fate is just fate." He looked up to the ceiling and back to face her.
"Prick." Amber mumbled, setting her pudding cup onto the coffee table. She suddenly lost her appetite.
"Who me?" Satan looked at her in a matter of disgust. "I didn't do it, don't blame me, blame him." He pointing his finger upwards.
She looked at him; "I was calling him a prick too. Don't feel special."
Just as Amber said that, a loud thunder clapped, and a bright flash of lightning lit up her whole house. When she turned to look at the Devil, he was gone. As usual.
"Don't even bother telling me why Tom's here…" She rolled her eyes as she got up to turn the light on.
When she turned back around for the couch, the Devil sat in the same place he did before.
Amber jumped in surprise. He usually didn't come back like that, she didn't expect it.
He sat there smiling. "Where did you go?" She frowned.
"Oh, I just went to the kitchen to throw away the empty container." He shrugged, still grinning.
"You have to stop doing that. It's getting creepy."
"Good. Glad to know what finally freaks you out." The Devil chuckled.
"Oh, you don't freak me out. It's just the way you act sometimes… you're just so damn clingy!" Amber laughed.
"You know, I bet I'm the first person you've met who isn't afraid of you. Don't you find that weird?" She added. "You put me in Hell, and I still ended up calling you a prick." A smile spread across her face.
"Fools tread where angels fear to go." The Devil raised both eyebrows at her and shook his finger.
Arrogant bastard.
Amber sighed gruffly.
"So why is Tom here… and why did you even bother telling me?"
"Well, because him and I made a deal… in exchange for his soul, he'd get to see you once more before he dies." The Devil smirked.
Amber grimaced at the thought of being around Tom again.
Why the fuck does he want to see me again? One last baseball in the face before he gets dragged into Hell?
"It didn't matter that he sold his soul to me anyway. He was already going to Hell… but I was in a good mood, and incase he ever thought of repenting… I thought I'd seal the deal." He was full of himself, as always.
"Good. I hope he burns. But I'm not going to see him. I might end up shooting him in the head." Amber said, that last part more than likely sarcasm.
"Hey, hey! I have to keep my end of the bargain, or he keeps his soul. Plus, you have to see him within this week. He'll be dead on Tuesday. Tragic car accident. Tsk, tsk. Those darn drunk drivers."
"So what? You said he's already going to Hell. It's not like he's going to ask Mr. Goody-two-shoes up there, for forgiveness before Tuesday."
"Ah, but see the problem is… what if he does?"
"Oh you're so negative." Amber scoffed, pulling her long sleeves over her hands.
The Devil leaned in, so that he was only a few inches from her face. They locked eyes and he frowned. "You are going to see him this week, whether you like it or not. I'm not putting my good name in jeopardy just for your selfish comfort."
Amber backed away from him. "Number one, you don't have a good name, and number two, GET A BREATH MINT! For the love of my lungs, brush your teeth or something! Jeez."
Satan squinted his eyes, until they were just a glinting sparkle under the living room light. His frown didn't cease.
Amber could tell she was pissing him off. She had an urge to continue her pestering at him, but her common sense got the best of her. She nodded and sighed again.
"Just give me the time and date, and I'll be there. But all he does is SEE me! That was the deal and we're keeping to specifics here, understand?"
Just as she finished, the Devil had again, disappeared. This time, he wasn't coming back until he felt like it.