Author's Note: sorry for forgetting to write on my other two chapters. also sorry this chapter's so short. my dear friend is drawing pictures for the chapters which i will post when i get them. also, please review! i need to know if people like this or not. thank you to Raven Mosley for adding my story to her favorites. it made me happy.
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Crowley groaned. It was ten in the morning, and he hadn't wanted to wake up that early anyway. Yesterday had been a blur after Lindsey left. The demon was confused. He hadn't gotten what she meant about feelings. Humans and their feelings. What a load of rabbit dung.
He grudgingly made himself a cup of coffee, anxiously awaiting Aziraphale's promised call. In the meantime, he mulled over that girl.
How the hell did she know about our Arrangement? He growled to himself. I'm pretty certain I never blurted that bit out when I was drunk. Hell, she shouldn't have even been to that club with me. She was under age. How did she get in, anyway?
Oh, he remembered. I wished her in.
He heard a car screech to a halt outside of his apartment. He vaguely wondered what idiot it was.
The door flew open, and a tall demon stepped through into Crowley's flat.
"Hastur." Crowley said, shutting his eyes and turning away. "What are you here for?"
"Just to check up on you, little imp," Hastur grinned, sitting down at Crowley's kitchen table and taking a drink of his coffee. "You're not the most trustworthy of us."
"I thought demon's weren't supposed to trust each other," Crowley retorted, finally looking at the Duke of Hell opposite him. Hastur's human form was tall, thin, and Italian.
"Well, no one down there's very happy with you right now," Hastur said casually, propping his feet up on the table. "What with you, oh, y'know, stopping the Apocalypse and all."
Crowley pressed his lips into a thin line and looked down at his hands.
"Also, we were wondering about you and that angel."
"What about us?" Crowley said quickly, jerking his head upwards.
"Well," Hastur said, toying with him now, "You two just seem so close. Angels and demons don't mix, Crowley. You know that."
"We're not close at all," Crowley replied doggedly. "He's just an acquaintance. I talk to him only because he's the only other being that's been here on Earth for the last six millennia. It gets rather boring. Of course, all he talks about is books, which isn't much better." Crowley attempted a grin and failed.
"Uh huh," Hastur drawled, uninterested. "Then why do you have lunch every now and then?"
Crowley stomach lurched some more. "I've been tricking him into thinking he's my friend for a while. He often gives me information on Heaven and what they're doing. He likes doing lunch, and I'd rather not blow my information source."
"Yeah," Hastur's lovely face twisted into a maniacal grin. "Good job, demon. I'll be leaving now. Keep your toes on the line."
And he was gone. Crowley heaved a sigh of relief and put his head in his hands. Why today? He thought. Why? Today was going to be great.
I need to stop thinking about Aziraphale.
Crowley realized that in a short, sharp moment. It blinded him for a second, then left his mind pure, blank, and made up.
I don't love Aziraphale. He's my friend. My best friend. I don't love him because if I loved him this whole thing would go down the drain and I'd lose his company and also be taken off the Earth. I don't love him.
With his mind decided and his heart no longer pounding, Crowley got up and made himself a new cup of coffee.
Aziraphale never did call Crowley that day. He had somehow come down with a cold. He hadn't even known angel could get colds. But there he was, still tucked up in bed with a box full of tissues and a stack of books. The phone was to far away to summon, and plus, Aziraphale didn't really feel like being disturbed right now.
At about two in the afternoon, he put down his book and sighed. He couldn't put off thinking about this for too long.
The matter of Crowley was that, well, he was Crowley. He was irritable, he was demonic, and he was the most loveable person Aziraphale had ever met in six thousand years. And the angel wished with all his might that he could tell him.
He fell asleep promptly after thinking that.
When he woke up, his cold was miraculously gone.
Aziraphale picked up the phone. He needed to just talk to his friend for a while, and then maybe he could forget about this mess.
"Hullo?" Crowley's voice grumbled.
"Want to get together for lunch today?" Aziraphale said pleasantly.
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