Love You Like Hell - 6

I come back this chapter! Yay me!

I don't own Supernatural.

"YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE WITH CROWLEY?!" Faith squealed like an excited teenager at a One Direction concert. She was jumping up and down, her green eyes alight with joy. "LEXI OH MY GOSH! THE SHIP IS SAILING! THE SHIP IS SAILING!" She danced around her friend, who glared at her all the while. Faith is lucky no one can hear us, Lexi thought bad-temperedly. While she was secretly overjoyed to be able to spend one-on-one time with the King, that didn't mean she wanted everyone else to know about it. Maybe telling Faith wasn't the best idea…

"Shh," Lexi hissed. "Don't freak out. It is not a date, okay? I'm the Master of the Knights and kinda his personal bodyguard. It makes sense that I would accompany him."

"If he wanted protection, he could have taken anyone, but he took you," Faith took out with a giggle worthy of a schoolgirl. For a demon, she was not very threatening. At least not while fan-girling over her best friend's love life. "He likes you."

Lexi huffed. She knew better than to try to convince her friend otherwise. "Okay, whatever. You go ahead and believe what you want. I need to get some rest for tomorrow." She went over to her bed and flopped down on the comfy mattress. Demons didn't need sleep, per say, but it was an action that most of them enjoyed—it was human. Lexi and Faith shared a room—they always had since coming to Hell. Lexi's bed was on one side and Faith's was on the other. Lexi's entire half of the room was greatly contrasted against her friends. Hers had dark red walls, and her bed was gothic-looking with black sheets. A few band posters hung on her walls since they were allowed to personalize their rooms. Posters for Simple Plan, My Chemical Romance, and Panic! At the Disco were hung around her bed. Lexi's armoire was made of dark wood and contained mostly serious clothes and armor.

Faith's room could not have been more different. Her walls were painted bright orange. She had a writing desk in the corner with her laptop—she enjoyed writing when she wasn't training with Lexi, and had written several little stories over the years. Her bed was a loft bed and had a bright, soft and fuzzy purple blanket on it. A few stuffed animals that she had acquired for herself were also on her bed. Lexi admired her friend's ability to be very human—more so than her or any other demon in Hell. The red-haired girl, even though she was well into her twenties, still retained very girlish qualities. She had her fair share of dark clothes and professional clothes, but dresses were her favorite. She had to have at least twenty different dresses that she would wear during the day. It was either a dress or a pair of jeans and a band T-shirt. Faith climbed up onto her bed and smiled at Lexi. "So what are you gonna wear?" she asked. She wore a dress then—a dark blue one that fell to her knees. Her legs dangled over the side of the bed as she stared at Lexi's inquisitively.

She heaved a sigh, shooting a glare at the ginger girl. "I don't know, Faith. Probably a dress suit or something."

Her friend made a gagging noise. "Oh god, no. You can't. Lexi, you need to wear a dress."

"I don't own one," she snapped, pulling her own laptop onto her bed. She opened the screen and began to try to focus on something else.

"Well, lucky for you, I own plenty," Faith replied proudly.

"Owning a shit-ton of dresses is not something to be proud of, Faith," Lexi grumbled.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh," Faith chided. She hopped down from her loft bed. She began to hum a tune under her breath. "You. Will. Be. Popular. You're gonna be popular. I'll teach you the proper poise when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce! I'll show you what shoes to wear, how to fix your hair! Everything it really counts to be popular!"

Lexi glowered at her. "Faith. This is not the time to start singing the Wicked soundtrack."

"Let me have this, Lex! C'mon, when do either of us get any dates? I haven't had a date since I was human all those years ago. You're going out to talk to Crowley—that's like marriage compared to what we usually get!" Faith stated, going over to her armoire and looking throught.

The other demon rolled her eyes. "You are ridiculous."

"You're gonna wear a dress, tomorrow, Lexi. Whether you like it or not."

Lexi sighed and laid back on her bed. Fuck me.