Chapter 11
(Alright, back to the book. Now it's mid January, and Azrail has asked for advice, and is gonna ask Finn out on a date! We're finally getting to the juicy stuff!)
I sat up the next morning, my alarm clock had fallen into snooze mode somehow, and I was awake late. I quickly dressed myself in a pair of slightly ripped faded jeans, a black short sleeved t-shirt with a long sleeved white undershirt, and a belt that went around my waist and made it seem smaller. A chain was attached to my jeans, and I put on eyeliner for fun, and it actually matched really well with my design for today. I then questioned why I had so many black t-shirts, and shrugged. I tucked my shirt into my jeans, pulled on my brown windbreaker, and stepped outside after putting my combat boots on. They were built for combat as well as they were built for the cold. I had grabbed a black beanie I owned, and put it on my head, my hair sticking out from underneath. I made my way to my car, and quickly drove over to Toriel's. Azrail said he was heading there to ask me something. I was generally confused, but agreed to meet up.
After pulling in, I stepped inside. I walked into the kitchen to find Toriel baking what seemed to be an apple cinnamon pie. I announced my arrival and sat on a stool.
"You look like an emo teenager."
"Hey, the eyeliner fits my gay side, and we both know it."
We both laughed. Toriel set the pie in the oven, and Azrail came downstairs, a blush flooding his face. He sat down quickly, and right beside me as well. Toriel looked at him and chuckled quietly, going back to look at her cookbook. I began screwing around on my phone, looking through my emails. Toriel placed a plate of pie in front of each of us, and got herself a slice. We happily ate away at her amazing food, and Azrail asked if he could ask me something on the back porch. I could see a smirk on Toriel's face and had a questioning look in my eyes before Azrail picked me up and set me down outside. He slid the door shut, a tiny crack there. I stood there, hands at my sides. He stuttered a bit before managing to get it out.
"W-would you… w-would y-you go out on a date with?" He asked, blushing flooding his face.
"Of course!" I replied, my eyes practically stars.
He had a look of shock before it quickly formed to a look of relief and happiness. He gave me the location, time, and it was Sunday, which was three days away. I smiled, and we hugged. We would be going to a new Grillby's restaurant. One I had helped with the design. It was around the size of a one floor hotel, and had a bar area, only for 21 years and older, and a kids play area, one I had volunteered in making. It was still titled Grillby's. I smiled.
It was going to go great.
On Sunday, I arrived in a pair of slightly faded jeans with rips at the knees, a pair of black leggings underneath, white socks, a pair of black and white converse, and a black t-shirt. I had put on eyeliner again, and my hair was tidy, and I was wearing my beanie again. I had taken a quick shower a few hours before leaving, leaving my hair fluffy. Azrail showed up in a decent blue t-shirt, a navy blue jacket over it, and a pair of black jeans, and wearing a pair of snow boots. He brought us inside and asked for a booth. I sat on one side and he sat on the other. We kinda just sat in silence.
"Wanna… talk about hobbies or something? I dunno, I've never done this before." Azrail said, sighing.
"What are your hobbies? I've never asked, now that I realize it." I said, setting my phone down after closing YouTube.
"Uh, well, I write from time to time, I don't really do much, really just sit around and read."
"Nice! I draw sometimes, mainly drawing eyes. I sing too, but it's rare. I mean, I would now, but I don't have cash-"
Azrail set a ten dollar bill in front of him.
"Do it! I believe in you!"
I smiled nervously, before taking the bill up there.
"Hi…" I said, catching Grillby's attention.
"Oh! Finn! Good to see you! Whatcha need?"
"Is the jukebox still broken?" I joked.
"Yes, actually." He responded.
"Awesome, I wanted to see if I could sing?" I asked, holding out the ten bucks.
Grillby nodded. I dropped the cash in the jar and walked up to the microphone.
(We're gonna see Azrail's pov for a bit, here ya go.)
I watched as Finn walked up to the microphone. He gripped it nervously. Grillby asked what song, before getting a guitarist up. The guitarist sat on a stool, telling Finn something. Finn nodded. He took a deep breath.
"Hi… I'm Finn. You may know me as the ambassador for the monsters. I wouldn't be surprised. Um… I was asked to do this by my date, Azrail, and I hope you enjoy. If not, that's alright. I'll be singing 21st Century Machine, by Catie Turner, (Y'all should listen to it, it's really good.) and I uh… yeah, hope you enjoy."
Finn took a deep breath, and told the guitarist to start playing.
"People on the airwaves always preach who I should be,
How to dress, how to talk,
Baby, how to breathe,
Wicked artists use their limber fingers to paint pictures of what young boys are to aspire to be."
Finn's voice was soft as he sang, blending in so well with the guitar it sounded as if he had practiced. I realized he must've changed the lyrics a bit to fit himself, as Grillby looked confused at what seemed to be a lyrics change.
"I'm not alive if I'm not on illegal weed,
I'm not in love without a woman sitting next to me
Someone tell if this is all an illusion or if I'm just a cog in the 21st Century Machine
It's the place to be…
In the 21st Century Machine
Shelf light and live precariously…
Sipping on a rosé is your best solution
Down it all till your stumbling with past confusion
Then sit back, and do it all over again
You only live once, friday nights are your only friend,
And you shouldn't worry about your weight
And trust me when you're not looking
They'll all still say you look great, oh, they'll still say you look great"
"I'm in peril, they wanna give me hell
They look at me with hungry eyes as I'm another infidel
But, oh, they like me
That's why they wish me well
That's why they pull me gently as I'm trapped inside their meld…"
"In the 21st Century Machine,
It's the place to be…
In the 21st Century Machine
Shelf light and live precariously,
In the 21st Century Machine,
It's the place to be…"
"And if you saw me right now, you still remember me?"
Everyone rose to clap as the last string was strummed. I clapped the loudest, and Finn smiled shyly. He stepped down and was bombarded by people. They eventually dispersed after getting pictures and crap and he sat down. Grillby came over.
"Thank you Finn, that really got the chatter going. Here's the ten bucks, you don't need to pay." He said, handing the cash back. Finn smiled.
"Thanks, Grillby."
"No problem."
(Alright, back to Finn's pov)
After I sang, Azrail got a chat going, and we chatted our way through. Getting to know each other a lot better. I found myself lost in mesmerizing thoughts for a few moments about every ten minutes. We eventually ended and agreed to meet up at my house next week on Wednesday, and left.
Yeah, I did love him.
(OH MY GOD IT'S SO LONG WTF- WHY DID I WRITE THIS MUCH!?
anyways, drink water, stop eating the saltine crackers, and stay safe, my horned dorks!)
(Word count: 1380)