Adrian walked slowly down the street. Earth was cold. He pulled his flame-clustered jacket closer about his semi-muscular, lean body as he paced through the remains of rain on the Parisian streets. Many younger couples passed him, exiting bars together and talking in drunken French. Adrian himself was young for a demon, only 25 million years old, and at an age where he was expected to choose a mate and vie for the throne against his brothers. Actually, now that Nicky was busy on Earth, he was preferred above Cassius to inherit his father's seat of power. Cassius was all about torture and hard work, whereas Adrian knew how to wield a more cunning and thus sharper blade.
This vacation's useless
These white pills aren't kind
I've given a lot of thought on this thirteen-hour drive
What had ever happened to the cruel, unfeeling Adrian who wanted nothing more than to suck human souls for the rest of his days as devil? Who had once tortured Nicky for hooking up with a geeky, skinny girl on Earth while enjoying pizza and Schnapps?
I missed the grinding concrete where we sat past eight or nine
And slowly finished laughing in the glow of our headlights
I've given a lot of thought to the nights we used to have
The days have come and gone
Our lives went by so fast
He passed the local bowling alley. The peeling letters on the sign read OPEN ALL NIGHT-LOVER'S LANE TONIGHT in French. He sighed and sat down on the wet curb outside. He ran his hands through his hair and thought of Danielle. He pondered how beautiful she was and how perhaps this was how Nicky had felt for Valerie.
I faintly remember breathing on your bedroom floor
Where I laid and told you but you sweared you love me more
Adrian withdrew his cell phone, a gift from Cassius ('Yo! Adrian! Can you hook me up with some Earth chicks? They got sexy accents down here! Yo! Call me, boy!'). He fiddled around in his pocket before finding a slip of paper with her dorm number on it. He punched in the seven digits and put it up to his pierced ear, waiting for the now-familiar tone.
"Hello?" Someone answered in a sweet, giggly voice.
"Hey, Danielle?" He asked.
"No, this is Samantha. Are you her boyfriend? British guy?"
"Sure." What the heck was British?
"OK, hang on. She's in the bath. DANYELLIE!" Samantha screamed into the phone and Adrian pulled it quickly from his ear. Suddenly he heard a quieter voice calling his name on the line and he put it back up.
"Danielle?"
"Hey, Adrian." He thought he heard her crack a relaxed smile.
"Sorry, your friend deafened me."
"Oh, The Samanthoid?" My, these girls had strange titles.
"I-I suppose so."
"Yeah, she's a loud little bird, huh?"
"Is she a bird? I thought she was human. Or is she an angel too?" He was confused.
She laughed gently. "Nevermind."
"Anyway, um, Danielle, I wanted to ask you something."
Do you care if I don't know what to say?
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me?
Will I shake this off, pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
There is
"Go ahead." She replied.
"What do you think about us going out again? Anywhere you like."
"I see." She faked deep thought. "The movies."
"The movies."
"The movies. Friday. Pick me up at..."
"...eight?"
"Seven-thirty."
"Seven-thirty. Done."
"Alright, well, my bath water's beginning to cool. Got to go."
"Bye, Danielle."
"Bye, Adrian." He glanced at the phone as she hung up and he cut it off.
Those notes you wrote me
I've kept them all
I'll give a lot of thought to how to write you back this fall
With every single letter in every single word
There will be a hidden message about a boy that loves a girl
Adrian got up off the curb and fell backwards as a car zoomed past his feet. As it went by he saw a man appear, dressed in red and black, and walk calmly toward him. The man was his father.
"Hey, Adrian." Satan said gently.
"Hey, Dad." Adrian got to his feet again, allowing the use of his father's hand in his assistance. "What are you doing up here on Earth?"
"Checking up on my boys. Your grandfather's in charge."
"I'm not certain that's safe."
"Nah, the Playboy girls are headed downstairs anyway. He's not doing anything illegal."
"Ah." Adrian pondered this for a moment and frowned disgustedly.
"Strangely enough, Adrian, you seem to be the one in need of most assistance." Satan sat down on the curb and ushered Adrian back down as well.
"What do you mean, Dad? I'm fine." Adrian shrugged.
"Now, you know that's not true. Just a moment ago you were thinking all about a certain special girl whom you only just met and are already considering choosing as your mate." Satan said with a sly smile.
"How d'you know I feel like that for her?!?" Adrian stood back up immediately, not bothering to look for traffic, which strangely had seemed to suddenly cease completely.
Do you care if I don't know what to say?
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me?
Will I shake this off, pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
There is
"A father knows these things, Adrian." Satan chuckled, a disturbing sight indeed. "That, and me and your grandpa have been watching you and her from below deck. Lucifer thinks she's pretty hot. She's got friends, hasn't she? Good kisser?"
"Dad." Adrian put up a hand. "Enough is enough."
"Y'know, son, it's okay to share your feelings." Satan raised an eyebrow.
Do you care if I don't know what to say?
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me?
Will I shake this off, pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
There is
This vacation's useless
These white pills aren't kind
I've given a lot of thought on this thirteen-hour drive
What had ever happened to the cruel, unfeeling Adrian who wanted nothing more than to suck human souls for the rest of his days as devil? Who had once tortured Nicky for hooking up with a geeky, skinny girl on Earth while enjoying pizza and Schnapps?
I missed the grinding concrete where we sat past eight or nine
And slowly finished laughing in the glow of our headlights
I've given a lot of thought to the nights we used to have
The days have come and gone
Our lives went by so fast
He passed the local bowling alley. The peeling letters on the sign read OPEN ALL NIGHT-LOVER'S LANE TONIGHT in French. He sighed and sat down on the wet curb outside. He ran his hands through his hair and thought of Danielle. He pondered how beautiful she was and how perhaps this was how Nicky had felt for Valerie.
I faintly remember breathing on your bedroom floor
Where I laid and told you but you sweared you love me more
Adrian withdrew his cell phone, a gift from Cassius ('Yo! Adrian! Can you hook me up with some Earth chicks? They got sexy accents down here! Yo! Call me, boy!'). He fiddled around in his pocket before finding a slip of paper with her dorm number on it. He punched in the seven digits and put it up to his pierced ear, waiting for the now-familiar tone.
"Hello?" Someone answered in a sweet, giggly voice.
"Hey, Danielle?" He asked.
"No, this is Samantha. Are you her boyfriend? British guy?"
"Sure." What the heck was British?
"OK, hang on. She's in the bath. DANYELLIE!" Samantha screamed into the phone and Adrian pulled it quickly from his ear. Suddenly he heard a quieter voice calling his name on the line and he put it back up.
"Danielle?"
"Hey, Adrian." He thought he heard her crack a relaxed smile.
"Sorry, your friend deafened me."
"Oh, The Samanthoid?" My, these girls had strange titles.
"I-I suppose so."
"Yeah, she's a loud little bird, huh?"
"Is she a bird? I thought she was human. Or is she an angel too?" He was confused.
She laughed gently. "Nevermind."
"Anyway, um, Danielle, I wanted to ask you something."
Do you care if I don't know what to say?
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me?
Will I shake this off, pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
There is
"Go ahead." She replied.
"What do you think about us going out again? Anywhere you like."
"I see." She faked deep thought. "The movies."
"The movies."
"The movies. Friday. Pick me up at..."
"...eight?"
"Seven-thirty."
"Seven-thirty. Done."
"Alright, well, my bath water's beginning to cool. Got to go."
"Bye, Danielle."
"Bye, Adrian." He glanced at the phone as she hung up and he cut it off.
Those notes you wrote me
I've kept them all
I'll give a lot of thought to how to write you back this fall
With every single letter in every single word
There will be a hidden message about a boy that loves a girl
Adrian got up off the curb and fell backwards as a car zoomed past his feet. As it went by he saw a man appear, dressed in red and black, and walk calmly toward him. The man was his father.
"Hey, Adrian." Satan said gently.
"Hey, Dad." Adrian got to his feet again, allowing the use of his father's hand in his assistance. "What are you doing up here on Earth?"
"Checking up on my boys. Your grandfather's in charge."
"I'm not certain that's safe."
"Nah, the Playboy girls are headed downstairs anyway. He's not doing anything illegal."
"Ah." Adrian pondered this for a moment and frowned disgustedly.
"Strangely enough, Adrian, you seem to be the one in need of most assistance." Satan sat down on the curb and ushered Adrian back down as well.
"What do you mean, Dad? I'm fine." Adrian shrugged.
"Now, you know that's not true. Just a moment ago you were thinking all about a certain special girl whom you only just met and are already considering choosing as your mate." Satan said with a sly smile.
"How d'you know I feel like that for her?!?" Adrian stood back up immediately, not bothering to look for traffic, which strangely had seemed to suddenly cease completely.
Do you care if I don't know what to say?
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me?
Will I shake this off, pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
There is
"A father knows these things, Adrian." Satan chuckled, a disturbing sight indeed. "That, and me and your grandpa have been watching you and her from below deck. Lucifer thinks she's pretty hot. She's got friends, hasn't she? Good kisser?"
"Dad." Adrian put up a hand. "Enough is enough."
"Y'know, son, it's okay to share your feelings." Satan raised an eyebrow.
Do you care if I don't know what to say?
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me?
Will I shake this off, pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
There is
