God had smiled and nodded at the two angel's unanimous agreement. She had then snapped her fingers.

THERE ARE TWO POSIBILITIES. BETHANY HAD A CHILD-WITH SOME HELP FROM ME, I WILL ADMIT-9 MONTHS AFTER YOU BOTH DIED. SHE DIED IN CHILDBIRTH. PROBLEM IS, AT THE SAME TIME, LUCIFER IMPREGNATED A WOMAN WHO GAVE BIRTH TO A CHILD AT THE EXZACT SAME TIME AS BETHANY. THE TWO CHILDREN WERE PUT INTO- AND STILL ARE IN- A ORPAHNAGE.

Now they were standing in the middle of a high school cafeteria, incorporeal (judging by the 6th grader that walked through the Metatron) and invisible. It seemed as if they couldn't be heard, because God was still talking.

THAT IS TIFFANY SKYLAR. She pointed at a girl sitting alone to the side of the cafeteria, wearing dark sunglasses and next to completely covered in black clothes. She was wearing long dark blue jeans over beat up old black Converse. Black gloves disappeared into a black hoodie, the hood of which was up. The few strands of white hair and the almost pure white skin identified her as very albino. Loki would have hazarded a guess that under those dark sunglasses were bright red eyes, and that under the hoodie, she was very muscley, and spent a lot of time at the gym. She was calmly reading Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Suddenly, three Goth kids walked up to her.

"Hey!"Tiffany calmly looked up. Loki could almost feel the eye roll from behind the glasses, but knew the Goths wouldn't see it. He felt bad for them. Sort of.

"What do you want with my life?" The tone was impeccably bored.

"You can't do that!"

"What exactly am I doing wrong this time?"

"Your outfit, your book, everything! If you're not going to join the Goth club, you can't do that!"He gestured crazily to all of her.

Tiffany sighed and carefully bookmarked her page, she set her book on the table and got up. Tiffany pushed back her hood, revealing long, strait white hair and took off her sunglasses, placing them on the table. When she looked up, the Goths took a couple steps back at the sight of her bright red eye. Somehow Loki could tell that they were almost blind and off handedly wondered how bad her prescription was on those sunglasses.

"I am albino. If I don't dress like this, I will get a 3rd degree sunburn in under ten minutes. I may be bored to tears of this life sometimes, but I'm not going to join your stupid club."

"But-but-but thats what this club is all about!"

"Says the boy dating a cheerleader."Tiffany put her sunglasses back on and pulled up her hood. She was settling into a comfortable position when they stormed off, arguing.

God turned and pointed to a boy who had just broken away from a gaggle of cheerleaders, carrying two trays of food.

THAT IS DARREN GILESPY. Darren was a very dark African American boy, as if all the melanin Tiffany didn't have and gone to him. His eyes were slightly darker than his skin. In contrast, he was wearing a white t-shirt, white cargo pants, and white converse. He was also muscley, but Bartleby guessed that it was how he naturally was. He walked over to Tiffany's table and sat across from her, pushing a plate of pizza towards her and keeping one. She looked up and wore the first smile the group had seen since they got there. HE IS THE REASON SHE ISNT 'BORED TO TEARS OF THIS LIFE' ALL THE TIME.

Loki and Bartleby watched as Tiffany sat up and started into her pizza.

"Wait, their friends?"

BEST. LISTEN.

For the first time in a while-17 years, they realized- The Angel of Death and his Watcher indulged in the latter's obsession in 'half-assed hallmark moments'.

"Pizza, thanks."

"Welcome. From the expressions of the others in a two table radius, You flashed your eyes."

"However did you guess?"

"Tiff, I'm fine with it. We grew up together, and therefore, I am used to your freaky-ass eyes."Darren dodged a chip."But others didn't and aren't. Please don't for the the sake of your reputation-"

"Which is already so far down the drain that it doesn't even matter anymore, unlike you, Captain Popular. So please find some other reason."

"For me?"

Tiffany stopped for a second before heaving a annoyed sigh that was obviously faked to Loki, but seemed real to Bartleby.

"Fine. But if you start dating Brittney Bitch, I'm going to have to kill you brutally. Just FYI."

"Deal." Darren glanced around the cafeteria but stopped when he was looking at were God and the three angels. He nudged Tiffany and pointed at them. Tiffany looked over and her brow furrowed.

"What the-"

I BELIEVE THAT THAT IS OUR CUE TO GET OUT.