AN: Drama shall be in this one. But it's still cute, don't worry! Enjoy you're Sockathan, nerds. (THAT'S AN ENDEARING TERM FOR ME BTW)
~AP

Sock was back to his bouncy morning personality in no time when he took to sleeping in Jonathan's room. He was up early, ready before Jonathan had even dragged himself out of bed, and always shoved the blonde off the bed and laughed, but not spitefully.

Jonathan was beginning to like the demon much more than he thought he would. Though the brunet still continued with his taunting and tricks during the weekdays, on a night and weekends, the blonde realized the other didn't actually have a bad personality.

He wasn't that bad at all.

After a particularly violent awakening, a barked laugh, and a stumble upon getting up, Jonathan finally got himself sorted and went for the bus. Sock floated over him and in front of him. "Mornin', Sunshine!" He yelled happily, backflipping in the air. Jonathan mock-sighed but smiled to himself rather fondly. He liked Sock with enough sleep. He liked that Sock a lot.

"Morning, Sock." The teen leant against the bus stop pole and hid his smile with his homework he hadn't quite finished. Damn it, Combs, you're supposed to HATE the guy.

"...That's not 5." The teen glared sideways at him.
"What?"
"That isn't 5. That's not the right answer."
"Well maybe I'd know that if you didn't keep interuptting me in Math. How would you know, anyway?" Sock raised an eyebrow and giggled.
"Jonathan, I learnt that when I was eleven. See, so you're trying to find what 'a' is, yeah? And 5a+2b=29, and b is seven, which means it's 14 added to 5a, right? And 14 subtracted from 29 is 15, which means a is three, 'cause three times five is fifteen. How did you even GET five?" Jonathan scribbled out his answer and put the one Sock said. "Shut up."
"You're bad at Math, Jo-"
"I SAID, SHUT UP!" Jonathan yelled stubbornly, shoving the homework back in his bag and crossing his arms. "Awww, is little Jonny sulking?" The demon teased. He recieved a mock-glare in response, but the boy was smirking a little. "Oh, put one of your thigh-highs in it, Sock." Sock blushed a little and glared at him.
"I don't wear thigh-highs."
"Sure you don't."

The bus came a couple of minutes later, and Jonathan boarded with his usual disillusionment with humanity. He didn't talk to Sock during the bus ride, usually because people'd hear him talking to thin air, and he didn't want them telling a teacher 'cause therapy sucks, and he didn't need it.

So he stayed silent, listening to music and ignoring everything. Which was good, because it was the best time for Mephistopheles to come and see how Sock's doing.

"Earth to Sowachowksi, stop staring at your boyfriend for just one minute." Sock spun his head around to see his boss sitting on the seat across from him. He blushed a little and pulled the flaps of his hat more around his face. "He's not my boyfriend!" Mephistopheles laughed.
"Mhmm, sure he isn't. Anyway, so you've been eating and sleeping better, right?" Sock brightened up.
"Yeah! It's really nice to not be tired all the time, did you know?" His boss laughed again.
"Well, it should be. I don't know, I don't need to sleep. Not that I'd have time to, I mean, renovations." Sock nodded.
"When will they be done, anyway?"
"No idea. Workin' as fast as I can here, kid." Sock smiled sweetly.
"I know, I was just kinda looking forward to torturing souls for all eternity when I died." Mephistopheles barked another laugh. "You might need a bit of training for that, kid."
"I killed my best friend."
"I know, I know, but torture is...slower, y'see? More...painful. Torturous. Like...Imagine the pain when you were waiting to die." Sock winced.
"Ouch."
"It would feel like that times a billion. Besides, I still owe you at least 3 years of torture yourself, so don't rush me." Sock's mouth dropped open.
"You're kidding." He accused, narrowing his eyes at the man.
"Nope. You can't just get away with murdering your parents, kid. But eh, I'll see what I can do. Maybe if you get us this Jonathan kid before we're finished, he could torture you himself." Mephistopheles winked jokingly. "I'm sure you'd like that." Sock turned redder.
"Shut UP, he's not my-"

And his boss was gone. Sock sighed and leaned back in his seat. Jonathan was looking at him weirdly. "Why are you staring at me?" Sock asked, raising an eyebrow confusedly at the other boy. Jon just shook his head and transferred his gaze to back outside the window.
"No reason."
"It doesn't seem like nothing but OK."

"Jonathan! Jonaaaaaathaaaaaaaannnnn! Jon! Jonathan! Jonaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-" The demon broke out into the Lion King theme tune, trying desperately to get the boy's attention. "Joooooon come ooooooooooon we need to dooooo stuuuuuuuffffff!"
"Go fuck yourself, Sock."
"Wow, rude." Sock crossed his arms. "Are you really that mad at me?"
"Yes."
"Why?" The demon floated upside down in front of the blonde.
"Why do you think? You MAY or may not have, oh I don't know, KILLED SOMEONE?!" Sock sighed, floating to the normal way up.
"Jonathan you already know I'm kinda..."
"Homicidal, the word you're looking for is homicidal." Jon sighed and continued with his homework. Sock frowned.
"Yeah, that. So, what did you expect? I can't just hold back forever."
"You kind of CAN! I mean for God's sake, you spend most of your teenage life wanting sex but you don't just go and BANG someone, do you?!" Jonathan put his head in his hands. He was so lucky his parents weren't home otherwise he'd have been wheeled to an asylum by now. Sock huffed. "You're always PROMISED you can when you're older with that, so you can wait, 'cause you know that's all you're doing. Waiting. There's not aspecific time reserved for murder, Jonathan. I'm not promised it. The only thing I'M promised is eternal suffering when I'm done with this job, you know? Not just you, though. I totally have like, another thousand people in me yet. Or more. But that's not the point! All I get is torture until stuff happens and I agree to torture PEOPLE instead, see? You're promised sex! I'm not promised murder, Jon!" There were a few minutes of awkward silence whilst Jon scribbled down homework answers.

"Are you a virgin, Sock?" The blonde asked suddenly, turning around with a curious expression. Sock blushed, not expecting that, and pulled his hat flaps over his face. "Is that any of your business, Jonathan?"
"Not really, but I mean, I'm kind of curious." Sock crossed his arms and looked away.
"This is a total change of subject, Jon."
"Yeah, I mean, I know, but...Just, friends know that kind of stuff about each other and uh..." It was the blonde who was blushing now, quite sheepishly. "Uh, well, we're kinda friends, you know?" Sock looked back at him and smiled as evilly as a dimpled, adorable seventeen-year-old can.
"I bet YOU totally haven't lost your virginity, Jonathan."
"...Yeah, but-...uh-" The teen probably couldn't turn redder. "You say it like you have!"
"Maybe I have, maybe I haven't, I know who I WANT to do it with and how I want to do it, so whether I have or not isn't exactly like, um...Valid!" Sock giggled again, though his cheeks were still a (frankly adorable) deep shade of red-pink. Jonathan looked at him and almost 'aww'-ed out loud, but stopped himself. "S-so, you have, then?

God, his stutter is adorabl- Get a grip, Sowachowski! "U-uh, what? O-oh, um..." Sock pulled his flaps down again. "Like I said, maybe, maybe not."
"You HAVE, haven't you?" Jonathan stood up, a disbelieving look on his face. Sock leant backwards a bit at the sudden movement.
"M-maybe! I-I mean, someone spiked my drink at my worst enemy's party, which I was totally crashing, which was a terrible idea, and I was kinda drunk as hell, and it was an accident, and he doesn't even c-count 'cause he was terrible-"
Jon stood up, throwing his hands in the air, and opening and closing his mouth like a fish as if to say something, but then pausing to think. "You said he. YOU BANGED A GUY! A GUY!"
"Sorry, is there something wrong with that, Jonathan Combs?" The demon was defensive now. His voice was quiet and terrifying, but his conscience was quite the contrary. So what? It isn't any better or worse than doing it with a girl, or anything else for that matter. "N-no! No! I'm not like, homophobic or anything but-"
"You sure? It sure sounds like it." Sock crossed his arms and turned away to avoid the other seeing the very offended and quite hurt expression he was sporting.
"I-I can explain my reaction, I didn't-"
"You DID!" Sock yelled, turning around angrily. "You DID mean it, Jonathan!" He pointed a finger accusingly at the blonde.
"N-no! No! I didn't, it's just-"
"STOP." Sock put his feet firmly on the floor with a loud bang. "LYING." He moved closer, looking much more intimidating than usual. "TO." He swept all of the things on Jonathan's desk onto the floor. "ME."

And then he was gone, leaving a confused, frankly scared Jonathan. His parents, who'd somehow gotten home when the teen was too occupied with Sock, started yelling for him to stop being so noisy, but he wasn't paying attention.

Because he'd finally seen the killer in the boy.

AN: YAY! I know a lotta this stuff isn't canon but eh, whatever. Dramatic enough for ya? Hope so. Was gonna write more but I'm givin' myself thinking time, ya know? Review if you liked!
~AP