AN: WELL SLAP MY ASS AND CALL ME JONATHAN, A WILD CHAPTER APPEARED! Also, GCSEs are like British final exams or whatever, at the end of your final years of school. The things that get you into colleges and stuff. For any Americans or somewhere else that doesn't use that system. WARNING: Mentions of suicide and attempted suicide.
~AP

"I messed up." Sock had been transported by Mephistopheles to his office. "I messed up. He hates me." The man frowned.
"Sit down, kid. Your pacing'll make ya nervous." Sock sighed and plopped down in a chair, fidgeting nonstop. Mephistopheles sighed. "You were doing your job damn well, Sock. I'm sure he'll be...fine. And not very soon dead. Even though that's what he should be." Sock threw a glare at his boss.
"I don't want him to b-be dead." The man sighed and leaned on his elbows.
"Listen, kid. You've got a job. You've got to want him to be dead. And you sure sounded like it, at least to him." Sock looked guilty and started picking at the hole in his jeans, staring at it as a distraction. "I didn't mean it. He knows I didn't mean it, right?"

Mephistopheles sighed and snapped his fingers, and they were near a road. There was a hastily braked car, a bloody lump of blonde teen in the middle of the road, and lots of Police tape and ambulances. "No, actually, kid, he doesn't." Sock gasped.
"Oh my Providence, he didn't! Please tell me-Is he dead?! He can't-" Mephistopheles sighed again and snapped them back to his office.
"No, he's not. You'd see him by now if he was. He's clinging on right now. I've rung up some sources, and yeah, he jumped in front of the car. Condition's critical, we've most likely got him. You can go and talk to him if you want, but...He's deciding."
"Deciding?" Sock looked up at the man. "What do you mean?"
"Deciding whether or not to run from Death, kid. Everyone makes the decision, but if you go quietly you don't remember. You went without a word." Mephistopheles sighed. "You can go see him decide if you want. Convince him to come to us. We need it."

Snap! And there he was, in the hospital room. Doctors were rushing about desperately, trying to restart the boy's heart. Jonathan's body remained motionless, but his soul was sat on a seat, holding the bridge of his nose, wide-eyed, facing a chocolate-eyed brunette. His reaper. Sock stumbled awkwardly next to the girl. "Sowachowski." She nodded at him. He looked at her.
"Should I know you?"
"No, not really. I reaped you too, kid." A ghost of a smile appeared for a millisecond, and then disappeared in the same time.

"So, Combs-"
"S-Sock?" Jonathan was stuttering and he sounded like he was crying. Sock quickly stumbled over and knelt in front of the boy, smiling sadly.
"H-hey, I'm here, okay? Are you...Nevermind, of course you aren't okay. What...What's hangin'?"
"W-why do you care?" He wouldn't meet the eyes of the other. Sock sighed.
"Of course I care! You're my friend! And I...I...Nevermind, you don't need that right now. I didn't mean it, Jonathan, I didn't. I'm sorry. B-but..."
"Y-you have...I'm gonna die, right?" Sock looked at the Reaper, who nodded, with a strange smile on her face. "Y-yeah...I think you are, Jonathan."
"And...If I choose not to...go with her?"
"You'll become a spirit, Jonathan." The woman interrupted before Sock could open his mouth.
"...I-is there any way I can survive?" The brunette sighed, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor. Her eyes were tired, as if she'd seen this way too many times to count. "If you didn't want to die, you should've probably not jumped in front of a car, kiddo." Sock glared at her, and she sighed again, even louder. "You can try. If you lie there exactly you'll re-enter your body, but I will NOT be happy when you come back out."

For once, the teen actually looked at Sock with anything other than happiness or complete disallousionment on his face. Now usually, the demon would be overjoyed that his friend was actually showing some form of emotion, but this was different. Because there was only one visible emotion on his face.

Complete, utter, harsh and cold FEAR.

"W-w-wh-what am I...Y-your boss...I-I..." He was breaking emotionally and mentally, and Sock really couldn't take seeing Jonathan like this. At all.
"SCREW MY BOSS! GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THERE AND LIVE, DAMMIT, BECAUSE I DAMN REFUSED TO! AND I CAN'T JUST SEE YOU GO THIS FRIGGIN' EARLY, IT'S NOT FAIR! MEPHISTOPHELES WANTS YOU, SURE, BUT HE CAN HAVE YOU LATER, NOT THIS DAMN EARLY! YOU HAVE TO LIVE, JON!" He calmed down a bit, speaking quieter now, and was smiling sadly at the other boy. "You have to live! Get those GCSEs , get a girlfriend, get a job, have a life, and then, maybe I'll accept you throwing yourself off a bridge or something. But you have so much life left to live, Jon. Don't make the mistake I had to. Not now. There's too much of the world you haven't seen."
"S-Sock?"
"Yeah, Jonathan?"
"...I-I don't want a girlfriend." Sock's eyes widened in surprise momentarily.
"Oh, well, boyfriend then...Or somethin-"
"I don't want a boyfriend either...I-I want..." Sock heard Jonathan whisper something to himself that sounded suspiciously like 'It's now or never'. "I-I want you, Sock. I-I don't know what's better for...for that. Living...or dying...Falling for a demon, huh?" He let out a bitter laugh. "My parents always said I had the worst luck. You probably hate me anyway-"
"JON! Stop. I don't hate you. I can't hate you. Too attatched...I guess. Haha, but that's not important. Go lie down and live."
"Y-you aren't going t-"
"...You won't remember this when you wake up, Jonathan. There's no point."
"IF I wake up." John corrected sadly, fiddling with his thumbs. Sock pulled the boy up by his hand and looked him in the eye, with an expression of defiance showing in his forest-green eyes. "WHEN. I meant when."

Jonathan sighed, and then walked over to the bed his body was still on. He lied down gently, and then closed his eyes, and saw a bright white light, and then...

AN: You all hate me, right? Okay, quick explanation, I've been on hiatus and I'm a terrible person. Okay, but seriously, stress and school and a lot of other stuff has been happening and I'm sorry for now finishing this sooner. I'm starting the next chapter right away. I promise. I am SO sorry for taking so long...Thank you for all of you who reviewed and stayed with this story! I literally cannot be more grateful to you guys! Review if you want to complain, or think this was kinda good?
~AP