Hey everyone ! Just a little note to thanks the 2 guests who commented my story and my answers : I'm sorry if I'm using speech marks but that's how you write a dialogue in french, I'll try to resolve the problem. And you're right, it's a nickname, I forgot…:/

Enjoy chapter 4 !

The song, if you don't know it, is Don't worry by MADCON. I just love it !

CHAPTER 4

Beca woke up 3 hours later, feeling a little bit better. She looked around her Chloe was nowhere to be seen.

She jumped lightly of the bed and walked to the window. She opened the curtains and saw the red sky.

So that's how Hell look like… not as terryfing as I tought.

She guessed that she was in Chloe's room. There were photos all over the orange walls, a desk with a laptop and some books, a guitare and a big cupboard.

Not as different as mine.

Beca was confused. Comparing Hell and Heaven, she realized that's the two wasn't really different…

Sure, one was red and the other white, but what else ? Chloe seemed really nice, the opposity of the story the heard about demons.

She opened the door and heard someone singing.

I'll take you to the future
forget about the past
You can keep all of your secrets
I swear that I won't ask
let go of all your troubles,
I don't care where you've been
the only thing that matters now
is where the night will end

She followed the voice and entered in a small room, the kitchen.

Chloe was in there, making something that Beca couldn't see.

Them bright big lights are shining on us
That beat so tight it makes you wanna
get up get down like there's no tomorrow
like there's no tomorrow
like there's no tomorrow

Chloe was singing Beca's favorite song (a song writen by a human, Madcon) and she joined Chloe at the chorus.

Oh, we can own the night
Don't worry 'bout a thing
Don't worry 'bout a thing
Don't worry 'bout a thing

I know we'll be alright
Don't worry 'bout a thing
Don't worry 'bout a thing
Don't worry 'bout a thing

Chloe turned around, a big smile on her face.

'Beca ! you're up ! did you sleep well ?'

'yeah, thank you.'

She approched the redhead to see what she was making.

'tacos ?'

'Exactly, Becs ! My favorite meal ! I hope you like tacos ?'

'It's also my favorite meal, Red.'

Chloe's smile couldn't be bigger. Beca loved the same things as her and she called her Red !

She grabed two plates, telling Beca to follow her. They walked across the appartment and stopped in another room with a big TV screen, a coffee table and a couch.

The demon putted down the tacos on the table and looked at the angel.

'wanna watch a movie ?'

'I… don't really like movies…'

'are you serious ?'

The tiny girl nodded.

'what do you do on your free time in Heaven ?'

At this question, Beca just dozzed of.

'mom !'

'what is it B ?'

'can I watch a movie with you ?'

'why ? can't you see that I'm busy ?'

'but mom, you can drink wine later !'

Her mom just glared at her.

A few days later, little Beca asked the same question and got the same answer.

Each week, she asked and each week, her mom said no.

After one month of trying, little Beca stopped asking.

'Becs ?'

Chloe's voice took her back to reality.

'are you-'

'yeah, sorry. I just…'

'nah, it's fine, you don't need to tell me. We can just eat.'

'yes, please.'

And Beca was glad that Chloe didn't asked her to many questions.