John assumed that Dave's brother had blonde hair, and looked around for a blonde head. He saw a few, but was too shy to go up to the devils. There were so many that it seemed almost impossible to find Dave's brother. Plus, he didn't even know if they looked alike or not.

Someone bumped into him, and he turned to see an angel who looked a little like him, with green eyes and black hair. He had a slim build, with a nervous smile/

"Sorry!" he exclaimed. "I was looking for my boyfriend." He added with a grin.

"Oh. I'm looking for someone too." John replied, smiling a little.

"His name is Dirk. He just disappeared. He has blonde hair. His younger brother Dave should be around here." The angel frowned as he looked around.

'I think we're looking fore the same person…" John said slowly, and the green-eyed male blinked.

"Oh? Golly, what a coincidence! I'm Jake." He grinned.

"John." The smaller angel introduced himself.

"Well, let's go!" Jake grabbed his arm and dragged him off to a group of devils. Neither of them could see a blonde head until Jake let out a squeal. John's eyes widened but he relaxed when a blonde with dark wings pulled Jake closer.

"O-oh Dirk! You scared me…" a blush was evident on the angel's face as he stared up into orange eyes. Dirk simply smirked, his arm snaking around Jake's waist.

"Uh, before you guys make out, I have a question." John spoke up, a little nervous when the devil turned to him with narrowed eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked in slight confusion.

"John, and—"

"Oh. You're John, I see." The way Dirk's eyes glinted worried him.

"Um yes, and I was wondering…what's so bad about your brother?" the angel managed to ask under the fierce orange gaze.

"You shouldn't be around Dave." Dirk sighed, like he was weary of telling this to everyone.

"But why not?" John pushed, still not understanding.

"He has a bad history of being a player. He'll tell you he likes you, that you're special, that he loves you, them dump your sorry ass." Dirk rattled off. John's eyes widened and hurt flashed across his face.

"Sorry, kid. You're just another one of his victims." His voice had a hint of pity in it.

The blonde grabbed Jake by the waist and flew upwards. John didn't look up at them; his wings were beating much slower and he only felt a small spark of happiness. Dave was a player? Of course he was. No one would really take in interest in John. He was just a lame dork.

He felt tears rise in his eyes and hastily wiped them away. He flew at a slow pace, heading for Heaven. He wasn't in the mood to tell Jade she was right, or to mingle with anyone.

As far as he knew, devils were bad news.

The next night, John slowly flew down to the gathering, his heart not in it at all. He sighed and perched on the edge of a drop, folding his wings underneath his thin jacket. He shivered and wished he had brought a sweatshirt. Angels didn't do well in cold weather.

Someone draped a blanket across his shoulders. He looked up in shock to see Dave smiling easily. His gaze darkened and he glowered at the devil that shot him a puzzled look.

"What's up?" the blonde asked.

"I talked to your brother." Came John's stiff reply. Dave groaned and rubbed his temple.

"Dirk is full of crap." He said, and John's glare sharpened.

"So is Jade full of crap too? You know, I should never trust a devil again!" by this point, he had stood up, throwing the blanket to the floor. Tears were rapidly forming in his eyes.

"John—" Dave reached for him, but the angel stepped back, shaking his head. The blonde watched as John took off. He had tears rolling down his cheeks, cold tears thanks to the cold night.

Dave stood there, frowning. Actual pain reflected in his crimson eyes as he stared at the steadily vanishing angel. He didn't know how to fix this.

Yes, he had a player history, but that was while ago. Jade had been his last victim, and he had sworn to never use anyone again after he had actually realized how depressed and upset she had gotten. But John wouldn't believe him even if he knew. That was the frustrating part.

Dave had lost all trust by the angel. He needed to win John back, but how? His charm didn't work. He needed to figure out a plan, and fast.

"I just don't know w-what to do!" Tavros sniffled again, tears in his big brown eyes. John smiled wearily and patted his back. The angel had been comforting Tavros for hours now. Apparently, the devil he had been crushing on had been dancing with some angry looking angel.

Angels and devils could date and like each other, but never love or actually be serious. An angel and a devil falling in love is forbidden. It hadn't happened in centuries.

"I told you, I don't think they're together." The ebony tried to reassure him.

"I'll just never be good enough." Tavros mumbled. His wings were drooping. His emotion was nervousness, but he just appeared heartbroken.

"Hey, it'll get better soon." John said, and the younger angel just raised and lowered a shoulder. He glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed.

"Look, I got to go sleep now. Message me if you need anything, ok?"

The brunette nodded and watched as John disappeared down the hall. As soon as he got to his room, he collapsed on the bed, tired. He folded his wings and carefully tucked them behind his robe. As his eyes closed, his last thought was of a certain blonde angel with striking red eyes, and he smiled sadly.

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~samx