Pt 2 of the highschool thingy

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Beelzebub locked the door behind Gabriel, swaying back and forth for a minute. Her reddish eyes lifted from the door handle and she decided it was time to miracle her homework done.

Crowley came home rather late. It was 12.00, and Bee was trying to sleep, but of course, being a dramatic bitch and all, he slammed the doors shut, shuffled his feet, hummed loudly, skidded across the floor in his wet sneakers, and of course popped the chip bag instead of opening it normally.

His sister came out of her room (for once), glaring.

"What?" He scowled.

"Stop making so much fucking noise," she hissed.

"You stop making noise, bitch," Crowley said, walking past Bee and into his room. "Did you go through my things?"

"What? No, dick face," Beelzebub said, walking back in her room. "Go to sleep."

"Cunt," he whispered, slamming the door shut.

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Gabriel got home to Aziraphale laying on the couch lazily, watching TV and eating popcorn.

"Yuck," the archangel said.

"It's good," the other sighed.

"I just don't like food," Gabriel said.

"You don't like most things."

Gabriel slammed his fist onto the counter. "What's up with you? You're acting different. It's that boyfriend you have. He's changing you, can't you see that!?"

"Yeah? Well maybe it's for the better!" Aziraphale said loudly, standing up. "I'd rather turn out like him than you!"

His door slammed shut. Gabriel walked down the hall silently. Best not to bother him now. He didn't even get up when Aziraphale noisily snuck out hours later.

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Tonight was going to happen. Crowley and Aziraphale were both sure of it. Aziraphale was sitting crisscrossed on top of the car's hood, leaning into his boyfriend who was comfortably standing next to him, pressing his own weight into the car hood.

"Gabriel tried to talk to me a few hours ago," Aziraphale said, watching the moon intently.

"What about?" Crowley asked.

"You," he sighed. "He said I shouldn't hang out with you."

"Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn't..." Crowley hissed under his breath.

"Don't say that."

"I'm not good enough for you, angel, can't you see that?" The demon asked, looking down.

"Shut the fuck up, Crowley," Aziraphale said loudly. "I'm sick of people telling me what I can and cannot do! If I wanna be with you I should be able to, right? Gabriel doesn't get to decide if I can date you, because I love you a lot and I don't think it's fair that he holds so much... power over this. Whenever him or Bee bring us up you always cower down and agree. I'm beggging you, Crowley, realize you're what I want."

"I-" he paused. "Okay. I'll try."

"Thank you," Aziraphale smiled. "Now, I think Gabriel knows about tonight."

"Tsh. Doubt it," Crowley frowned. "That's impossible."

"Maybe Bee could've said something?"

"No, not possible, for two reasons," the demon said, tapping his fingers on the hood of his car. "One because she swore to never speak to him again after their breakup, and two because she doesn't know."

"I guess... maybe I was overthinking it," Aziraphale nodded. "Well, even if they did know somehow, it wouldn't stop us."

"Right."

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"So, they obviously have no idea what we're doing," Gabriel said int it'll the phone, twirling the cord around his finger over and over. "I tried to tell him dating Crowley was a mistake, but he just lashed out."

"Wish you would have told me dating you was a mistake," Beelzebub mumbled from the other end.

"What's your problem?" Gabriel asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I thought we were over this."

"Over this? Over this?" Bee hissed, clenching her fist around the phone. "Do you have any idea how much emotional pain you caused me? How much physical pain? Oh, right, of course you don't. Because you never cared enough to check in on me afterwarde."

"Be-"

"I'm not done," she snarled. "You might think I'm over it. But I still have scars, Gabriel, I am reminded almost every day of what you did to me. I was spiraling out of control, until finally Crowley snapped me out of it, but it took more than a year for me to stop. I'd tell you to go fuck yourself, but you'd be disappointed. Call me when you want to apologize."

Gabriel blinked. There was a ringing in the phone, so he said 'hello' once or twice before deciding she had hung up.

Of course he felt bad about what happened. To be honest, Gabriel didn't ever really understand why he had to break up with Beelzebub, it just sort of popped into his mind, and as much as his heart didn't want to, his mind directed him towards it almost constantly.

The archangel had fully intended on sending his life with Bee, but now he couldn't. She hated him.

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"You're home..?" Beelzebub asked as Crowley walked into their house.

"Uh, yeah, dumb ass," Crowley scoffed, striding into his room and shutting the door behind him.

"Tsh."

A few minutes later he came back out in the same torn black skinny jeans, but he changed his shirt.

"What's with the oversized sweatshirt?" Bee asked, pulling the sleeve.

"Aesthetic, you uncultured swine," he snatched his arm away, pulled his plain black bag on, and walked out the door.

"Where are you going?" Asked his sister.

"Prom," Crowley called from the Bentley.

"Who are you going with!?" Beelzebub yelled across the lawn.

"M-my... Girlfriend!" He shouted, and slammed the door.

The car reversed out of the driveway with a loud skidding noise of gravel, and was gone within seconds. Bee growled under her breath and grabbed the keys to her beetle. If Crowley was going to secretly have sex, he could at least admit it was a guy.

Damn.

Gabriel noticed Beelzebub's car when it slowed to a stop in front of his house. There was a loud bang on the door. Slowly he placed his book on the nighstand, swallowed, and walked to the door.

He was met with Bee, soaking wet from the fresh downpour and smoking from her ears. "Let's go, it's happening."

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TO BE CONTINUED!
Thanke for reading

Any ideas for ineffable wives fluff ???