"Viv!" I shouted in disgust after walking in on her and Troy-or should I say "Raguel" doing God knows what on OUR couch that we BOTH sit on. I just wanted to come home from work to peace, now I have to deal with this angel bull again. Viv quickly looked up and over the couch at me, smiling awkward.

"I thought you said you got off at 10?" she asked.

"Viv, it's 11:00 at night," I rolled my eyes and just shut the front door behind me before making my way to my room, "Whatever, I'm going to shower to get the smell of grease off me," I said and waved them both off.

I moved to Los Angeles to become a movie star. I wanted to be in the film business my whole life. It was either that or forensics science for the police, but I couldn't stand the sight of blood. Instead, because of my extremely awkward personality and short-term memory loss, here I was as a crappy server at a crappy diner with crappy minimum wage and crappy tips. I'd thought about moving back home, but Viv on the other hand, made most of the money with her online fashion tips, and, believe it or not, she was a real estate agent when she wasn't sucking faces. I guess it just helped to sell houses when you're beautiful and can help picture every room in a house. So, she stood me on my feet and I would never have to go back to them again unless I so chose to. We met as college roommates, but I was always told I couldn't amount to anything, and she was never really interested in the whole school thing, so we both dropped out, moved in together, and here we are.

When I got out of my shower I checked my phone to see that I had two missed calls, one from an unknown number, and the other from my mom. I rolled my eyes and didn't answer either of them as I just tried to go to bed.

Or so I thought, because as soon as I walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around me and ready to put on pajamas and sleep, I saw a certain blond angel sitting on the edge of my bed. When he looked at me, his eyes widened before he slapped a hand over them.

"Please put some clothes on, dear Dad, woman," he quickly said as his face flushed.

"Why are you in my room!" I asked, trying not to be too loud as I made a B-Line for my clothes dresser and quickly grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and sweatpants before running back to the bathroom to change into them. When I walked back out, he was still there, and I quickly crossed my arms over my chest.

"I wanted to know if you've located him yet. I thought you'd be home earlier," he said, some kind of slightly annoyed emotion in his voice that I did not appreciate.

"Located who? Oh, you mean the devil? You mean your brother, Raguel?" I asked, using his real name.

"So, I take that as a yes. And?" he waited for me to continue.

"And what?"

"Have you made any progress on getting him back to Hell, Angel?" Raguel asked like it should have been obvious.

"No! I literally just met him last night. He offered me a drink, drove me home, and left! I can't convince someone to go to Hell, literally, in one night!" I shouted before realizing Viv might still be out there and could hear, and decided to quiet down. Raguel sighed and nodded.

"Okay. Well, I'll be... Around, for whenever you do convince him," he said and pushed past me, walking back out to the living room. I sighed and flopped down on my bed, digging my face into the pillow.

Just as I felt myself falling asleep, I heard my door fling open and resisted the urge to look as I already knew who it was.

"Why didn't you tell me you have a date?" Viv asked and I suddenly snapped my head in her direction.

"I have a what?" I questioned, eyes wide. She looked me over and shook her head, making a "Tsk" noise repeatedly.

"Angelica, you really are forgetful," with that, she shut my door and started whispering, "There's a handsome tall man at the door. Says his name is Lucifer and you two have a date. Should I mace him?" she asked, holding up a can of pepper spray and I laughed softly.

"No. I know him, don't worry," I sighed, wondering why he was here.

"Okay, well you can't go out looking like this," she said, gesturing to all of me.

"Why not?" I questioned, looking down at my outfit. Yeah, it might be a little too comfortable, but the sweatpants were cute and the T-shirt was a cute pastel yellow.

"It's not happening, Ang! Really, you are so lucky you have me," she scoffed and began rummaging through my drawers just moments later. Within minutes, she picked out some high-waisted white-washed ripped skinny jeans and a pink crop top with a bunny on it, "You have playboy clothes?" she questioned.

"What?" I asked and she pointed to the bunny.

"That's the playboy logo," she explained and I stared at her with an emotionless expression.

"I just thought it was a cute bun-bun," I finally spoke and she sighed, throwing it at me.

"Hold on. Are all your bras sports bras?" she asked as she looked through that drawer.

"What? They're comfy," I said with a small frown.

"But they aren't sexy, Angel. Hold on, put on those pants. I'll be right back," and with that, she rushed out of my room. I grumbled.

"They aren't sexy, Angel. I would know because I'm prissy mc-sexton of sextown sexcania," I mumbled in a mocking voice as I put on the pants. In another moment, Viv returned with a bra that looked very strapless, very push-up, and very uncomfortable, "No. That's not happening."

"Just put it on Angel," she said, holding it out to me.

"Nope!" I shouted, trying to get away from her as she followed me before huddling me in a corner and pressing the bra against my boobs.

"Put on the damn bra before I infuse it with your tits," she growled and I hesitantly took it from her. Instantly her face became much brighter as she smiled, "Great! I'd do your makeup, but he's waiting outside. It's okay, you have enough natural beauty to make up for it," she said and with that, she left my room. I finished getting ready and threw my hair into a messy bun on top of my head, before leaving my room. She was sitting at the island counter waiting for me and smiled before glaring at the top of my head.

"What is it now?" I asked, sighing.

"I can't tell if the bun's cute or if it should be destroyed," was her response, to which I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever, I'm going," I said, making my way to the door and grabbing my purse on the way, as well as my earbuds which hadn't been used in two days (since the club).

"Wait! Angel!" Viv shouted at me as I reached the door and I groaned.

"What?" I asked, spinning around just to be engulfed in a hug.

"I love you. Please stay safe and call me if anything happens!" she said and I hesitantly hugged her back, smiling.

"Love you too. Now can I go?" I asked, laughing softly as she pulled away.

"Yes ma'am. Have fun Angel babes," she winked. I rolled my eyes again before opening the door. There stood the one and only Devil himself. He was wearing an outfit that I figured was pretty normal for him, a black blazer with a dark red handkerchief sticking out of the pocket that matched the dark red button up he was wearing under it along with black slacks and shoes.

"So is this what you look like when you aren't trying to seduce incognizant women?" I asked, realizing he had been looking me over. He suddenly looked at me, almost offended.

"I seduce men too. Just less often," he said and I nodded, as if that was something I should have known.

"Ah, of course. The devil is bi. Is that why God hates gay people?" he laughed.

"You really don't know anything about heaven and hell, do you?"

"Nope!" I exclaimed, popping the p.

"We can talk about it in the car, get in," he said, making his way to his chevy.

"Where exactly are we going?" I asked and he sighed.

"Well, I tried calling you, and had you picked up your phone you would know," he said and I realized the unknown number was his.

"How'd you get my number?" I questioned, but it didn't seem like it was very out of the ordinary from something he'd do.

"I have connections, sweetheart," he hopped in the car and I followed his lead. I shrugged off the odd factor and pulled out my phone to add his number as a contact, "Anyway, it's just a small get together at a friends house. I'm inviting you as my plus one," he said and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Why?" I questioned. It wasn't his job to watch me; I would've guessed I would've had to force him to be around me.

"You're my guardian angel. Need to make sure I don't get myself in trouble," I could tell he was being sarcastic, but I wasn't one to push on subjects, "Anyways, so, religion."

I spent the entire drive talking about how my mom was never into religion, or at least not to my knowledge, not that I knew much since her or David weren't really around much in the first place, so I grew up without it and never bothered to learn it. But I explained it in much more words.

When we finally pulled up to the place I realized Lucifer had not been entirely truthful. I leaned over to his side and smacked his arm, not enough to hurt him, just enough to shock him.

"You said it was a small get together. This is not a small get together!" I said, gesturing to the full house in front of us with people mingling and loud music playing.

"What? This is small where I come from," he said, getting out of the car and I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose.

I'm not gonna kill him. I'm not gonna kill him...