PG-13, cause Crowley has a dirty mouth and implications of sex that has been had?
boyfriend thrown in on the side.
Crowley was looking forward to this. Sure, it meant that he couldn’t skip classes today to make sure his sister didn’t back out on this, but then, it was a small price to pay, considering he had actually managed to finagle her out of her self-inflicted Hermit Hole of Studying Doom™. This in and of itself was an accomplishment, and one that Crowley could freely smirk at. The two of them had been polar opposites since birth, two twins, one with a penchant for mischief and trouble, the other more scholarly and studious. Crowley and Zaheela were polar opposites yes, and they fought, yes, as siblings should, but there was still that familial bond that held them together like glue. Crowley would never complain about it.
There was the minor fact that Foureyes (Crowley hadn’t bothered to remember his name) was tagging along as well, but eh, the demon didn’t mind too much. If nothing else, the blond’s flailing would prove to be amusing.
There were times that Zaheela wondered what life would be like if she didn't have to suffer having a twin like Nii-san. It wasn't obvious that they were twins, or even related, he sporting hair as dark as night and rather... frightening golden eyes. Her own hair was as pale as moonlight and a rich purplish indigo. She grumbled, knowing full well her brother would take this as some sort of conquest. Was it really so bad that she preferred studying? It wasn't like she never saw the light of day. She DID enjoy studying outdoors when the weather permitted. He was just lax about his own studies. Zaheela ensured the spell she had placed this morning was still in place. Society wasn't allowed to know about her other 'side'. Their parents would have angels if it was ever revealed. So she took precautions, hid away her features and adopted a human guise. For her brother it was easier. Use the excuse of light sensitivity and keep those sunglasses on and no one would of known any better. She waited by the library doors, staring at her watch once or twice, and waited for her brother and her friend to appear for their foray into the wilderness that was society. She had managed to lure Aziraphale into coming with her. It was a tad obvious to her, having lived with her brother for... all her life, that there was some attraction between the two.
...Even if Crowley wouldn't admit it yet.
Of course he wouldn’t admit it. He was a hard-headed, stubborn, teenage demon. Not a good combination, all in all. But as it stood, that was what he was. He was also very crafty, and he had the whole day planned out. Where he was going to drag his sister—force her to have a little fun for once in her life before she locked herself up behind an office desk. Okay, sure, that might not be exactly what Zah was going for, and Foureyes was right, she was brilliant, and Crowley knew it. He would never deny it. It wasn’t like he was stupid, either, he just didn’t care. He was more than content to make his time in projects outside of school, learning on his own through experiences. Sure, his parents perhaps weren’t too pleased about it, but what did the demon care? And besides, the last thing he wanted was to get stuck behind a desk in an office. Talk about overly cramped. If he thought the desks at the school were overly confining (which explained why he always sat leaning back in his chair, legs crossed, one foot balancing against the desk to keep him upright), then there was no way he’d be able to survive a cubicle. It just wasn’t going to happen.
He pushed thoughts of the future out of his mind as he sauntered towards the library, hands in his pockets, a toothpick he had been gnawing on sticking out of the corner of his mouth. Truth be told, spending one’s entire childhood with a pair of zealous intellectualists of the modern day church for parental figures who were somewhat overly occupied with their lecture tours rather than their only son, could be quite a trying business upon one’s resolve, and tended to cause one to overreact on the smallest of subjects, namely being dragged against one’s will out into the world. On a school night, heaven forbid. And here the closet angel was, standing upon the threshold of his Advanced Latin Studies class, gazing forlornly at his teacher with rather unnecessarily wide blue eyes, pleading for the poor man to quickly scribble him an excuse as to why he could not accept their offer, though thank you very kindly for suggesting it. But even as the elderly man shook his head with a bit of a clever gleam in his warm gaze, Aziraphale couldn’t help the lump that rose in his throat, masking it with a quick bow of his curly blonde head and a scrambling sort of shuffle out the door, clutching his books to his chest desperately once he made his way toward the only safe haven he had found while attending the school, slightly apprehensive. Upon seeing Zaheela from a distance however, the angel immediately gave a cheerful wave and a warm smile, trying to convince himself that it couldn’t end up so very bad after all.
She glanced down at her watch again for the 17thtime and sighed. She had tested out of her last period class and had no real idea when the classes got out. She could only guess and assume. Normally she would of waited in the library until the hallways came to life with the buzzing of her fellow students before heading out to risk the suicidal driving that her brother tried to pass off as driving and get to her studies. But she DID promise and she wasn't one to break her promises at all. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar head of blond hair and a somewhat subdued air around him. She smiled back, not a smile that radiated sunshine like most girls did, but a cool, collected smile.
“Hi.” Was her simple response to his arrival. “Now we have to wait for Nii-san to appear.”
Almost as if on cue Crowley approached from the other direction, several of the students directly avoiding his confident saunter. So he had a reputation. Someone sue him. He smirked as he pulled the toothpick out of his mouth, flicking it towards a garbage can and not even bothering to see if it actually went in or not. “Ready?” he asked, as he stepped up next to Zaheela, a cafty smirk on his face.
Zaheela frowned as she watch the toothpick miss the trashcan entirely and strode over to pick it up and properly dispose of it before walking back towards Crowley. “Of course brother, I'm sure that you've planned some dastardly, extreme, life changing things for us today.” She responded, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She tucked her bookbag under her shoulder before tightening her tie and steeling her nerves. This would be a day to remember, but she supposed she was supposed to be a good little sister and set her older brother up on a date. Though she mentally noted that it was usually the older sibling setting up the dates in most families, but hers was hardly normal. She smiled at Aziraphale. “Ready to go or will you need to stop by your locker?” She questioned.
Despite the obviously noticeable fact that the angel had never really indulged much less paid too much attention upon the ways of the heart other than the obligatory good deed here and there, he couldn’t help but swallow dryly at the confidant swagger the dark haired boy willingly flaunted, a dark blush crossing the bridge of his nose as he quickly realized his error. It wasn’t as if the blonde were utterly disconnected from that sort of thing, a rather large amount of girls having kindly expressed their fondness for the angel’s rather bright, large blue eyes—though that was quickly avoided as he had purchased an over the counter pair of unnecessary glasses in order to somehow hide behind the attributes that drew unwanted attention— as guilty as he felt for upsetting so very many a silly girl. Trying to mask his discomfort in vain, Aziraphale gave a startled yelp as Zaheela addressed him, which brought him straight back down to earth with an apologetic smile and "Oh, no thank you dear! I’ve only brought my Latin text if you don’t mind awfully much." Then the angel chanced a sheepish glance at Crowley,s pushing his spectacles upward upon his nose almost reflexively. "—is that all right?"
Crowley only rolled his eyes as Zah insisted on picking up his carelessly tossed aside toothpick. However, as the blond answered his sistere’s inquiry before turning to ok it with the demon himself, Crowley couldn’t help but smirk. “You can bring it, Foureyes, but you won’t be using it much.” he warned. A glint might’ve flashed in his golden eyes had he not been wearing sunglasses, but, as it was, they were worn, so the crafty and confident look on his face was currently the only thing giving him away.
Zaheela cringed visibly at the sight of that grin. It only meant one thing; by the end of the day they would be so tired it would be a chore to breathe. She sighed and turned, going on ahead towards the doors, avoiding the people walking down the hallway gracefully. She turned her head to stare at her brother and unwilling accomplice. “Are you two coming?” She asked, pausing only briefly before once again taking the unhurried pace. The way she saw it, the sooner this was over with the sooner she could go back home and back to her studies. Ok, so maybe her brother was right when it came to her obsession with books, but he could just hold his tongue. She had plans for her life, and he'll have to live with it.
Blinking, more than a bit distracted for reasons he wouldn’t dare disclose, the angel nodded sheepishly at Zaheela’s inquiry, hurrying to catch up with her through the crowd despite his rather lacking ability to weave between the others around him and flailing as he nearly went tumbling over, arms clutching his Latin text a bit desperately. "Er—where are we, ah—going, my dear?"
Crowley watched, amused, as the blond tried to weave around the people in the halls. He himself seemed to have no problems, sauntering on through them, expecting them to get out of his way. And get out of his way they did. Crowley didn’t have the best reputation at the school, but he had never particularly cared and still didn’t. As for where they were going... “You’ll see when we get there.” His smirk widened just a fraction.
Dodging the crowds of people, she grumbled as she nearly ran into a teacher. The crowds, however parted as her brother came next to them, which made walking much easier.
“You're not getting out of this Aziraphale-san.” She stated outright, guessing what was on his mind. It was a bit worrisome for herself, but she could bear it. She did share his blood even if she would never openly admit it. She smiled for a moment before exiting the building, hissing slightly as her eyes forced themselves to readjust. Shading her eyes with her hand, she scanned the parking lot for the death machine her brother called his baby.
“Nii-san, where did you park the deathclunker?”
Crowley couldn’t help but scowl at Zaheela’s nickname for his car. His baby. His heart and soul. His life. “Her name is Bently.” he growled, though it was the same old argument. His darling was named after a car he had always wanted to own, but Bentleys were quite hard to come by, especially the kind he wanted. 1926 black Bentleys didn’t pop up every day. “And she’s over here.” He moved towards a black car parked at the far side of the parking lot.
Aziraphale, never one with the calmest disposition when faced with certain danger that one could certainly prevent, almost instantly drew back at the sight of Bentley, ducking a curly blonde head behind the now book shield. "We’re—you’re going to drive us in that?!" Slightly hysterical, the angel peeks from over the Latin text warily and moans just a little, wincing at what lay ahead of him. If the angel never returned home before he was meant to say Grace that night before the evening meal, he was sure that his parents would have a word or two to say, a punishment that usually took a good two to three hours of his time in lectures.
“Deathclunker is a perfectly suitable name for that death trap on wheels. It's a wonder why I don't force you to get a new car, or let me drive us to school.” Zaheela grumbled before taking the back seat (thus forcing Aziraphale to take the front seat) before locking herself to place and pre-empting the take off by holding the seat in a deathgrip. “Lead the way, oh mighty captain, Lead the way to our doom and demise.” She said, a touch of snark, the look on her face pleading from him to have some consideration for the inexperienced.
Consideration? That was like mercy, wasn’t it? As if he had any of that. And why had Zaheela taken the back seat? Whatever. If nothing else, Foureye’s reaction would be fuckin’ hilarious. “Buckle up.” he warned, wide smirk growing as he stuck the key in the ignition and turned the car on.
There was, of course, a fleeting moment where the angel caught a glimpse of everything he had done throughout his very young life, and it abruptly occurred to him that it had all been rather boring, or at the very least unfulfilling. Not that he didn’t enjoy doing good deeds for others in need of help, but there must be something larger out there that he had simply been missing, wasn’t there? "Er, I don’t suppose—" But as the car all but flew out of the parking lot, Aziraphale couldn’t do anything other than wail rather loudly in despair, clutching at Crowley’s forearm and shouting things at him, that would probably go quite unnoticed.
Zaheela was just content on cursing her brother, his driving, and the lack of common sense for her to of had taken HER car to school with them today. Killing her friend VIA crazy, psychopathic, death taunting, brothers was not the best of ideas. She only hoped she was right about the whole attraction thing between these two. Otherwise, she wasn't quite sure she would be able to forgive herself...
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...that happpened over a year ago, and indeed, it had paid off. It was a bright and sunny day, but Zaheela paid little heed to it. She sighed, ears catching the sounds of soft breathing. The table in the main dining area was set for three, a simple meal of eggs, toast, and mini-hotdogs. A pitcher of fresh juice was sitting in the center and she placed down three cups. Wiping her hands on her apron, she stalked over to the door and didn't bother to knock. She knew what to expect. The curtains were closed in order to deny the existence of the sun and the lump in the middle of the bed wasn't moving. Clothes and books were everywhere and she had to mentally count to three before saying, "Nii-san, Az-san, breakfast is ready."
‘Bugger.’
That was the very first thought that entered Crowley’s head. He wasn’t ready to get up yet, school be damned. Which, granted, was no different from his usual attitude, so he just made a non-committal noise in response and pulled the angel next to him closer in, nuzzling his nose into the soft skin of the Aziraphale’s neck, fully intending to go back to sleep.
"Hmmm," the angel in question hummed low in the back of his throat, lying out sprawled upon the rather lovely mattress while drawing a soothing hand over the demon’s spine, instinctively. But, always the one to rise early and usually expected to rouse his boyfriend from the deep slumber he seemed to adopt quite often, Aziraphale pressed a lazy hand over his mouth to yawn. "Dear, we have to get up now." Gently drawing a hand through the demon’s dark hair, the angel leaned down a bit to press a kiss upon the other’s cheek, smiling fondly.
Zaheela merely shrugged, used to these shows of affections. She was also used to hearing their groaning, moaning, and having to drown them out with music. She closed her eyes and mentally did a recount of the damage.
“Your pants are hanging off the chair, Az-san. Nii-san, get your lazy, scaly butt out of bed.” She warned with a tone that suggested listening to her was a GOOD idea. But did big brothers (even if he was only older by a few minutes) ever listen? Nooooooo.
Crowley let out a pleased hiss in the back of his throat as Aziraphale’s fingers moved through his hair. However, at the mention of his scaly rear end (it was a nice rear end, thank you very much!), he grabbed a pillow, idly chucking it in Zaheela’s general direction.
Aziraphale chuckled quietly at the comments, unable to help the rather embarrassed flush that gave a scarlet shade to his cheeks as he ducked his head, burying it into Crowley’s thick hair along with his fingers. "Do try not to fight so early in the morning, hmm?" Glancing over at Zaheela briefly with a small, knowing smile that very nearly translated into a smirk despite his job position the angel continued, rather amused. “If you agree to come out of bed for me now, later we’ll—" And the rest was only heard by the demon, as he’d softly eased a few threads of his dark hair away, pressing his lips against the curve of the other’s ear and breathing warm promises into the crevice, giggling a bit.
She ducked the flying pillow, a little too used to this. Her temper did have a long fuse, but time was short. She sighed, before exiting the room partly and grabbing a flowerpot, filled with ice cold water and Lilacs and counted to three once again. “Final warning, Nii-san. Get out of bed, or I'll be forced to make you.” She ground out, tail twitching slightly.
The angel’s offer had been mighty tempting, and he was about to get up. That is, until his younger (by about a minute and a half) sister came back in and demanded he get up. Crowley was not pleased, and therefore decided to pull the covers over his head, the thought of looking to see what the threat was first not really occurring to him at this point in the morning. “Bugger off.” he stated, eloquently.
The angel reluctantly detached himself from the demon, having a bit of trouble with the sheets that were curled about his limbs for a minute before gathering up his assorted clothes from the night previous, still blushing rather profusely. "Come on, dear." In one last effort to rouse the demon, Aziraphale made his way over and gently placed a hand on the other’s warm shoulder, rubbing there while giving Zaheela quite the apologetic smile, shrugging a bit.
Zaheela huffed, glaring at the lump that was her brother before storming over and dumping the contents of the flowerpot, flowers and all, on top of his head. They needed to replace the flowers anyways. The reaction was predictable and pleasurable to watch. Crowley had screamed bloody murder, leapt out of bed, and cursed in 4 different languages. All in under a minute. She hated to have to resort to that, but hey, at least it got him up quickly.
And Crowley did just that. Once he was finished the the cursing in four different languages, he rounded on his twin, serpentine eyes glowing, as he hadn't yet put in his contacts. “Oh, you are going to pay for that!” he snarled, leaping at his sister.
A long, rather heavy sigh accompanied this predicable display as the angel dug about the clutter within the room until he finally gathered up his latest text, otherwise known as the ‘Complete, Detailed History and Cultural Explanation of Scandinavia during the Fourteenth Century’. "Er, I’ll leave you to it, then?" Not bothering with a reply, Aziraphale walked briskly out of the room and delicately sat upon one of the stools within the kitchen, easily preparing a bit of toast with some light jam as he surveyed page 873, idly pushing a pair of glasses upward upon the bridge of his nose as he settled in for a morning study session.
Zaheela, have being awake already for 2 hours and thus not lagged down by post-sleep lethargy, as well as being the more flexible and faster of the twins, merely dodged her enraged brother sending him crashing into a pile of clothes. She glanced at him, making sure he hadn't damaged anything or any part of him, before joining Aziraphale at the table, taking a bite of her eggs. “Nii-san, get dressed already, class starts in a hour.” She said simply, pouring herself a cup of coffee and adding 5 lumps of sugar and forgoing milk or cream. She nibbled on a corner of the thick toast as she waited for her brother to finish dressing and join them for breakfast. She already finished their lunches and hidden her brother's car keys, leaving her free time to enjoy her breakfast and do some light studying. Taking out her notebook, she flipped the leather bound thing open and began to scan the content. Finals were just around the corner and she'd be damned if she didn't at least honestly study for them. Even if she knew the material through and through, it didn't hurt to review it one more time
Crowley growled as he wormed his way out of the pile of clothes, muttering and cursing to himself as he threw on a slightly wrinkled shirt and just hung his tie around his neck, not bothering to do it up, and went to the task of putting his green-eyed contacts in to disguise the yellow. Since when did he care what time class started? Really?
He was still sulking as he made his way down the stairs, plopping down between his boyfriend and his sister, rolling his eyes at the both of them. “Honestly. Don’t you two ever stop studying?”
The angel merely smiled warmly once he felt the presence of the demon plopping down in the seat just next to him, and he pressed a fond kiss to his cheek, drawing back only to sip his juice and finish up with the eggs on his plate, finally closing his book. "For certain occasions, yes," Aziraphale stated flatly, though a hint of an underlying wit laced his words while he eluded to the night previous, where Crowley had yet again succeeded in tackling the angel onto the bed and effectively ending his study session for a good long while. "Hmm—Zaheela, dear? May I—" and he gulped a bit, eyeing the book that lay out in front of her with a soft reverence. "—take a look at your notes, that is...if you don’t mind ever so much?"
Zaheela blinked, toast hanging from her mouth slightly. Her eyes adjusted to the light of the window coming from the window very painfully though. She blinked once, then twice, before nodding and snapping her notebook shut and leaned across her brother's lap to hand her notebook to Aziraphale. “You know I have no problems with that.” She responded, before taking out her History textbook and opening the well worn book to page 691. She briefly noted her brother was scowling... again. “No, Nii-san. We won't stop studying, at least I won't. What do you want me to do? Find a boyfriend?” She deadpanned, giving him the brief evil eye.
Crowley snorted, and helped himself to some breakfast. “It would help you get out more.” he replied, snark filtering through his tone. "As long as it's not Professor whatshisname, I'm mostly all for it."
Of course, if Aziraphale had not been so utterly engrossed within thoroughly reading the notes set out in front of him, he might have made a wry comment about the state the demon usually found himself in when the blonde spoke to other boys, of all preposterous things. As it was, he stayed mortally quiet during the mild quarrel, rather warm blue eyes wide with awe as he gazed at theory after theory, the piece of toast slowly dropping from his mouth unbidden and unnoticed.
Zaheela rolled her eyes as she nibbled on the miniature hot dog. “Oh PLEASE. Since when would I go out with a teacher? Much less one I can't stand more for more then 90 minutes. Now the teacher's AIDE in english is cute.” She argued. “Of course we all just know Mother and father most likely have an arranged marriage waiting for their innocent, virgin daughter.” the virgin part was stressed in the same tone their father had said. She scowled, the air around her becoming icy. It was bad enough her brother though that she had feelings for one of the teachers. It was worse that the one he suggested was pure evil in her opinion. “You're just mad he flunked you last year. For not showing up for class more then once a week.”
Crowley scoffed. “I don’t give a damn what the fucker thinks of me. As long as he doesn’t touch my sister, I won’t have a reason to beat his ass.” The teen huffed, shoveling another spoonful of eggs into his mouth. “And as for what dad says: there’s a reason I don’t listen to him much.”
Aziraphale only seemed to catch the part of the conversation that vaguely began transcending the lines of decent speech, which was quickly followed by a “Language, my dear” and a light slap to Crowley’s hand, before he continued to bend over his text, glass of juice poised at his lips as he promptly forgot to drink once he read the next paragraph.
“You just don't like it when he calls you an idiot.” She grumbled, poking at her food with her fork before continuing to eat. She watched as Aziraphale had zoned out, as he usually did, and 'punished' her brother.
His actions earned a giggle from the younger twin as she finished her meal, book snapped shut and the last triangle of her toast hanging from her mouth. She shoved the book into her bookbag before standing up.
“Nii-san, Az-san, we should get going before we are late for class.” She began, taking her keys off of the hanging key rings (which were notibly lacking the keys to the deathtap). A Quick twist of her snow white hair with one hand and one hair tie a moment later later, she was ready, content on waiting by the door as she slipped her loafers onto her feet.
Crowley scowled, shaking his hand out a bit after Aziraphale smacked him. “Hey!” he protested, mouth twisting. He pushed himself to his feet as Zaheela stood as well, and moved over to find his own keys...when he noticed that they had gone missing. “Where are my keys?!”
Gathering up his own things, which consisted of the usual overly large textbooks shoved neatly into a brown satchel that would predictably create a lovely bruise upon his left shoulder by the end of the day’s excursions, Aziraphale drank what was left within his glass and headed over toward the twins, nose still stuck within his Latin studies book, reviewing for an exam that would take place early the next morning. “Hmm calm yourself, dear,” the blond teen stated a bit distractedly, while slipping his palm into Crowley’s hand on instinct.
Zaheela strode forward, ignoring her brother's indignant stare, blue eyes not looking anywhere in his direction. “You'll get them once we're at school.” Was her calm answer, waiting for Aziraphale to leave the apartment with her brother. She nudged her brother out of the doorway and locked it behind them. Walking down the hallway, she swore she could feel his scowling. “Nii-san,” She began, “The day you don't drive 89 miles an hour in a 35 mile area, in heavy traffic, with roughly a 81% chance of an accident is the day I'm not going to pull this. Or when I get married. Live with it.” With that, she pressed the down button for the elevator, hands gripping her bag tightly. “And please go to your classes. At LEAST on the last day before exams.”
Crowley scowled, his hand automatically closing around Aziraphale’s as the angel slipped it into his own. “Hey. At least you’ve never been late to class because of me.” As he followed his sister out the door, glancing in the mirror once to make sure his green-eyed contacts were firmly in place before he slipped on his sunglasses, he raised an eyebrow. “Why should exams effect whether I go to class or not?” he asked.
As would be expected of a rather bookish boyfriend, the angel had easily grown accustomed to the quarrels between the twins, despite his frantic concern in the beginning when he hadn’t realized how much they cared for each other and why exactly they fought so very often, probably due to the fact that he had no other siblings to speak of. Though he wouldn’t dare mention the ghastly amount of cousins that he had, or the consequences would be disastrous. “Behave, please.” It was still quite a distracted reply, Aziraphale’s pale fingers threading further into Crowley’s had absently as he cradled his textbook in the other, reviewing as much as he possibly could before classes started.
With a huff, she glared at her brother from the corner of her eyes, keys in hand. “Because you could at least do them the favor of appearing more then once a week. Oh... And possibly NOT FAIL by going to the reviews before the actual final?” Zaheela managed to say in a clipped but civil tone, eyes flashing dangerously. Honestly, how did she wind up with such a boneheaded, irresponsible, moronic, disrespectful, annoying older brother? It was as if someone either up above or down below was punishing her for being born on that day or something. It was like she was, studious where he was lax, Hard-working while he was lazy and content with slithering along, and other opposites. There were times, she supposed, that when in their mother's womb she had pre-empted his easygoing, heart stopping attitude and turned her hair white. But he WAS her brother, and she did love him, even if she didn't know why exactly.
“Come on, I'm driving. Since you don't let me touch the death trap, we're taking my car. No arguments.”
Crowley rolled his eyes. How he ended up with such a stiff-necked, straight-laced, fun-hating sister was beyond him but---oh wait. That’s right. His boyfriend was similar, but not quite as contradictory. ‘That’s just it.’ he decided, even as he thoughtlessly rubbed his thumb over the knuckle of Aziraphale’s thumb. ‘I’m a masochist.’ He growled as she, once again, referred to his baby as a death trap. It was not a death trap! It was a safe and reliable car, dammit! But at this point, there was no way out of it, so he merely fell into a sulk. “Maybe I’ll go to Theology. If for no other reason than to watch ol’ Bane nearly burst a vein whenever Az raises his hand in class.” This statement was accompanied by a smirk and a small squeeze to the angel’s hand to reassure him that it was only a joke.
“But, my dear really, you have yet to notice that his ludicrus claims on the Vatican are completely false and lack all semblence of—er?” Pausing in the midst of his intellectual tyraid, the angel gave a confused blink as his hand was squeezed gently, which finally brought him to the conclusion that his boyfriend had been joking. Again. “Typical,” Aziraphale murmured underneath his breath, a small fairly amused grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he leaned over to press a kiss to Crowley’s cheek, chuckling. “Though why am I not surprised, hmm? You can come if you like.”
“Why do you think I switched out of Theology to take Psychology even though the teacher is absolutely psychotic?” the Only girl in the trio asked as she unlocked the door to her car and slipped into the driver's seat. She waited for her sulking brother and his boyfriend to slip into the back to cuddle, and possibly gag her with the amount of sap the two could create in under 4 minutes before starting the engine.
“Then again, I'm going into the Medical fields, so Theology isn't that required.” She muttered to herself, making a note to reread her notes before the class. “What about your other classes? I'm sure that they'd like you showing up and making them think the apocalypse is upon them. Brighten up their lives a bit?” She joked and pulled out of the parking lot.
Crowley snorted as he slid into the back seat with Aziraphale, buckling himself in out of a force of habit. “Hey, it ain’t my job to bring about the Apocalypse. That’s someone else’s job. You know that.” He rested his arm around the back of the seat, fingers gently massaging the angel’s neck and toying with the ends of Aziraphale’s blond hair. The demon leaned back a bit against the seat and pondered, briefly. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to go to another class or two today...if for no other reason than to irritate the teachers. That was always fun. He let out a huff of air, perhaps actually looking forward to the school day for once. As long as that damn Mystery Club didn’t bother him today. But, one way or three, Crowley was sure it’d be alright. It always was. And besides, if it really stunk, he’d just cut out of class, even if it did earn him a lecture later.
Some things, he supposed, never changed here at City High. And that was the way Crowley liked it.
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