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Sometimes, it didn't make sense how lucky she was. At least not to her. It didn’t make sense that she blew shit up all the time and no one seemed to care, at least not enough to confront her or give her shit about it. It didn’t make sense that almost everything got her way, with no strings attached, she lived better than ever, so of course it made no sense that she didn’t feel “free” or “happy” - not that she would know if she ever felt that way anyway -.
Cherri hated the silence, she never liked being alone with her thoughts. Normally she would just shut them up quickly by watching some trash tv or going out to take her boredom out on someone else. But tonight, she didn’t feel like doing anything to be honest, though she didn’t want to think too much into why , so she decided it was just a lazy day, nothing new, nothing special.
Tick, tick, tick, tick…
But of course, that’s absurd, even for her.
Several knocks on her door alerted her. Making her gasp and jump out of the bed, instinctively putting her closed fists in front of her chest as if she was preparing to fight. But that was until she listened closer and recognized the rhythm. There was only one other demon who knew that childish, yet ridiculously hilarious pattern.
The woman walk over to the door as she stifled an excited giggle and knocked on her own door her part of the “song” (if you could even call it that) and the person outside couldn’t contain his cackling to ring through the door.
“C'mon bitch, I know you’re in there”.
Cherri quickly opened the door and finally faced her best friend. The one and only Angel Dust, or as she liked to call him: Angie, her favorite bitch.
“Pshh, 'I know you’re in there'? What are you, a fucking cop?”. The strawberry blonde rested sideways on the door frame and crossed her arms with an insincere bored expression.
Angel smirked and it only took him a second to take one of the many Tommy guns he always carried with him (for safety reasons, as he always said to everyone who questioned him about it), and jokingly pointed it at his friend with a very well acted determined smile.
“How did you know?~ Back off! Put those hands where I can see them!”.
Cherri’s expression suddenly changed from boredom to fear, her big red eye opened wide as her lower lip and hands started trembling, which became more apparent once she took the order and lifted them, backing up a little bit in front of Angel. However, what really sold it was the moment she hesitantly kneeled down on the floor while still looking him in the eye.
“Wha- Angie, please...no, put that away…”. The girl begged in a helpless, scared tone. She looked like she was holding back tears that weren’t really visible, but the sniffles seemed like the clue they were coming.
The spider demon’s face softened at that, feeling an immediate pang of guilt when he saw how the cyclops looked truly terrified at his joke. His mismatched eyes danced in confusion while staring at his friend cower right in front of him. A rush of anxious adrenaline tickled his insides, making him breath out a nervous giggle.
“H-hey c’mon, girl. It’s me, you can’t actually think that I-”.
“Please!”. The fearful woman interrupted.
“No! I-I mean, yes! Let me just…”. The pink stripped spider was slowly putting away his gun, careful not to make any sudden action that would startle his best friend. However, he couldn’t finish saving the weapon before he felt a kick on the side of his heeled boot out of nowhere, making him lose his balance. Before he could process anything, the guy was already on the floor, facing the ceiling.
“Ha! And THAT’S why you´d be a terrible cop, you idiot”. Cherri’s voice sounded the same again, like she wasn’t just about to cry a few seconds ago.
“What. The. FUCK is wrong with you!? I could have pulled the trigger by accident, you fucking bitch!”. The pornstar felt as relieved as he was furious at the girl that currently leaned on his flexed knees with a shit-eating grin on her freckled face.
“No fucking way you actually fell for that!”. Her loud laugh made the guy really want to kick her in the face but she was faster, holding both of his long legs and dragging him into the apartment and closing the door shut.
“Of course I fucking did! I thought I scared you for real”. Angel yelled while finally being able to sit up with a frown. And of course, instead of an apology, all he got was a louder cackle from the blonde. “I’m serious! Next time I’ll fucking shoot you for pulling that stunt, you heard me!?”.
“Oh, no~ please, Angie! Don’t shoot me, I’m sooo scared”. That one was clearly fake and mocking, obviously to piss him off, which worked wonders, because he pushed her hard enough to make her almost fall on her ass but the woman was able to hold onto a nearby dresser she crashed into. That surprisingly didn’t upset her though, instead, she wheezed really hard until no sound came out. Like she wanted to keep laughing but there was no voice left in her.
The pornstar only blew a resigned raspberry before getting up from the ground to make his way to his freckled friend to nudge her weakly with his leg. Cherri could tell he wasn’t mad anymore because he started snickering a bit. “Fucking dumbass”.
“Yeah, keep pretending you don’t love that”. She smirked.
“You are SO fucking lucky I do. If anyone else pulled half the shit you just did, I’d skin them alive with my heels”. That joke made the girl almost start laughing again but she restrained herself for her lungs's sake this time. The guy waited for her to catch her breath a bit while one of his many arms was wrapped around her shoulders. They both felt a bit more relaxed as they both made their way to the girl’s bed. Their usual hang out spot.
To Angel, it was easy to see that Cherri wasn’t having a good time before he showed up. The ashtray on her bedside was full, the bed unmade, several explosives rolling around on the floor, along with a pile of clothes she was probably not feeling like putting away. He knew how the girl could be messy sometimes, but he could always tell apart from a ‘I didn’t feel like tidying up’ messy to a ‘I feel like shit’ messy. To his worry, this seemed to be the latter.
However, the spider knew better than to question her directly on the matter. The Bomb in her name wasn’t there just ‘cuz it was a fun pun, you actually have to be very careful with the words you choose with her sometimes. You need to stay calm and find the right wire. You even had to defuse her when shit hit the fan. That was something Angel had to learn at some point, but luckily by now, he knew the right approach to these things.
“Sorry I didn’t text you before coming over, my phone died. Were you doing anything before I showed?”. He hoped this subtle question would push Cherri enough to give him any clue on why the place looked neglected.
“Nah. I was just bored. Didn’t feel like doing anything today”. She replied with a shrug as she threw herself on the bed and the other followed her. The answer looked simple at first sight but Angel knew it meant she was having one of those days where her battery is running low, which made him calm down a bit.
“Lazy day, huh? Me too. Had the day off but I didn’t want to do shit at the hotel. And then I thought ‘Hey, who else can make procrastinating more fun?’ And that’s why I dropped by”.
Cherri felt a bit flustered by that but of course, she wouldn’t let that show, so she chuckled and pushed him affectionately. “Pshh oh wow, corny”.
Angel laughed, pushing her back. He knew she had a very hard time with compliments and she couldn’t return them to save her afterlife, but he knew she was trying her best and that was enough for him.
“Oh shut up. I saved you from dying of boredom didn’t I?”.
“I guess”. She finally admitted although with a not so sure tone.
“Then get your head out of your ass, take the compliment and let's not do shit together, bitch”. Angel sassily suggested, resting a hand under his chin while another reached out to her.
“Hell yeah! That’s what I’m fucking talking about”. Cherri responded with a hyped up tone as she grabbed Angel’s hand, lifting both before they let themselves fall back on the bed while laughing.
And with that, for the next two hours, they spent it without even saying a word. They just laid there, enjoying each other’s company. Playing the music they both liked to alleviate the silence, both scrolling on their phones carelessly, changing their positions now and then so their muscles wouldn’t become atrophied for being still for so long. Despite the simplicity of it, this was actually one of Cherri’s favorite things to do with Angel, she liked the idea of having someone she trusted enough to just do nothing with in her room, she just never thought anyone would have reached that level of trust with. Maybe that's why he is her best friend. But she would never fucking tell him that.
Suddenly, her emotional thoughts were thankfully taken away by a very unexpected sound. A smoochy sound and then a smirk. That made her look from her phone for the first time in hours and saw the pink spider giggling with his eyes still glued to his own device.
“Hey! No sexting in my damn room”. The cyclops took a hold on the nearest pillow she could find and swung it to the guy, who only had the opportunity to look up before it impacted directly on his face. The next thing she heard from him was a muffled ‘hey! ’.
“Get your fucking mind outta the gutter! I’m not doing that”. Once Angel could set his face free, he refuted to the woman before throwing the improvised weapon at her owner.
“Then what the hell are you doing?”. She asked, although not exactly looking for a real answer, she was gonna find out for herself anyway. Without giving the poor spider a chance to talk, she took his phone from him.
“Bitch, cut it out!”. Her friend tried weakly to take it back but she just ignored him as she looked at the screen. Finding an unexpectedly known name on the chat.
“The fucking cat? Really, Angie? I know you’re into older dudes but damn!”. She smirked mockingly at the arachnid before having the phone snatched from her hands, taking a chuckle out of her.
“It’s not like that, man. I’ve told you”. Angel huffed as he blocked his screen, frowning in annoyance.
“Oh yeah? Then what are you sending him kissy sounds for?”. She accused him.
Angel signed defeatedly at her questioning before crawling to her side. He unlocked his screen in front of Cherri.
“I’m just showing you this so you know you’re wrong, capiche?”.
“Sure, dude ~”. She responded, both sarcastically and slightly intrigued.
As the guy rolled his eyes, he started scrolling up a bit into his conversation with Husk until he found one specific text, which she assumed was the start of the context for Angel’s previous actions.
“Start reading from here”. He passed the phone to her reluctantly and she happily took it, not caring about the other crossing his arms disapprovingly as she started reading.
The conversation started simple. Just casually asking about each other’s day (turns out, both of their days were shit), but as painfully trivial the question was, it was the starter for their chat to become a bit more interesting.
So where’s tiny now?
The answer was sent in a picture that showed the small maid, she distantly remembered her making a mess the night they went clubbing, having the spider become her personal babysitter. She was looking directly at the camera in a way that almost creeped Cherri out enough to make her throw the device at a wall. But she refrained as she was already a bit invested. She later noticed the caption underneath that read:
Still here, annoying the shit outta me.
Pftt.
After that, it was Angel's turn to send a picture, which was actually the same the bartender had sent but this time, her eye was zoomed in and it looked like her friend decided to become creative by drawing a big ‘#’ over her sclera, strategically making her pupil be at the center of it. Finishing with the caption:
Wanna play?
Ha!
The cat seemed amused enough to send the same image once more, but continuing playing ‘tic tac toe’ over the girl’s eye. Cherri had to repress a snicker as she read, she couldn’t show how unexpectedly hilarious the conversation had turned.
As the woman kept scrolling down, she saw that Angel was the winner of their ridiculous game. Although it was clear that Husk let him win, but who was she to put down her bestie’s little victory?
Nice! What did I win?
How about an invitation to go straight to kiss my ass?
…
Wait, no!
This time, Angel’s response came into an audio note, as she played, she immediately recognized the smoochy sound that triggered this whole ‘read your friend’s private texts’ thing. It only took a second for Cherri to burst out laughing after connecting the dots of what happened.
“You happy now, bitch?”. She heard Angel finally speaking again, but he didn’t sound serious at all since a couple of giggles escaped from his lips as he talked.
She didn’t answer until her laugh subsided.
“Yep, pretty much”. A few giggles were still there as she spoke. She was about to pass the phone back to its owner but then she felt a light vibration on her hand, making her look into the screen once again.
“No fucking way, he just texted back”. Her eye was glued to the chat now.
“Wait what?”. He became curious very fast as he tried to see what was on the screen. “What did he say?”.
The girl only snickered and passed the phone to her friend to see. Muffling her laugh in anticipation.
God. Fucking. Dammit. Angel
I just spat my drink because of your bullshit! 😾
That last text was happily welcomed by two voices crashing together, cackling loudly like two chickens on cocaine. They both threw themselves back on the bed once again, the two friends could’ve easily spent five to ten minutes laughing nonstop.
Once the spider was able to collect himself again, he opened the chat again to type quickly a ‘You’re welcome’ to his other friend. Man, was Husk gonna be pissed at him about this once he got back.
“Agh shit, that old fuck is so fun to annoy”. Cherri was also finally able to speak again, covering her stomach while also trying to recover from all the air being expelled out of her lungs
“Psh, yeah…”. Angel replied. Grinning while his eyes were still fixated on the previous texts.
There was a short pause before the cyclops decided to continue the conversation after sitting up on the bed.
“Seriously, I can’t believe you guys are like…friends now, or whatever”.
Thought that was my job.
She shook her head at the intrusive thought.
“Honestly? Me neither. I used to think he would just hate me forever. But…I don’t know, I guess we just had more in common than we thought? It was…weird”. The way Angel sighed that last word didn’t sit right with her for some reason, it fired an alarm in her and she didn’t know why. She had to suppress that strange feeling by grasping the covers under her.
“Yeah, weird. I was surprised when we went clubbing and suddenly, the guy you told me was a fucking asshole a few months ago was all buddy-buddy with you now. Even in the battle with the angels, you guys seemed attached to the hip”. She tried to sound nonchalant, but a ghost of venom could be perceived if you paid enough attention. But thankfully, Angel didn’t. He just sighed, lost in thought.
What the fuck is that reaction for?
And just as if Angel could read her negative mind, he answered. “I guess we just became close. Turns out we just needed to realise we’re both fucking losers ”. He smiled a little when he said that last word but Cherri paid no mind to that.
“Psh, you’re not wrong about that. But still, how much can you have in common with a drunk ass old man like him?”. She questioned, unable to hide her intrigue. It just didn’t make much sense to her.
“He’s not that old. We were even alive at the same time for a while”. The spider declared.
“Wait, holy shit, really?”. That actually caught her off guard. More than she would have liked to admit.
“Yeah, but I died a lot younger than he did. I didn’t get to grow old, remember?”.
“How could I forget…”. She looked a little crestfallen when that sad fact was brought back. It was still painful to think that her friend ended, well…the way he did. “Well at least you got to die hot”. Cherri tried to lighten the weight of the topic somehow.
The compliment seemed to reach Angel, who smirked before responding. “Thank fuck for that” like the total diva he was . “No but really, we’re both old as shit. Don’t tell anyone”. He whispered that last part dramatically while putting his index finger over his lips.
“Ok, gramps!”. The woman laughed at her friend, looking away from him so he would see how forced that came out. But of course, he didn’t pay attention again. He only stared at the ceiling, completely absent minded. “No one would give a fuck anyway”.
Fucking liar.
The last undesired thought had a point though. If she was completely honest with herself, the conversation was not fun anymore, not to her at least. Her thoughts were getting louder the more they talked about it, and made her feel weird. Like being punched in the gut by a baby or something- okay that was a dumbass analogy, but that was the only way she could put it at the moment.
No one should give a flying fuck.
No one.
So why the fuck did she?