Lucifer ran as fast as he could, not even thinking about the pain that shot through him as he took every stride, running from his shame, from his hatred, from his emptiness.

He ran until the point at which he was so oxygen deprived that his head hurt, his vision starting to blur, his balance wavering on the edge of a cliff, about to fall to its death, he just ran, as far away as possible. Away from it all. His legs began to malfunction, luckily he was close to his house now. He slowed down as he got closer to his door. He was so out of breath that all he could do was unlock the door, enter and just fall onto his couch. He finally succumbed to the exhaustion and lay still, catching his breath. If his house were a couple of meters further from where it is, he was sure he would collapse before he got in from the lack of breath.

His legs ached unbearably, his back cold with sweat. He lay there, still as a hollow shell of a sacred tree.

Loud knocks suddenly came from his door, accompanied with shouts of his name. That could only be one person, but it still surprised Lucifer he followed him all the way to his house.

"Lucifer, open the fucken door!" Shouted Brad as he banged on the thick wood.

"I'm not leaving until you do, so just give over and open it already before I knock it down!" As soon as Brad said that last part, he wasn't sure how he'd do it if it came to that since the door is at least a couple inches thick.

Lucifer slowly stood up from his position, his breath back but his muscles still burned when he moved. He slowly walked over to the door and stopped right in front of it. He couldn't shout since his throat hurt too much to do so, so he had to get closer to the door.

"Why are you here?" Said Lucifer as loudly as he could, hoping Brad could hear him through the door since he didn't want to open it in case he pushed in.

"Just open the door already Luce!" Brad exclaimed. He took a few steps back, getting ready to run at the door. He started to run when the door opened unexpectedly. It was too late for him to stop so he just extended his arms, trying to grab onto something to stop himself, but instead of grabbing something that could stop him, he grabbed onto Lucifer. He knew that they would fall so he instinctively put his arms around Lucifer's torso, basically hugging him, and twisted himself so that he would land on his back and Lucifer on top of him. Trying to soften the landing for the other. Brad has no Idea why he did that, it’s as if his body moved on its own accord.

They both fell to the floor, Brad on his back and Lucifer on top of him. They lay there for a few seconds before Lucifer simply stood up and walked away. The large corridor has clean, white tiles as the floor and there is a small oak table a few feet away from the entrance on top of which keys and other things could be placed on. Right beside it stood what looked like a very large copper vase, which has two umbrellas sticking out of its long neck.

Brad stood up and quickly walked over to where he thought Lucifer had gone. He walked through the large arch shaped entrance to the wide living room where he saw Lucifer sit on the big couch. He is curled up in a ball, his legs to his chest and knees under his chin. Brad slowly walked towards the sandalwood colored couch and sat down next to Lucifer, hesitating before he spoke.

"What was that all about?" Questioned Brad gently.

"What was what about?" Replied Lucifer plainly.

"You know what I’m talking about. The car, what you said, why you ran."

"It’s got nothing to do with you. I don't even know why you are here or why you followed me."

"What the fuck do you mean why I’m here or why I followed you?! I followed you because you can’t just run off when you could have been killed and I’m here because you can’t just say something like that and expect for other to not be worried ya dimwit." Answered Brad.

"Why?" Asked Lucifer in a brittle voice.

Brad was surprised by that, 'what does he mean 'why'?'

Some time passed before Brad finally spoke.

'Fuck it.' he thought to himself.

"Why, because people care about you, that's why, because they don't want anything bad to happen to you because you mean a lot to them. Sometimes because you are the only thing that means something to them. That's why." Brad said in his usual voice. He looked at Lucifer, he had no expression at all. Nothing, not a single thing.

"Then why are you such a prick to me in school?" Asked Lucifer flatly.

"Because I don't know how else to approach you, and since the only time we really speak to each other is in an argument, so I thought that if I wanted to talk to you that it would have to be an argument, of course I don't like that but if it’s the only way to talk to you then so be it."

Brad looked at Lucifer once more. His eyes are now pressed against his knees and he looked as if he is crying, he was crying. Brad, not knowing how to respond, said

"It's okay, there's no need for that. It'll all be fine." As he put his arms around the curled up body and tightened his embrace. Trying to comfort the smaller body.

As those words entered Lucifer's mind, he shook more violently and began to cry uncontrollably, hugging his legs tighter, tensing up all over as the emotion ripped through his body. Brad noticed this and hugged him tighter than before, attempting to calm the broken soul. He has no idea how to act in such situations since he never really had to before, not until now. Just seeing Lucifer like this hurt him, it hurt him really bad. He is angry at the people who did that to Lucifer but then again felt sad. Sad to see him in such as state.

Lucifer released his grip on his legs and threw his arms around Brad, seeking the comfort of another body. He hugged as tightly as he could, pushing his face against Brad's shoulder, wetting the fabric beneath his eyes. Brad continued to embrace the shaking frame. They sat there like that for what felt like a long time when Lucifer began to relax, his breathing now normal. Lucifer let go of Brad and Brad did the same, seeing it as a sign to let go.

Lucifer looked Brad in the eyes.

"Thank you, you know, I always thought that you were this god awful person who had some reason to piss me off all the time. Yet, now I see you for who you truly are, a kind, caring person who just doesn't know how to approach people in the right way."

"Haha, well, guess your right" answered Brad.

"By the way, when are your parents gonna be home? It’s getting late and I don't want to leave you alone tonight." Asked Brad.

Lucifer seemed to become very quiet at that question.

"Uhh......I- I live alone."

"What?! In this house? All by yourself?"

"Yeah"

"What about your parents? Where are they? Siblings?" Asked Brad, concerned, 'was he living alone all this time? '

"No, no one, only my dad, who I don’t even know anything about, all I know is how much money he sends over to me per month." Replied Lucifer "I only get the random happy birthday text message and extra money, he says not to text him unless I need to move house or something like that. Other than that, no one."

"Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to --" He was cut off by Lucifer, "It’s okay, it’s not your fault."

"So, you live all alone in this house, and for how long?"

"Since I was 7"

'He has lived alone since the age of SEVEN?! What the fuck!'

"Tch, guess there's no other way then, I'm staying here until I think it’s okay for me to leave."

"Like hell you are, I’ll call the police." Answered Lucifer with venom.

"Go ahead, I’ll tell them that you’re mentally ill and that I'm here to stop you from killing yourself, they'll be sure to take you to a hospital. So do it at your own risk." Said Brad smartly, smirking at Lucifer, seeing how pissed off with him he was right then, 'he's so cute when he’s mad' .............................................................................................Brads cheeks turned red, he was lucky that it was dark out and that the lights are off in the house.

"Fine, asshole" Said Lucifer as he turned his face to look away from the person he was so mad at. A few moments passed when he turned his face back to look at Brad and said

"Wanna watch a movie? I got popcorn and snacks?” Asked Lucifer, pointing at the large 60 inch TV mounted above the white coffee table in the middle of the central wall of the living room. Brad only now noticed that it is quite modern, there is a surround sound system, and the soft, fluffy carpet is a light cream color. There are four tall lamps placed in each corner of the large space. They all have a chrome metal base and coulomb which kept it standing, then it had a light beige shade. The couch is in the middle of the vast space, it circled another island couch on which you'd place your feet whilst watching something or just relaxing. The room had to be at least seven meters wide in each direction. It truly is big. The room has a delicate smell. Brad can’t tell what it is but he loves it, to him, it smells, it smells like memories. 

"Brad?? You okay? You've been standing there like a dork for some time now..." Stated Lucifer in a cheeky manner.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, sure, why not, AND DON'T CALL ME DORK!" Answered Brad.

"Right, you go pick out a movie from the TV film menu, you'll figure it out, it's easy to use even for someone like you" Said Lucifer with cheek. "I'm off to the kitchen to get snacks and drinks."

"What the fuck was that supposed to mean?!"Exclaimed Brad, staring at Lucifer, who just stared back and smiled wildly. Brad didn't get what he was smiling about so he broke the stare and stood up to get the TV remote off the white coffee table under the large screen. He picked it up and moved back to the couch, settling in comfortably whilst Lucifer made his way to the kitchen through another arch on the right side of the room.

He turned the TV on and the lights suddenly turned on in the room, blinding Brad from the sudden light, and then dimmed to create a cinematic feel to the space. He looked at the interactive layout of the smart TV. Brad figured out how to use it quickly. He scrolled down the opening menu and selected 'movies'. He pressed the middle button on the remote control and it quickly opened the application. There are shit tons of movies to choose from. Action, comedy, romance, you name it.

"Hey, Luce , what genre should I choose?" Shouted Brad across the room into the kitchen.

"Err, I dont  know, any'll do." Shouted Lucifer back.

Brad exhaled in slight annoyance but began to look through the options. Lucifer came back with a large bowl full of different types of popcorn, a bowl of snacks and then several different cans of soda. Lucifer set down the snacks and drinks on the island couch and sat down .

"Any luck?" Asked Lucifer

"Err, no, not really, there's too much to choose from."

"Here, why don't we see this one, I haven't seen it, have you?"

"No, I haven't, actually, wait a moment, it’s a new release, it’s not even in the cinemas yet, how'd you have it on here?!" Asked Brad surprised.

"Perks of having good business contacts I guess. Anyway, yes or no?"

"Sure, I'd love to see it."

The movie is about pirates. Brad and Lucifer both love pirate movies, but of course they didn't know that little detail about each other. The movie started and the two of them settled in. Lucifer moved a bit closer to Brad and picked up the popcorn bowl to move it closer to the pair sat on the couch. They enjoyed the movie, munching on the popcorn and snacks until they both fell asleep close to the movies end. Brad, now laying on his back, body fully stretched out on the couch, but it is so large that he didn't even make it close to the edges. Lucifer lay next to him, cuddling up to the other body, his head resting on Brad's chest as they both slept a deep and peaceful slumber, hugging one and other unknowingly. 

Lucifer didn't really know what he was doing, he wanted to kick him out but his emotions told him not to for he hasn't felt so safe and comfortable in more than half his lifetime, and why was Brad being so nice all of a sudden? What's his reason? What's his motif? He was so confused as to what he is doing that he just shut his brain off.