"SHIT!!!" Yelled Lucifer as he erupted from his slumber and into a seated position, straight like a rod. Brad leaped into the air and over the back of the couch, landing on his ass uncomfortably on the soft carpet.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Screamed Brad as he stared at Lucifer harshly, still on his sore ass.

'WHY THE HELL IS HE IN MY HOUSE........AND WHY THE FUCK WAS HE SLEEPING NEXT TO ME!!!' Howled Lucifer in his mind.

"Why the fuck are you in my house?!?!" He questioned angrily, eyes as big as a white pool ball.

Then it hit him, he remembered why and what had happened. He was nearly ran over and then he ran. Brad followed him here and they ended up watching a movie and falling asleep.................cuddling as well........

"Oh, riight. Sorry, I remember now." Said Lucifer sheepishly. His face turned a light shade of pink when he imagined what that looked like, them cuddling....

"Sommits' wrong with you kid" Stated Brad, unimpressed.

"One moment I'm asleep with you in my arms sleeping like a baby, and then the next you are screaming your tits off and scaring the shit outta me. Next time a bit of a warning would be appreciated" He said as he got up from his position and strode over to the kitchen in a leisurely pase. Rubbing his behind.

He started to search for the fridge, opening nearly every cabinet there is before he finally found it. Lucifer simply stayed seated and observed the whole scenario. He felt a twinge of frustration at Brad. After all, they barely even knew each other 'Who the hell does he think he is? Going through my kitchen without permission' Thought Lucifer to himself frustratedly.

"Hey! It's rude to go through other people's shit without their permission, and without even knowing them properly!" Exclaimed Lucifer angrily as he marched into the kitchen, he didn't know why he marched to the kitchen but he just felt like it, it was sort of a reflex if ya know what I mean, it felt like a pull.

'Wait, what? I barely even know him and he barely even knows me. What the actual fuck Lucifer?! Pull your shit together you fucken asshat!' He scolded himself.

He sat down at one of the bar stools. The kitchen is mostly white. It has all white quartz sparkly graphite kitchen countertops. White bar stools, white floor tiles and white cabinets. It would all feel very hospital like if it weren't for the rather healthy amounts of fruit dispensers around the kitchen, as well as several red wine bottles all stacked neatly in several locations in the kitchen. Near the stove there are things like oil, cooking utensils, herbs, spices and pretty much everything a chef would need to cook an amazing meal is contained within the walls of that kitchen. The herbs are all situated in this smart looking concoction which looks like it has a timed watering system, cold air tubes coming out from the soil and blowing cold mist onto all of the growing plants. They all are planted in and right on the windowsill of the giant window, as if the windowsill and mini-garden are one. Then, looking out into the side garden, it is full of all kinds of exotic looking flowers and plants of all colours, gold, purple, red, amaranth, aqua and even black. The layout of the kitchen itself is rather modern, there is a large island countertop which has the right side and far end surrounded by the cabinets which contain things such as wine glasses, mugs, shot glasses and so on including the normal dishes and cutlery in general. Then from the left side is the entrance into the kitchen. The island countertop has to be at least three meters wide and 4 meters long. The actual kitchen where the cooking is done (the stove and the cabinets around it) a minimum of six meters in total length. Then from the left side of the island countertop it has several bar stools neatly tucked in under the countertop hangover, providing a comfortable place to sit and eat. Then, after the extraordinarily large kitchen, there is a massive mahogany table with 10 chairs around it with things like mayonnaise, ketchup, fruit ,pepper and salt, all ordered in a neat fashion.

"How do you want your eggs?" Brad asked as he selected the largest eggs from the basket in the (like everything else) large and modern fridge.

Lucifer was lost in the sight of Brad freely using his kitchen without even the slightest bit of hesitancy or shame, as if it's natural routine. Something about the scene made his usually tense body relax and just soak up the moment. The way Brads arms moved effortlessly, without the slightest doubt.

"See something you like, Lucifer?" Said Brad with a knowing smirk on his face.

That pulled Lucifer out of his thoughts real quick, as well as initiating a blush which he fought fiercely with some success.

"W-WHAT? ERRR, n-no- why would I see something I like in your dumb ass?!" Lucifer retorted, still blushing slightly.

"Yeah, alright then, so how do you want your eggs?" Brad asked, still with that stupid smirk Lucifer wanted to punch and rub into the dirt.

"Scrambled please. Oh, and can you add a little paprika mix I have made? Its right next to the extract basket near the icing sugar."

To say that Brad was very impressed is a huge understatement. Everything is so clean, organised and fresh. The spices in one area, some were purple,some were crimson red. The flavorings in another and everything is just soo , organised. Its like a heaven for people with OCD. Which Brad just so happens to kind of have, but not as bad as some people have it. He prefers to call it Occasional Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. He sometimes has it but he sometimes doesn't.

"I love how your kitchen is set out by the way." Said Brad quietly, praising Lucifer for his organisations skills even if it made him blush.

"Ah, thanks, I love it when everything is ordered and neat in the kitchen. Makes cooking much more easier and more enjoyable if you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, yeah I do. So do you cook a lot then?" Questioned Jean, honestly interested.

"I do actually, I find it rather therapeutic, as well as gardening. It just helps relax whilst doing something useful."

"Yeah, its all ways good to have something that you enjoy that is useful."

"Yeah, guess it is." Replied Lucifer.

Brad was just finishing off the final touches to the masterfully prepared scrambled eggs. He took two plates from one of the cupboards he had not long ago searched, placed them next to the stove and then took the pan to evenly distribute the eggs onto each plate. He quickly searched for some growing herbs for the freshness and flavor and placed them around the eggs on the plate, making it look almost too good to eat, almost. He then moved to the cupboard once more and took out two glasses, afterwards he moved to the fridge and looked for the labeled containers with coloured liquids inside them which look like smoothies.

'Banana, blueberry, blue algae, green algae, spinach, touch of parsley.....errr, no thanks' Brad thought to himself and then went on to read the other container's label.

'Kiwi, apple, banana, blueberry, mango, spinach, celery, red algae, green algae, blue algae......okay, what the fuck.' Brad thought to himself.

Lucifer noticed the quizzical looks Brad was giving his smoothies and said " I know that they sound and look gross, but trust me, they're not. They are actually pretty nice, and good for you, and if you are worried about the algae, there is no need to be, you cant even taste it." Lucifer reassured Brad.

"Okay, fine. Ill trust you, but you are drinking first." Answered Brad uncertainly as he took the second container and poured both of them full glasses of the strangely colored drink.

"Ha, alright." Answered Lucifer, amused.

Brad took the two plates and carried them over to Lucifer who is sitting at one of the bar chairs by the island counter-top. He then walked to get the two glasses and sat down next to Lucifer, Lucifer had stood up to go and get the forks and knives for the two of them and then sat down beside Brad.

"Wow, this looks amazing! Do you always cook like this?" Asked Lucifer, impressed. How could he make scramble eggs look so good?!

"Errr, yeah. I try my best." Answered Brad sheepishly, his cheeks warming up from Lucifers praise.

"Gotta have a cook off sometime. Wanna see who's best. All we will need to do is get the tasters." Implied Lucifer, looking at Brad, expecting an answer.

"Yeah, sure, why the fuck not? Ill prove that I'm better than you, bring it on. Oh, and don't worry, I already know some people who wouldn't mind to come and do the tasting." Said Brad smugly.

"Ohhh ho ho, watch yourself my friend. You won't see what hit you." Said Lucifer smartly as he dug into his breakfast.

"We'll see about that." Brad quickly added as he too dug into his food. They both ate in silence and finished their eggs pretty quickly.

It is now time for the smoothies...

"Okay, you go first. You agreed remember? Don't wanna die all of a sudden."

"Haha, don't worry , you won't." Answered Lucifer as he began to drink the cool liquid. Looking Brad in the eye as he did so as if to convince him that its okay. He put his glass down with a satisfied sigh and gestured at Brads glass.

Brad looked at Lucifer nervously before he sighed and took the glass to his mouth and drank. His face lit up with surprise as he drank more and more of the smoothie. He finished it in under a minute, 'definitely a sign that he liked it' noted Lucifer to himself.

"That is.....actually pretty good. Didn't expect that..." said Brad, seemingly surprised.

"Haha, told you so. It's not bad after all is it?" Said Lucifer ,grinning brightly.

"Yeah, listen, do you have a dishwasher? If so, where is it? Just so that I can put the dishes in."

" Don't worry about that, I have a cleaner who comes in at 10am to clean the house and do the dishes, which there usually aren't any, but since I'm in a bit of a rush it'll have to do. C'mon, let's head out , it's 9:56, she'll be here soon."

" In a rush?" Asked Brad with a quizzical look.

" In fact yes I am. I have to be somewhere. I'll walk you to town and then we'll have to go our separate ways. Okay?" Replied Lucifer as he put on his shoes and grabbed his woollen button up jumper. Brad shortly followed suite into the hallway leading to the exit.

" Soo where do you have to be?" Asked Brad whilst he waited for Lucifer to lock the door, his breath visible to the naked eye due to the bitter cold of the morning.

"Nozy much?" Retorted Lucifer, giving the other a playful side glare.

"Okay okay, chill man." Said Brad as he waved his arms in front of him, creating a barrier between the two people as if the other might pounce.

" Listen, about yesterday and last night..." Lucifer was cut off

"Not to worry, I won't tell anyone or whatnot. Everyone needs a bit of comfort from another from time to time. You just looked like you really needed someone to be with you at the time. I know we barely even know each other and yet we were cuddling all night (Lucifer blushed at this, as did Brad) but I personally don't mind that. I'll let you in on a little secret of mine, I love cuddling, even if it's with someone I barely even know(Brad winked at Lucifer, to which Lucifer hid his face under his burgundy scarf which he put on before leaving the house). I know it sounds weird. That's why it's a secret."

"Okay, well, I'm glad that's settled. Thank you by the way. For being there even if I don't really know you that well."

"Don't mention it" answers Brad calmly.

The rest of the walk to town was quite. All that can be heard is the light footsteps of the two and the birds, singing their morning tune, accompanied by the gentle murmur of the the town.