I wanted to go home now, but Lucifer literally forced me stay for breakfast. I sat on the couch, thinking about ways to ask what happened last night. I'm not good at socializing AT ALL and on the other hand, I'm a virgin so I have no experience with romance or dating. But...but I like Lucifer, does he like me back, or is he straight? Time went by quick, and Lucifer had interrupted my thoughts.
'Arlo! Come on, breakfast is ready." I slightly jump at his voice, not expecting it. Lucifers face softens, but he doesn't say anything. "R-right" I stand up and follow Lucifer into the dining room. I look at the table, and my jaw basically drops. There's basically a whole moutain of food on the table. No way! No fucking way! Did he cook all of that? And there's my favorite food, yougurt and fruit. How did he know, or is that just a coincidence? I sit down in a chair where Lucifer had directed me to, and he places a plate infront of me. "Eat up, Arlo. We've got to get you home,too" Lucifer says as I pick up food from the serving plates into my plate.
I'm so full when I've finished eating breakfast. I can't even sit up or walk straight. Damn, Lucifer is such a great cook. what if he can cook for me someday? Fuck, I'd love that. Lucifer's taking the car out the garage, so I have about 30 seconds to do whatever I want. I decide to just sit down.
"Arlo!" Lucifer yells from the garage. "Come on now! Let's get you home!" I follow Lucifers voice to the garage. Holy shit! There's a whole Porsche AND Lambo. This guy is rich as fuck. Lucifer opens the car door for me as I come closer. I slid into the car, its so luxurious. Lucifer's phone is in the middle on the car. The phone gets a notificaton from an app called...Swiperight? What app is that? Just before I could do anything else, Lucifer opened the drivers door.
We soon arrive at my house. It's a lot less luxurious than Lucfiers, but it works. I get out of the fucking rich car and go up to the front porch. I pull out my keys, but I could see from the corner of my eye that Lucifer was still there. He was waiting for me to go inside. I realize and quickly unlock the door. I give a small wave to Lucifer and he waves back. I shouldn't have done that.
I quickly go inside and lock the door behind me. Who is that guy? I just gave my address to a whole stranger...and a really hot man. I pull out my phone, which I was really scared to use at Lucifers house, and check my notifications. 3 missed calls from my friend, 13 missed calls from my mum. Shit, my mum's gonna be so fucking mad! I quickly text my mum that I'm fine and I was sleeping over at my friends house.
Then, exhaustion hits me. I lean back on the front door, kicking my shoes off. I stay like that for a bit, then I finally get the energy just to walk to my bed. I flop face-down on my bed, not bothering to even change out of the clothes I wore to the club the other day. I'm trying not to be nosy, but it's so hard. What was that app on Lucifer's phone? SwipeRight. What??