"I'll share my dreams

And make you see

How really bad your love I need

I want you love, I need your love."

- Lady Gaga for Tom Ford, I Want Your Love

. Slate could have gone off – after what happened last night, which was pretty weird, I was assuming that he took off and went somewhere and did what he usually does. But I was surprised when we both got out of our room at the same time. I looked at him, but he never looked back at me. Usually he'd throw me a smirk, or wink at me, but he didn't. Instead he completely ignored me like I wasn't there at all, as if he didn't feel my presence.

And now here we are, completely ignoring each other in the living room. I'm on the couch, watching the city of Brooklyn (I've been doing that a lot ever since I came here to live in this unit – what can I do? There's nothing to entertain me here) through the big windows while Slate is leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, watching me watch the city. Or it seems so. I can feel his gaze burning the back of my head, and I'm not sure whether to tell him to cut it out or just ask him "what's up?" as if he hasn't been ignoring me. At the back of my head there's someone screaming at me that says I'm missing something. It's like something happened but didn't really happen at all. I don't know how to explain it; all I know is that I'm missing something, something important.

"Change; we're going somewhere," his voice rings in my ears. I have to look back to see if he's really talking to me. His eyes meet mine, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. Those eyes, I've always thought they are beautiful, mesmerizing, and awesome. It's even breathtaking. His blank stare turns into a glare and I scramble up, falling down on the couch once, butt hitting the floor and I groan out loud. From the corner of my eyes, I see his lips twitch, and I run into my room to change.

I have to admit, I'm a bit excited. The last time he had brought me into the city, we bought clothes for me to wear. This time, I don't know what he has prepared for me. We could just be strolling, taking in the beauty of the city. Whatever he has for me, it's fine. As long as I get to spend the day out of this unit. I've been pretty bored here – there's nothing to entertain me here. If I could just learn how to do most of the mortal stuff, then that would be good. Once I get into my room, I quickly undress myself and change into a pair of plain white shirt and a pair of jeans. I feel like I've gotten fat though I barely eat so much. I don't even remember when the last time I ate was that filled my stomach so much. It would be awesome if Slate brings me to a restaurant – or we could do grocery and it would be much appreciated if he asks me what I like.

Once prepared, I run back into the living room only to find him already dressed – Slate is wearing a camouflage tank tap that shows his muscle-y, lean and strong arms. The veins are visible from his forearms down to his wrists. He only wears a black shades, giving him this bad boyish look that looks good on him. In fact, he looks really sexy, so irresistible. He matches his tank top with a pair of fitted black pants, ripped on the knee-part. Before I think of anything, an unnecessary thought, weird, I shake my head and smile awkwardly at him. He looks irresistibly delicious. I groan internally.

"So where are we going?" I ask him while walking towards him.

The demon only gives me a shrug (the way he shrugs his shoulder, Good Lord, I find it attractive – what the Hell is happening to me?). "Around the city, I guess." He says, his voice deep, his eyes trained outside the city. "I figure that you must be bored out of your mind here so... breathing into the city will somehow make you feel better."

"That's... nice." I say hesitantly, looking away. "Feeling the weather outside looks fun."

"Come on, then," he says to me, jerking his head to the direction of the door then he starts to walk, me following suit behind him.

When we ride the elevator until we hit the ground floor, nobody is speaking – there's a thick layer of awkwardness hovering around us. The whole ride we're silent, as if we have suddenly lost our voice. Though my head is screaming at me to say something, anything at all just to break (to attempt to break) the awkwardness, I can't. As we reach the ground floor, when the metal door slides open, he begins to move forward, leaving me alone in the elevator and I have to run just to get back by his side. I purse my lips, preventing myself from saying. Because, hey, I badly want to say: You asshole. Care to wait for me? And when I think of the word asshole, I felt like I have used that word before. Have I not?

As soon as we step outside the building, the cold gush of wind brushes past our skin, which makes me shiver just a bit. Despite the scorching sun placed just above the sky, burning brightly that it hurts just to look into the sky, it's an awesome feeling. I inhale, taking in the fresh air (not really because of pollution – ugh, humans!) then I cough. Slate chuckles, shaking his head and I shoot him a glare.

"Have you been into a theme park?" he asks me as he motions me to follow him. So I do, just like the pet I am. I shake my head, thinking what on Heaven a theme park is. He looks at me over his shoulder, arching a brow, and Hell, he looks so good doing that. I turn away uncomfortably, not looking at him in the eye. My cheeks flush, and he chuckles again. "Well, let's go to the theme park then. You're going to enjoy your day there. It's a theme park by the beach, named Coney Island. There's a lot of people there so just keep your eyes on my back or on me at all times. Though if you get lost, you know that I can find you. I can use my magic just to bind you again, but... hey, you're not planning on escaping, right?"

Like he said, if I get lost, or if he notices that I'm not around him, eventually he will find a way to find him. So what good would it bring if I attempt to escape, knowing that he'll find me sooner or later? "Can I ask you something?" I ask him hesitantly, looking away, blushing. From the corner of my eyes I see him nod as we walk through the sea of people passing by at us. "What's... what's a theme park, by the way?" The moment the question slips out of my mouth, my cheeks redden even more.

Slate blinks at me, not really expecting my question. Hey, I've been an angel my whole life and I never got the chance to know what a theme park is because I've been busy studying and learning, trying to find the purpose of me being the Angel of Love. Then he bursts out laughing, shaking his head; he goes on a full-blown laugh, tipping his head back and let his laugh shake the world. Passersby look at him incredulously, glaring daggers at his direction. I inch away from him, not wanting the passersby to think that I'm with this crazy demon disguising himself as a human.

Once he regains his composure, he looks at me, grins, and says, "A theme park or amusement park is, you know, a group of entertainment attractions, rides and other shits. You'll see; just come along with me."

Offering his hand to me, I hesitantly take it; once my hand slips into his, I feel the spark and the warmth of his hand seeping through mine, and it's good. And I'm feeling again that somehow I'm really missing something – there's a weird thing going on inside my tummy, and my heart is racing faster. His hand is calloused yet it's so soft. He squeezes my hand and the moment we stare into each other eyes, I feel like my heart has stopped from beating.

His lips are slightly parted, giving me the view, just a hint, of his pearly white teeth. And those lips, oh God, I have dubbed those lips as sinful and tempting. I wonder what it would feel like when my lips touch his... oh God, why am I even thinking of that? Shaking my head, I force myself to look away because I realize that I've been staring at his lips for God knows how long already. He must have noticed it, considering the demon looks away and glares into the distance. I must have offended him. I try to get my hand back, but he grips it tighter, not letting it go.

I gulp; his eyes flick down to my neck and suddenly darken. "We... should go?" I squeak, unsure.

Slate nods and tugs me forward, forcing me to move. My eyes rake him, from the back of his head down to his feet, and oh Sweet Joseph, he's so sexy. There's a cab parked on the side with a man just about to slide into the backseat. As we reach the cab Slate stretches his arm out and pushes the door close, looking at the man with no emotion etched on his face. As a natural instinct, the man begins to shout at him, which makes me flinch at the tone. The man has a bald hair, wearing a white turtleneck shirt, matching it with a black pants that is a big baggy on him. The man curses a lot; I'm suddenly afraid for the man. The man he's cursing is a demon, who's disguising himself as a normal human. With the flick of his finger, Slate could do much worse.

Taking a step forward, trying to step in between them, Slate pushes me back and raises his arm, snapping his fingers, and the man suddenly stops shouting; in fact the man stops moving at all. I look at him, mortified, and then look at the man who's not moving any muscles at all. Slate motions for me to climb into the backseat and after not moving for a few seconds, Slate grows tired and pushes me forward, forcing me to climb in, then he follows suit. He tells the cab driver our destination and then the cab begins to move forward. Slate snaps his fingers again, then the man starts moving, still cursing and shouting to an air. When the man realizes that the intruder in front of him is missing, noticing that the cab he has called has already taken off, the man begins to shout louder and Slate looks at the side mirror in amusement, the reflection of the man being a blob as the cab moves forward.

"You shouldn't have done that," I scold him. I receive an eye roll as a response. "I mean it; he's the one who called the cab, so..."

"Honey, I don't need to hear your good lessons," he grumbles, glaring at me and I look away. The cab driver looks at us through the front mirror, then shakes his head. "Look, can we just forget that it happened and just... enjoy ourselves in Coney Island?"

"You're right..." I mumble, still looking away and I hear him heave a sigh, frustrated.

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