Lucifer In The Flesh (Slowly--Editing)

Chap.1

Ruè's pov.

I stand up on my bed and attempt to place my new glo-in the dark stars on my ceiling. But, as you can tell it's not going as I've planned.

Groaning loudly I try and jump again this time using my head board as leverage, though once again I fall about two inches short.

Why the hell am I so short, I mean my moms like the size of a normal model and my dads a fucking giraffe! I glance up at the ceiling and try to think of a different approach.

The couch!

I can use the cushions for a head start leap! Racing to the living room I grab the couch cushions and stack them together quickly.

"Ruè what are you doing?" I smile sweetly at my mom, and she quirks her eyebrow. "Nothin' what are you doing?"

The best way to evade a question is to ask one in return. Check it out, it's true.

"Well I was going to sit on the couch and watch television, but I guess I'm going to have to go to the bedroom." I wave and start to drag the pillows with me up the stairs.

"Yeah, you do that!"

Nodding her head she gives me an uncertain look but walks away non the less. I get the pillows up the last step and let out a deep breath.

God who would think that pillows weigh that much. Dragging them the rest of the way to my room, I throw the cushions and stack them a little ways from the bed.

"Ruè's about to make a great leap. The question is, can he do it folks?"

God I'm so childish, but it wouldn't be Rué if I wasn't. Get it Rué and right...yeah? No okay whatever.

I inhale deeply, and line myself up with the pillows stretching out my muscles or non existent ones in the process. "And he's off California."

Sprinting across my room I take a huge leap and jump onto the pillows pressing down one star.

"YES!" I scream out in excitement still flying through the air. My gaze switches to the wall as I continue to fly towards it. Oh my god!

"Dad–!" I scream as I smack the wall head first. "Rué...oh man are you okay?"

I hear his foot steps run up and a sob leaves my body. "Baby boy a-are yo— Oh my goodness!"

My moms shouts loudly as she squrries over to me. She picks up my head and places it into her lap.

"Ryan get an ice pack and a towel, he probably has a concussion." I wince as she helps me to my feet. "We're going to have to go to the hospital."

I let out an excited sound.

"Mom will that sexy doctor be there? You know the one that looks like Zayne Malik? He's the one that snuck me in pop tarts when I had the flu."

Dad walks in and hands her the items she asked for.

"Ruè when are you going to stop hurting yourself. You've practically lived in the hospital for seventeen years."

Giggling I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know mommy....probably when you learn how to cook." I say in a fake baby voice.

She glares at me playfully, and passes me to my dad who picks me up.

"Dad it's time we be truthful and tell mom she's a horrible cook." Chuckling my dad rubs my head. "Oh man you must have hit your head hard."

"Can I get a hula hoop for Christmas?"

He looks down at me with a frown. "Aren't you a little too old for toys?" No! No one is ever too old for toys, or dessert.

A yawn escapes me and I burry my head in my dads chest.

"When we get there wake me up." Closing my eyes my dad shakes me awake. "Buddy you can't sleep yet."

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"Why can't I?" I ask with a pout and tired eyes. Doctor Louis smiles and rubs my head softly.

"Because Ruè you have a concussion. That means that you if you go to sleep you might not wake up. And if we're going to get married, then I suggest you stay awake."

Now that you put it that way.

"Will we eat pop tarts every morning?" Smiling he shakes his head no. "That's not healthy at all." I frown and fold my arms. "Well I guess that we'll be getting a divorce sooner then I thought."

He shakes his dirty blond hair out of his face, and scans my charts with his blue eyes with a smile.

"Well tonight you'll stay here on watch. If you are good you'll be able to go home tomorrow." I tilt my head side ways with a smirk.

"But what if I want to be a bad boy, will I get punished?"

Chuckling he just shrugs and walks out of my room. "I swear he's going to change to a different patient." She mumbles sitting in the stiff hospital chair.

"He could never I bring joy to his life. And if he does, I'll cut off his penis."

I say and my mom chokes on her saliva from laughing.

"Yeah baby boy I taught you very nicely." Groaning my dad sits up. "Please don't tell him the hot nail trick Lila."

Looking at my mom, she smirks at me.

{Edited 6:27:16}