No new art today, loves. So enjoy probably my favorite picture I've ever drawn.

Aria's POV

I knocked on Eliot's front door, whistling softly as I waited for someone to answer.

The door opened up to reveal his mother. Me and Eliot aren't related, but I call his mom my aunt because it makes my life easier.

"Hello auntie," I said, a big smile on my face. She smiled back and stepped aside, inviting me in.

"Hi, honey, it's good to see you...Eliot's upstairs," she said and I nodded.

"Good to see you too!" I said, trotting up the stairs to Eliot's room.

I got to the top of the stairs and busted through his door.

"Hello!"

He screamed and fell off of his bed.

I started cackling and helped him up, his pout looking adorable as he stared down at me.

"Very funny Ari, I'm glad you find giving me near death experiences hilarious," he said and I stuck my tongue out at him.

I walked over and plopped onto his bed, falling onto my back. His room still looks the same as it did before I left.

"You should redecorate in here," I said plainly and he scoffed.

"You come to my house, give me a heart attack, and then belittle my room?" He said and I chuckled.

"Yes."

"Yep that sounds about right," he sighed and then went to his door.

"I'm going to get a glass of water, do you want one?" He asked me, already leaving the room.

"No thanks!" I called as he disappeared, and then I sighed.

I pushed myself up, looking around. I smiled as memories of us played in my head, playing hide and seek and board games.

My eyes wondered to his bedside table, and landed on a picture sitting there. A picture of us...

It was the day I took him to the zoo, he had face paint all over him. Our frozen faces were smiling and I couldn't help but smile back.

I jumped when Eliot re-entered the room.

"I'm back!" He exclaimed and then sat on the bed next to me, "to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" He asked me in a fake posh accent.

I shrugged, "I was bored, I felt like coming to see you," I answered and he took a sip of his water.

"What about your little boy toy?" He asked me, and my cheeks flushed.

"H-he is not a "boy toy" Eliot," I grumbled and he scoffed.

"Uh huh...so you're telling me mr. Eye Candy isn't your little boyfriend? Ari, he told me if I ever laid my hands on you, he'd make me disappear," he said.

My eyes widened and I looked away.

"He's not my boyfriend, no...and sorry, he can be a little uhm...possessive...?" I said and Eliot rolled his eyes.

"Ok so you and this "not boyfriend" of yours...have y'all fucked yet?" He asked me with a sly smile.

Heat rushed to my face and I smacked his arm, "Eliot! No...we have not."

Just the thought makes my cheeks burn up...being that close to him...would he want to do that with me?

Probably not...

He stops it every time we even get remotely close to doing it...every time he cuts it off, and tells me to slow down.

I'm thankful, in a way...because I do get out of hand. Josh liked to get straight to the point, so that's what I trained myself to do.

I haven't been with anyone else...so Alastor is the first person who's shown me a different way of thinking.

"Well, have you at least kissed him? If you don't, I might do it for you," Eliot said and I glared at him.

"No you won't. And...n-no...we haven't," I lied, looking off to the side.

"Ok, but you're full of bullshit," he laughed, "you totally have! You have totally tongue fucked him!"

My cheeks were burning and I covered my face, "ew! don't say it like that, Eliot!" I whined.

He chuckled and then went to take another drink of his water when suddenly the entire glass jerked forward and the water went all over him.

It looked like someone slapped the cup.

My mouth fell open and I looked around. I don't feel any static, where the fuck is he?

Eliot laughed, "well, looks like I have a ghost in my room!" He joked and I glanced around.

Or, an overly protective demon man-child.

I grabbed a few tissues, helping Eliot as he dried himself off.

"Don't be silly Eliot," I chuckled, "and even if there was a ghost in here they need to fuck off immediately and wait at home." I growled, and I sincerely hope he's nervous now.

Eliot cocked an eyebrow at me, "what?"

I shook my head, then, realizing what I said sounded weird.

"Nothing...but back to you invading my personal life, yes, him and I have kissed," I said reluctantly, and Eliot's eyes gained a shine.

"I knew it. He's glued to you, like a guard dog. There would be no way y'all haven't kissed...so, what's next...? Is he going to ask you out?" He asked me and I looked down.

I don't think that would work...

As much as I want it to...

"Uh...maybe...for now we're just f-friends..." I smiled softly, the blush returning to my cheeks, "really good friends..."

I thought about his smile and his scent. His jokes and his cooking...everything, down to the way he concentrates when he reads...

"Oh my god..." Eliot breathed out, and I looked up at him, "you...are in love."

My eyes shot open and I scoffed.

"Love? Eliot, seriously? I am not in love," I dismissed it, "that's silly, I just met him..."

"Mhm, and my name isn't Eliot," he said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not in love with him, we're just friends..."

"Friends with benefits," Eliot pointed out, and I sighed. My fingers played with the blankets, and my eyebrows furrowed.

"Yea..." I sighed again, my eyes closing, "friends with benefits..."

Eliot touched my leg, then, and I looked up at him. His eyes were softer and he was wearing a gentle smile.

"I know it's hard for you...but you're never going to know if you don't at least try, Aria," he said softly and I looked away.

The thing is, it's not that simple. My situation is complicated...and I can't just...I can't just die to be with him.

That seems a little extreme.

And then what if I don't even go to hell...?

I'd rather spend this time that I have left with him...or however long he puts up with me.

I smiled back at Eliot and nodded, "I know...thanks Eliot."

Just then, thunder rumbled outside and I looked over, seeing through his window that the sky was basically black.

"Shit..." I mumbled and then stood up off his bed.

"I gotta go, Eliot, text me later, okay?" I said, and grabbed my purse before heading down the stairs.

I have at least a 10 minute walk back to my car, and I am not gonna make it...not before this storm.

I was speed walking, then the first raindrop hit my cheek and I busted into a full sprint. It was completely pouring by the time I made it to the parking lot.

My clothing, hair, and skin were all soaked, making me feel gross.

I sighed heavily when I finally got into my car, then leaned forward and pressed my forehead against the steering wheel.

Suddenly a wave of tears hit me, and I sniffed. My eyes shut and I grit my teeth, trying to keep them away.

You can't be with him...

I shook my head and the first tear fell. I clutched the steering wheel tightly and sucked in a sob.

Why is it I finally find someone who treats me well, and he's a demon...? Someone I can't be with?

God this is so stupid...

**

I walked into my house and threw my keys down.

Walking over to my fridge, I opened it, pulling out an unopened bottle of wine.

I sniffed softly, my tears having stopped for now. However, I still wanted this pain in my chest to go away.

So, wine will do.

I opened it, not even bothering to change out of my soaking clothes, my hair still dripping wet. I got soaked even more on the walk up to my front door.

It's absolutely pouring outside.

What better time to get absolutely shit faced?