Saturday. The day hangovers occur, not specifically for me but for everyone else. After the party last night, I had to literally carry Mel to her own bed since she was too drunk to stand. I have to admit the party was pretty fun. I haven't had fun like that in a while. It was now lunchtime, and everyone was practically still asleep. I called in the Chef earlier today to make lunch and dinner for them because living in a house with a bunch of hungry guys is a nightmare.

For lunch, they made vegetable fried rice with stewed chicken, beans, and salad. For dinner, they would make baked chicken, mashed potatoes, string beans, baked potatoes, and lasagna. I already had breakfast late, so I wasn't too hungry. Right now, I am just in my room going through the requested missions. My laptop started to ring, and I looked to see it was Mel calling on Skype.

"Hey," I answered as she popped up.

"Hey," she chirped back before yawning.

I glanced at the time and looked back at her. "You're up early. You normally sleep until dinnertime," I stated.

"Yeah, but I said I would help you find a job, and before you tell me 'No, it's okay, Mel. Go back to sleep. We can do it later.' I will come over there and smack you," she said while trying to sound like me.

I couldn't help but chuckle. She knew me all too well. "Number one, I don't sound like that, and number two, fine," I said, glaring at her. She jumped on her bed and clicked on something, and then I saw her computer screen. She was screen sharing.

"What this?" I asked as I looked at the page she was sharing.

"It's job listings. I figure we could start today and call in for any jobs, so on Monday, you could be -"

"Interviewed," I finished her sentence. "Smartass much?" I teased.

"Don't be jealous," she said, sticking out her tongue. Alright, grab a paper and pen. We're about to do some hardcore searching," she mumbled, now focusing on her screen.

I leaned over on my bed and opened my nightstand drawer. I pulled out my notepad and a pen. "Ready," I said.

"Alright, let me just filter the jobs. What do you want again?" she asked as she clicked the filter option.

I looked at all the options. "Umm, business. I don't want anything medical. I know my degree is somewhat medical, but I want to step out of it," I informed her.

She nodded her head. "Got you. What else?" she asked.

I continued to review the options. "Part-time job. Make sure it's around here," I said.

She typed some stuff in and then filtered it again. I watched as 4 jobs popped up.

"4! Are you kidding me? Only 4 jobs popped up?" I shouted in disbelief.

"Well, we do live in the suburbs. All these jobs are in the city—three hours away from here. Wait, don't you have a house in the City?"

"Uhh yeah." Where's she going with this?

"You can move there for the job. It's only temporary like you said. Plus, it won't cost you that much, and it's for a needed assistant," she suggested.

I stared at the screen and thought about it. It would be nice to live in the City for a little while. I know my life is here, but I was tired of feeling stuck in the same place and doing the same thing. Nothing fun ever happens here anyway.

"You should go," a voice came from my doorway. I saw Gabe leaning against the doorframe, wearing nothing but sweat.

"It wouldn't kill you to put on a shirt, you know," I said, eyeing him.

"Who's that?" Mel asked, leaning into her computer as if that would help her get a better view. "Gabe," I said, looking back at the computer.

"I really think you should go," he said, ignoring what I said.

"Sounds like a plan," Mel cheered as she leaned back in her bed.

"Hold up! I haven't even scheduled the interview yet, and I don't want to go to the city alone," I said.

"Take Mel," Gabe suggested. A phone started to ring, and he searched his pocket for it. He took the phone out and excused himself before taking the call. 

I couldn't help but be a bit sad as he left my room. Gabe and I used to be close—closer than James and I—but now it felt like he wasn't really there. After Lucifer left, Gabe spent the first year in my room, keeping me company and embracing me each night as I would cry and scream from being heartbroken. I felt like an asshole at the time, too, because it looked like he was also struggling with himself, but he helps to reassure me he was fine. I know my brothers, especially this one. He most definitely wasn't fine. 

"Earth to Sky," Mel snapped her fingers up close to the camera.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked at her, "So how about it, Mel," I said, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Sky, I would love to, but I can't leave my job. I'll get fired if I leave for so long," she frowned. Mel was struggling financially. I've helped her out before, but it took a long time for her to accept the help. Anytime I've offered her help, she has declined it. I often felt bad I couldn't help her, but she'd always remind me that it was her choice if she wanted the help.

"Mel. I can always get you your job back," I said, looking at her seriously.

Melanie Santiago Cruz was smart and talented. She is kind and a good friend and sister. Her past tortured her. Her parents had died from an overdose, so growing up, she was passed around in the foster system. No one wanted her, which sent her into a depression stage. At 15, Mel was doing hard drugs, and by 17, she had almost overdosed 4 times. When she turned 18, they kicked her out of foster care. That's when she got sick of everything and everyone. She stopped most of the drugs and landed a job, then finished her education. She strived to be something, and I admire her for it.

"Right. I forgot. Well, I guess I'm in. Let's start making calls. You take the first two, and I'll take the last two." She grinned, and I shook my head.

I dialed in the first number and waited for an answer. "Hello. This is Lynch's Corporation. How may I help you?" a lady spoke.

"Hi. I'm calling about the interview. It says here that an assistant is needed," I replied.

"I'm sorry, but the spot had recently been filled," she answered.

"Alright. Thank you," I replied before hanging up.

I dialed the second number and waited for an answer again. "Hello. This is Davis INC. How may I help you??" another lady answered.

"Hi. I'm calling about the interview. It says here that an assistant is needed," I repeated again.

"Yes. We do need an assistant. Name?" she asked.

"Skylar Marran."

"Okay. Well, I've scheduled an interview for you on Monday at 8am. Please bring in any files such as school transcripts, diplomas, degrees, and most of all, your resume," she informed me.

"Alright. Anything else?" I asked as I wrote down what she had said.

"Yes. Please dress business casual and don't be late. I already have your number written down, so that will be all. I assume you know the address," she said.

"Yes, I do," I said as I wrote the address from the computer.

"Okay, Ms. Marran. Your interview will be held on the 25th floor. See you then, and don't be late," she stressed on the late part before hanging up.

I threw my phone next to me and huffed. "Well I'm sorry I got nothing. What about you," Mel asked in a hopeful tone.

I looked at the computer screen and smiled. "Pack you're bags. We're going into the City tonight," I grinned. I watched as she started jumping on her bed excitedly, and I joined in with her.

~~~~~~~ Sunday ~~~~~~~~

Mel and I arrived in the city yesterday and decided to stay home and crash since we were both still a bit tired. We were both in the living room on the couch reviewing my resume. "Everything seems to be good," Mel said, holding the paper in her hand and reading both front and back.

"Alrighty then. So I guess that's it," I shrugged as I turned on the TV.

"You're so chilled about this," she laughed as she placed the cover letter back in the folder. "What do you mean?" I flipped through the channels.

She looked at me and gave me the 'Are you kidding me' look. "You're not nervous or anything," she stated in a duh tone.

"True. There are things at my actual job that make me more nervous. This is nothing compared to that," I informed her, and she nodded her head in understanding. We turned our attention to the TV, which was showing our favorite show, Courage the Cowardly Dog. We both laughed at Courage as he screamed running away from the giant spider.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Mel asked, turning her body towards me. "Sure." I looked at her.

She fiddled with her necklace, and I knew she was debating to ask the question. "Why don't you look for Jim?" she asked.

I looked at her, confused. "Who?"

"Jim. You know the guy you told me about how you loved him, and he just left," she said, trying to refresh my memory.

"Ohhh..." I said, realizing she was talking about Lucifer. Two people fell in love and had to leave to take care of their own lives, and one of them didn't have the guts to say goodbye before disappearing. I told her his name was Jim instead of Lucifer. For all she knows, he is a human, and I'd like to keep it that way. I don't even know why she's bringing this up right now. This is fucking stupid.

"You're umm job... Why don't you get them to help find him for you?" she asked.

I turned my attention back to the TV, not caring to continue this conversation. Fuck that guy. "He's not going to be in the system," I mumbled as I grabbed the control to raise the volume. The first couple of months, I spent weeks without sleep looking for him, but at some point, you have to realize certain people, or dipshit, in this case, didn't want to be found.

"Sky," Mel shouted my name as she snatched the remote from my hand. I looked at her to see her worried. "I know you still have feelings for him. It's pretty obvious, and you can't avoid them. You've been in relationships for the past 4 years and still don't seem happy. It kills me to see you like this. Sky, I'm worried about you." she frowned.

"You don't need to worry about me. I am fine. I promise. If I ever have any problems or feel like something's wrong, I will tell you," I lied with a soft smile.

She glared at me and then stuck her pinky out. "Pinky promise?"

Well, shit. We don't lie on pinky promises. It's like a sacred law.

I wrapped my pink around hers. "Pinky promise," I hesitated. 

"Alright. Well, you should go to sleep. You got a big day tomorrow," she smiled back.

"Yes, Mom," I said, rolling my eyes as I got up. She shoved me back, causing me to stumble. "Good night, Sky," she hollered as she walked up the stairs.

"Good night, Mel," I yelled back. I took off the TV and then grabbed the folder. I placed it on the kitchen counter and headed upstairs. The house wasn't big like the mansion. It was a big regular house. It had four bedrooms and five bathrooms. It also had a theater room, dining room, huge marble kitchen, and living room, of course.

I wrapped myself in my warm blanket and stared at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. I wish I were happy. I wish the thoughts in the back of my mind wouldn't try to convince me to end it all. Oh, how easy it would be. I wish I could have what normal people have: a normal life. Instead, Mel was right. A part of me still loved Lucifer despite how much he hurt me. I was a stupid girl and still am for loving him. 

I would've done anything for you. I would've killed for you. I would've stayed by your side through thick and thin, and you knew that shit. I would've held your hand and never let go, even if it meant me going down with you. But no, you left me. Instead, I'm fucking someone wishing it was you instead. How pathetic am I? I don't know if you can hear me, but I hope you fucking burn in Holy Water, you sadistic bitch. 

The love I had was turning into rage and hatred.