“I knew it! You have been cheating on me!” Tears filled her eyes and his eyes went wide.
“What?! No! Darling I love you and only you!” He said, eyes wide in shock.
“You told me you were out with your best friend, but I met him at the mall to get you a Christmas gift this afternoon!” She sobbed and he wrapped her in his arms. She stepped back and slapped him hard.
“You don’t understand!” I said, eyes watering.
“Then explain.”
He stepped back and shot a blast of light up. “I’m the hero on TV.”
“Tha-“ she stepped back and shook her head. “You know the villian has the same powers? You could be either!”
“The villian is a girl. And how would you know what powers she has? It’s never on the TV.” He saw the blast of light before his world went black
From behind I saw him, my eyes fixed on the back of a familiar trench coat. He must have just finished filming because he was still in the brown trench coat that Castiel always wore. I stepped forward and lightly tapped his shoulder from behind. He turned around and I met his gaze. “Oh. My. Gosh,” I whispered. “You’re actually Misha Collins!” “Mhm,” the man replied, smirking slightly. “Let me guess. Castiel fan?” “How’d you guess?!” I squealed and looked down at my shirt at the same time as he did to see my Supernatural shirt
“There’s no man with no eyes in your closet honey. Cmon. Your 16 baby,” my boyfriend said gently through the FaceTime. Our time was running on 5 hours now. My phone was propped up against my pillow on my dark bed. The lights were off because it made me more comfortable to be in the dark then the light. “Yes there is Joshua!” I whined. He smiled gently. “Okay. You sleep. I’ll watch over you. I promise.” “Can’t you come over and we’ll watch a movie?” “Honey. You know I’m grounded.” I gave him a pleasing look but he shook his head. “Joshua. There’s someone in my closet. I’m telling you. There is.” “I’ll come over tomorrow and check it out. Sleep.” “Promise?” “Promise.” “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hung up.
(His POV)
I went over to my girlfriend’s house early the next morning. The conversation last night had set me off a lot and I had barely slept. So I headed over as soon as I had woken up. I drove over to see police cars surrounding her house and a dead body, ripped to shreds, being taken out.
“You know, it’s a stupid idea,” I said in a stage whisper to my best friend, and the boy sitting next to me looked over one brow raised. “What’s a stupid idea?” “Pfft. You know it’s impolite to eavesdrop,” I teased, smirking at him. My best friend rolled her eyes but I knew at this point she was used to my banter with this boy. “You know I am willing to do anything stupid,” he said with a slight chuckle. I raised a brow and he chuckled. “Doesn’t mean you should be.” “Doesn’t mean you can stop me.” “Okay. Fine. The girl over there is looking for a date. She’s pretty dumb.” He frowned and mumbled something, not even looking at where I had pointed, which was actually nowhere. I knew he wouldn’t even ask out another girl. I laughed and he glared at me. “I already have someone to ask out.” “Who’s that?” “You.” “You’re welcome to ask.” “Will you come out on a date with me?” “Heck ya. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”