I just want somebody to actually care when I die.
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Michael's P.O.V
Madisyn walks back in, her face mixed with emotions. My head starts shaking, and I let it. It'd just be worst if I held it in.

"What are you doing?" Madisyn asks.

"S-sneezing." I say, when my head finally stops moving. "So, are we gonna go out there?" She slowly shakes her head.

"Let them finish there make out session." She says, so much hatred in her voice.

"You have a crush on Lucifer!" I yell, holding my two middle fingers up. Fucking tics...

"How'd you know?!" She giggles, and playfully punches my shoulder.

"Before my mom drank herself to death, she called me Lucifer cause I always gave her a hard time." I smile, remembering her blonde wavy hair, and beautiful green eyes. "And I'm pretty sure you like me." I grin at her, and she looks away, blushing so hard. I kiss her pink cheek.

"Wanna go out into the town? Have some beignets?" She smiles at me.

"What the fuck are those?" I smile back, as I let my shoulders twitch.

"They're like these amazing powdered sugar doughnuts, and they're super fresh and amazing." She starts undressing right in front of me... I'm about to sneeze again... Great...

"Oh my gosh! Boobies!" I tic. She giggles putting on a super cute outfit.

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"We've walked like 3 mile! Are we almost there?" I groan, squeezing my eyes closed, and hearing loud jazz music.

"It was only like a mile. We're here." I open my eyes to a very crowded place, smelling sweet sugar, and coffee, and seeing funky art in the surrounding shops, and the jazz band jamming away on the brass. We finally get in, sitting at a small metal table. Madisyn speaks for me, ordering our breakfast. Soon enough she's sipping on black coffee, and I'm sipping on my sweet brown coffee, and she's shoving beignets into her mouth, sugar on her clothes, the ground, table, and her face. She's gorgeous.

"Madisyn." I giggle.

"Shut up! I know I'm messy with these!" She glares at me, her mouth half full, making me laugh even harder. The loud music causes us to have to talk pretty loud to hear each other, and people are laughing. I can see why she wanted to go here. I smile, taking a bite of a beignet.

"Oh my fucking god!" I roll my eyes in the back of my head. "This is so good!" I shove the rest in my mouth, taking a sip of my coffee, and shoving the next one in my mouth. She laughs at the sugar that blew everywhere.

"It's in my hair, you bastard!" She growls, playfully. She takes one of her beignets, and blowing the sugar off in my direction. I notice all the people around us are staring at us, smiling. Madisyn stops, blushing like crazy.

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We get back in the apartment, laughing like crazy. We fall on the floor, holding our stomachs.

"Guys, Maria's in the hospital..." Vincent quietly says.

Notes

Very helpful notes: I actually do have a timeshare in New Orleans, and this story is honestly based off of me and my step dad who I thought of as my real father cause my real dad was never there for me and he was. Cafe Du Monde is a real Cafe in the French Quarter that we went to every single morning before my step dad had the stroke. And it was actually like a mile away. Ugh. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter!

(Btw my step dad isn't dead, he just seems like it. The Stroke really killed his brain and he remembers me, just not what we had. I can tell he loves me though)