You and Lucifer were friends. The bestest friends, as you would say in kindergarten.

You'd known each other since forever. Grown up together, went to school together — up until highschool at least. Stupid classes splitting you two up. But, at least you saw each other after school and on weekends.

But some how, some way, you finally had a class together in your senior year. AND, you have your first project together.

As the sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over your room, there he was: Lucifer, sprawled across your bed like he owned the place. His trademark smirk softened into a lazy grin as he glanced your way, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Do we really have to do this project today?" he groaned, his hand flopping over his forehead in mock despair.