“You did what?!?” Lucifer shouted.
    “You heard me. I got to her first,” Xavier said with a smug look.
    “I told you that I wouldn’t mind dating her. I thought you would’ve taken the hint,” Lucifer said exasperatedly.
    “No, I didn’t take the hint, because I like her, too,” said Xavier.
    “Even Wyatt would’ve understood that hint,” argued Lucifer.
    “Well, Wyatt has known you longer, and he is-” Xavier was interrupted by the door slamming open. Wyatt stood in the doorway his gaze sharp, and deadly. He was wearing a black shirt, with a black coat over it. He, also, had on black pants, and dress shoes.
    “So, which one of you sad bastards is taking my Lizybeth to the party tomorrow night?” Wyatt asked.
    “Have you talked to her?” Xavier asked.
    “No, but I’m sure one of you have asked. So, which one of you is it?” Wyatt asked again.
    “I am, I asked, she said yes,” Xavier said proudly. “And now, Lucifer is being a bitch about it.”
    “Really? Lucifer, suck it up. I’m proud of you, Xavier,” said Wyatt. “I will take her dress shopping in the morning, but until then, goodnight,” Wyatt left the room.
    He walked through the Temple as silent, and stealthy as a cat. He was deep in thought about Xavier. He was one-hundred percent sure that Lucifer would be the one with her, not Xavier. He didn’t want to tell Lizybeth what he thought, but she may have just said yes, because she was desperate.
    Wyatt came to her door. They had been friends so long that he didn’t bother knocking anymore. He went in, and found Lizybeth dead asleep on her bed. Wyatt quietly climbed up there with her. She was drooling on her pillow, snoring. Great. It reminded him of the sleepovers they would have together as kids.
    He began to stroke her hair. He murmured in her ear that he loved her, but how ready he was to kick her ass.
    “Lizybeth, get up,” Wyatt whispered patiently. She groaned, and rolled over. “I need to talk to you.”
    “About what?” she asked groggily, blinking her eyes open.
    “Well, first about what dress you are going to wear, but we can do that later. Anyways, what the hell are you thinking?!?” Wyatt shouted.
    “I’m thinking that you’re sitting on my shin, and it’s starting to hurt,” said Elizabeth.
    “Sorry,” Wyatt repositioned himself. “But, why Xavier?”
    “I don’t know. I figured no one else would ask, and considering you’re a powerful warlock now I-I guess I just thought that you wouldn’t be hiding in the back corner. Like we used to do during those stupid school dances,” Elizabeth said sheepishly.
    “Honey, I would hide with you. Who else would be your bitch?” Wyatt said this with a sincere look.
    “I guess I would have to make do with myself,” Elizabeth was trying to keep a straight face.
    “Eww!” cried Wyatt.
    “Shut up, you do it, too!” Elizabeth laughed.
    “Your point?” asked Wyatt.
    “None, I have no point to prove.”
    “But in all seriousness, I didn’t think you would say yes to Xavier. I mean, really. He is so not you type, okay,” Wyatt said this like a drag queen on cocaine. Elizabeth giggled.
    “Do-do you like him?” asked Elizabeth nervously.
    “Who, Xavier?”
    “Yeah,” said Elizabeth watching Wyatt chew his lip nervously.
    “Yes…a little bit, but I don’t think he’s…like me,” said Wyatt somewhat sadly.
    “Honey, if you don’t want me to go with him, then I won’t. Honestly, I think Lucifer is a hell of a lot cuter,” said Elizabeth.
    “Lizybeth, if you’re happy, I’m happy,” said Wyatt reassuringly. He stroked her hair one last time. “Well, you can go back to sleep. Oh, by the way, I’m going to take you dress shopping tomorrow.”
    “Okay…Um, Wyatt? Can-can you stay with me tonight, I-I don’t want to be alone,” stammered Elizabeth.
    “I will stay with you, if you move your fat ass over,” Wyatt said pushing her.
    “Hey! My ass is smaller than yours!” said Elizabeth grinning.
    “So?” said Wyatt.
    “Goodnight, Wyatt,” said Elizabeth rolling over.
    “Goodnight my dear, sweet Lizybeth,” said Wyatt cuddling her. A few minutes later she fell asleep in his arms.