Through The Pages

Resolving Problems

Charlie's POV

Danielle seemed a bit rattled when she started the car, so I must have left to start the car at the right time. She played it off well.

"Okay, so it's near Sanford Center, right?" she asked from the driver's seat.

"Yep. And can we play DJ?" Felicia asked excitedly.

Danielle sighed and handed her the box of cassettes. "Okay, fine. At least I only have cassettes that I like."

"Wait, is there any Disturbed?" I asked Felicia as we dug through the box together.

"There is." she said, holding up a cassette. I quickly grabbed it and handed it to Danielle, who took one look at the artist and rolled her eyes.

"I expected no less." she said sarcastically, carefully putting the tape into the player and backing out of the driveway. After a few seconds, she started quietly drumming on the steering wheel, so she obviously had the tape for a reason.

"Hey, where's Dean? I thought you were going to drive him." Felicia asked casually.

Something flashed behind Danielle eyes and quickly vanished. "Oh, he's using his car." she answered smoothly.

I've known Danielle since seventh grade, and I know when she's avoiding the full truth. "Really? That's kind of a waste of gas, isn't it?" I pried.

"Hey, he's the one who insisted on taking his own car. So I guess you can ask him if it bothers you that much." she said as she guided the car towards the highway.

"I think I will." I said quietly, tapping my fingers to the beat. Thankfully the drive was pretty short so we didn't have to bear the awkward silence for long. As we pulled up at the entrance, Danielle stopped the music and looked me in the eye.

"Stay safe, okay? If anyone gives you crap, call me. I will drop everything, drive across town, and kick their ass." she said.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, mom."

She gave me a stern look. "It's 'mother' to you."

I laughed and grabbed Felicia's hand, pulling her towards the entry gate. "This is gonna be great!" I said excitedly.

"I know right?" she responded as we stepped through the gate. It had just gotten dark, and someone was setting off fireworks across the park.

"Let's go get some free stuff!" I said, starting towards the nearest booth.

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(Unknown POV)

     The room was packed with bodies, each one sweaty and smelling of alcohol and adrenaline. As I was bumped into yet again by an inebriated human, I was reminded why the King of Hell was planning on annihilating the entire race. I sighed and nursed my beer. It was poorly crafted, but at least it was something. The band had been playing for an hour and a half now, and the crowd loved them. Punk music isn't my taste, but I had no choice. When Crowley gives you orders, you wouldn't dare to disobey.

     Danielle was really quite good at what she was doing, and I almost felt guilty about what I did. Almost. I actually greatly enjoyed watching her create the illusion that almost pushed Makaila to the brink. Isn't it Charlie now? I snorted and brushed the thought away. They'd all be dead soon anyway. Of course, she couldn't have done it without me. I have to take credit for most of the work; but she gave me plenty of material to work with. I just had to wait for the right moment, and then it all fell into place. She was a bit difficult to control, but having pent-up aggression does make things more complicated.