Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 184

The second picture is worse. Somehow, it captures exactly what his song notebook says, even rotated so it's facing the right way. How did the paparazzi even get a camera that works so well?

Castiel sighs and exits Twitter, closing his laptop. So not only is his career dead, but now the general public has a copy of some of his very personal lyrics. Well, isn't that peachy? He just wants to lie in bed with his dog until they fall asleep. Is that too much to ask?

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It's a couple days later when Castiel's phone finally comes in, and that's when he decides to get back to posting on social media. All he says on Twitter is, "Accidentally broke my phone a few days ago but I am back and ready to Twitter!"

He switches to his less popular Instagram account, which is mostly just his real fans, and posts a couple pictures of Misha being adorable. He doesn't care if his missing eye or ears bothers anyone. Misha deserves his moment in the spotlight.

"Misha was the goodest of the good boys. Forgive me for getting sentimental, but he literally saved my life. I wish I could have returned the favor, but unfortunately, he passed away on Thursday. Rest in peace, Misha."

He knows better than to check the comments. He doesn't want to see anyone disrespecting such an amazing dog just because he doesn't fit their standards of cute. In fact, he doesn't want people to disrespect Misha, period, whether he sees it or not, and the easiest way to fix that would be to turn the comments off on his post, so that's what he does.

Castiel starts putting his contacts in his phone, copying them from his old iPod that he rarely uses, until eventually, he gets a text.

Unknown: I'm sorry about Misha.

Castiel: New phone who dis?

He's trying not to think about Misha right now. He doesn't want to start crying again. He doesn't even know if he has anymore years to lose. The best way to get off that topic is humor, and the fact that the situation fits perfectly with this outdated meme makes it too easy to pass up.

Unknown: This is Roy Moore's horse. How am I texting you with hooves? That's irrelevant.

Castiel is about to ask who Roy Moore is, until he remembers the political world of a few years ago, around when he stopped talking about politics, and soon lost interest in them. Roy Moore was a pedophile or a rapist or something of that nature, and ran for some political position in some state and lost. Why is the guy's horse texting him?

Castiel: That's a very Michael/Samandriel person to know and a very Lucifer thing to say and I am confused.

Unknown: Samandriel showed me this Twitter account for some guy's horse and it's hilarious and makes politics fun

Unknown: But yeah, this is Lucifer.

Castiel quickly enters his contact before continuing the conversation.

Castiel: K. What's up?

Lucifer: Just checking in.

Lucifer: Are you alive?

Lucifer: I mean

Lucifer: You're using a phone

Lucifer: So probably

Lucifer: Unless you got kidnapped or became a zombie or something

Lucifer: But I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you didn't and that you're alive.

Castiel: That would be true.

Lucifer: How are you holding up all the way in the forgotten corner of the country?

How is he supposed to respond to that? He feels like his life is just completely falling apart, but he doesn't want to say that.

Castiel: I've been worse. How are you?

Lucifer: Concerned because that was not a very good answer

Lucifer: It would take a lot for that not to be true

Lucifer: So unless you're being eaten by a zombie

Lucifer: I would kinda expect that from you

Lucifer: So

Lucifer: Tell me

Lucifer: Honestly

Lucifer: How are you?

Castiel sighs. Why does Lucifer have to be so persistent?

Castiel: I just miss my dog.

Lucifer: I know.

Lucifer: I do, too.

Lucifer: You could always get another dog.

Lucifer: It won't be the same, obviously

Lucifer: But it's something.

Castiel: No.

He could never get another dog without thinking of Misha every time he looked at it. He's not going to do that to himself. Besides, he'd probably have to have that dog killed, too, knowing him.

Lucifer: But you can't be all alone all the time.

Lucifer: I mean

Lucifer: What happens if you go into another really depressed phase

Lucifer: And you don't have anyone around to save you?

Castiel: I won't.

Lucifer: Okay

Lucifer: Compromise

Lucifer: How about

Lucifer: You come back to Sioux Falls

Lucifer: And you can meet my guinea pig

Lucifer: And we can chill

Lucifer: And you can go home in a week or two when you're happier?

Castiel sighs. He would really rather stay here, but he knows Lucifer won't give up until he agrees, so, begrudgingly, he agrees.