"Mis canciones son de la revolución

Mi corazón me duele por mi generación

If you love me, we can marry, on the west coast,

On a Wednesday, en un verano, en Agosto."

- Lady Gaga, Americano

. People are crowded, some are sitting by the beach, enjoying themselves while basking in the afternoon sun. Now I feel I'm out of place – this place is for humans, and... I'm a human now, am I not? But still, I feel like I'm walking on someone else's territory.

Theme park.

Slate asked me if I have ever been into one. I didn't know what the theme park was; I was clueless about it, oblivious about it. Then he laughed at me, as if mocking me, and that frustrated me somehow because hey, I was an angel, and it's not like angels go down just to go to a theme park just to enjoy themselves, right? He described it to me as "a group of entertainment attractions, rides and other shits" but still I didn't know what he was saying.

And now it's in front of me – Slate points the human-made things for me; they call them the rollercoaster (there are lots of them), Ferris Wheel – though it's really called Wonder Wheel (when I look at it, my eyes widen, because it's huge – it's the thing that goes round and round, and according to Slate, once you're at the top, you will see the amazing view of New York), Astroland Park, Thunderbolt rollercoaster (because it really looks like a thunderbolt – what seems like cars attached with each other go upward, following the tracks and Hell, it looks really deadly), the Parachute Jump, and the B&B Carousel (this one looks safe – I like horses!).

"So where do you want to go first?" he asks me, his eyes meeting mine and I feel something bubble inside my tummy. I smile uncomfortably and awkwardly at him, looking like an idiot. He doesn't seem to notice though, considering that he just gives me a shrug. "Okay then, I'll be your personal tour guide again. We should try the rides. It's awesome. Been here several times and it never bores me. These human-made attraction shits are a must-try rides."

For a moment, there's this urge to correct, to scold him, but think better of it. Slate doesn't like being corrected, I know that. He's a demon. He was born to make and create sins. Sins that would make the mortals fall into the deepest, darkest part of Hell and be tortured relentlessly for eternity. It's natural for him to have a rude attitude.

"Maybe we should try the rollercoaster first," he suggests, wiggling his brows at me. I shake my head vehemently, mortified at the thought of me riding that thing. It's not safe and it looks like before that rides end, I'm already dead. So no, I'm not going to try it. Call me a baby, but I'd like to try that carousel first, and hopefully, only. The demon pouts at me like a little kid he is. "Aw, you're no fun."

Say whatever he wants to say because I'm not going in that thing. I value my life, and I still need to find the purpose and the meaning of love. To be honest ever since I landed here on Earth, I have encountered nothing but trouble. I still don't know where to start. Perhaps the demon has the answer. Is that the reason why he's here with me? When we met, was it just a coincidence? When I stumbled upon him, was it just a coincidence? I strongly believe it is, but it feels like me meeting the demon has a different purpose.

I hope not.

"Can we try that first?" I ask him, pointing at the carousel. Slate's attention flicker between me and the carousel, then I recognize the flashing thing in his eyes – amusement. I roll my eyes. There's nothing funny. He can say I'm a boring person, or angel, or whatever the Hell I am, but I'm not going anywhere, I'm not riding anything, unless it's the carousel. I cross my arms across my chest, glaring into the distance. The demon suppresses a laugh, but as he struggles, fits of giggle escape his lips.

Finally he bursts out laughing, doubling over. Slate throws his head backwards as he laughs hard. "Okay, okay, we'll try that." He says through laughs; I roll my eyes at him, giving him a death glare. He raises his hands up in surrender, grinning, as if mocking me, at me. "Baby." He whispers in the end. I stomp my foot and head over where the carousel is, leaving him behind me. Seconds later, he's beside me, still laughing, but this time, he's calmer now. Whatever.

The carousel makes me a dizzy – I thought that it's going to be fun and all, considering the fact that I've seen the people being happy after riding it. Good Lord, when I was in that ride, I wanted nothing but to vomit. The fact that the children were screaming and squealing in happiness as the carousel went round and round, I wanted to throw up but I never wanted to spoil their fun. My vision's still blurry and going in circles as I try to get a grip of myself, leaning on the newly painted light green rail. I take in breathes, calming myself and shutting my eyes. I swear I'll never ride on this thing again – now I don't get why humans enjoy riding that carousel. It's no fun at all. So if this ride isn't enough to make me happy, what more when I ride that deadly rollercoaster, the one that Slate was pointing at earlier?

"Are you okay?" Slate asks me as he leans down, inspecting me and I let out a nod.

Sighing, I say, "I'm fine. Just have a headache."

"Do you want water? Soda? Juice?" he offers, being kind all of a sudden. When he was with me in the carousel, he was watching me, two horses away from me and he was watching me struggle, trying to compose myself, wishing it would stop as soon as possible. The ride effing lasted for four minutes and that's, really, the worst four minutes of my life.

"Water would be a better choice, thank you," I say without stopping myself. For a moment I see him frown but then he masks his face with a blank expression. Really it's nice of him to offer me something. Do demons really get kind? I believe it's in their nature to be mean, to be possessive, to be a mortal killer, to spread sins. There's no doubt about that, but Slate is making me question everything that I know about demons.

Slate turns around and heads over to one of the colorful stalls, the one that also sells balloons and other mortal stuff. The signage reads: Hotdog on Stick. I frown at it for a moment and watch Slate buy a drink, talking to the guy with a long brown hair, almost covering his eyes.

Watching him interact with the humans, it's really surprising that he looks like one. I have already seen him in his demon form, and it's really scary, but after seeing it several times, I... I think I got used to it. In fact when he transform right here in front of me, I wouldn't be scared anymore. Unless he does something sinister. Slate talks to the man, nodding his head as the man turns around to get whatever he ordered. His fingers tap on the long white table as he waits for the man to give him his order. Knowing Slate, he's not really the most patient person, er, demon, so it's not going to surprise me if he does some demonic shi- stuff here.

"Are you and that guy on a date?" Someone asks me. I turn around to see an old lady wearing a large white hat covering most of her face. I have to lean down just to see her face. Her eyes are blue, though it's fading because of her age, but the magic and happiness are still there, swimming around her blue orbs. The wrinkles are evident now on her forehead and cheeks, and when she smiles, her eyes also do so. She's wearing a white short coat over a plain white t-shirt. For her age, she sure knows how to do fashion. The old lady jerks her chin towards the direction of Slate, who's still waiting impatiently for his order. I look back at her and find her grinning up at me. "You guys are cute together."

My eyes widen, shaking my head vigorously, heat creeping up on my neck and cheeks. "Oh no, Slate and I are... what do you mean by date?"

The old lady shakes her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "You're a funny guy. He seems to like you. I've been watching you and that guy after you've ridden the carousel, and I saw how he looks at you." She chuckles, eyes crinkling as she does so. "Is he your boyfriend?"

I shake my head, blushing at the thought of Slate being my boyfriend. "Oh no, Slate... he's... he's not my boyfriend. Not at all. I mean... um, he just isn't."

"That's because we're husband and husband," a voice I really recognize says behind me. Slate throws his arm around my neck and pulls me closer, giving me a kiss on the temple and my blush deepens. "Hey babe, here's the water I got for you." I try to inch away from him, but he keeps me in place, pressing himself to me more. Then he gives me the bottled water and I take it gladly from him, mumbling a thank you.

Chuckling, the old lady pats Slate's arm and smiles up at him genuinely. "Young man, you seem fine, you need to take care of him." She says as Slate nods, grinning at the old lady. "No wonder he's denying you of being his boyfriend. Oh I'm glad I'm living in the world where acceptance amongst gays and lesbians is happening. I shall go, my daughter seems to be having trouble finding me. It's nice chatting up with you, young men. Until we meet." She says as she takes off while I'm still blushing like a mad man.

Taking the lid off, I drink the water that Slate purchased for me; I never realized how dry my throat was after talking to that old lady until the water slides into my throat down to my stomach. Drinking huge gulps of water, Slate whistles at me once he sees the once full bottled water is now three-fourth empty.

"The lady said if we're on a date," I say to him and Slate blinks at me. "What's 'date' by the way?" I scrunch my nose up in confusion, trying to make sense of the word.

Slate chuckles, shaking his head in amusement, his eyes twinkling. "Date means... we're enjoying ourselves together... you know, in this theme park." he leaves his sentence hanging as he grins at me. Oh, so that's date. I get it now.

Grinning, I nod my head. "Okay then, we're definitely on a date!" I chortle, smiling brightly. "But can we please not ride this thing anymore? And the rollercoaster. I'm hungry. Can we eat? Or... I don't know." I ramble, blushing once I realize that I'm, indeed, rambling. Something flashes across the demon's face that I didn't catch as it was quickly replaced with his stupid smug expression. "Just want to let you know that I'm having fun in this date..." I mumble.

Behind us three teenage girls squeal as they watch Slate and I.

"Yeah, I hope so..." Slate smiles at me – he wears the smile that makes my heart stop beating for a while. I look away, flustered. "I'm enjoying as well in our date."

Let me know your thoughts about this chapter by commenting? How do you feel about their so-called date? Ohmigod. They're on a date (claimed by Slate, though). Our angel doesn't have any idea what a date is, and it's kind of funny to imagine that, you know. The first to comment will have this chapter be dedicated for him/her!

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