“It is most certainlynotmy first possession. I am extremely skilled at the art of possessing humans. I even scanned the last few hours of your life and got a run down on all immediate friends and family before inhabiting your body. I’m certainly not a ‘student driver,’ for fuck’s sake,” Paz grumbled.
Well, that would explain how you knew about fuckface back there. Although I like face fucking too.Why is it that so many insults are related to sexual activities or body parts that are actually quite enjoyable?Trent asked.
“Focus, Trent. Your body has been possessed by a demon. You have no control over it at all,” Paz said again.
Yeah, yeah. You just keep waiting for me to freak out, and it isn’t going to happen. Look, you just get us through the dreaded V-Day, and I’ll be along for the ride. You can’t fuck up much more than I’ve fucked up on my own lately, so go for it. Good luck, man,Trent said, then he sort of slid backward in his mind, which was weird as hell but was apparently something he coulddo, signifying he was done chatting with Paz. He was tired. He wondered if he could nap while Paz operated his body? He knew he wasn’t actually sleep deprived (because he wasn’t actually in his body), but he was mentally exhausted.
A break was just what he needed. He could daydream and disengage from the world for a bit. It sounded utterly amazing.
Paz was sort of shaking his head, but he’d stopped looking in the mirror and was staring at the steering wheel. “This is… not the way I expected this to go,” the demon mumbled.
Yeah, well, Trent thought to himself, that made two of them, but he was done chatting, so he left Paz to get them home and he started thinking about vacations for next summer. He had promised himself he was going somewhere, even if it was a solo vacation, and he’d been doing research. He started thinking of locations and the pros and cons of joining a tour group. Thoughts of foreign, exotic locales filled his head as he half paid attention to Paz starting the car and driving.
It was kind of like being chauffeured. If he had access to the internet or his phone, it really would be a perfect experience. It was ok, though, because Trent had a great imagination and a million things to think about
He just hoped Paz wasn’t a total fuckup. He did not need to come back to broken bones, destroyed property, or lost friends. But Trent was sort of an optimist, so maybe Paz could manage to make him a new friend or start a romance or something.
He could always hope, and hey, at least he wouldn’t be alone on Valentine’s Day. Trent mentally shrugged and went back to thinking about Spain. Or maybe London. Or there was Costa Rica—he’d love to do some adventuring there.
Ok, so it all seemed a bit lonely to think of doing it on his own, but he could easily imagine meeting some cute guy, or even a cool group of friends, and they could sit at cafes and drinkcoffee or go zip lining together. He could always dream, and it would be nice not to be lonely.
Chapter
Four
IS THIS A POSSESSION OR AN INTERVENTION?
Paz threw the keys down on the round kitchen table and looked around. “Well, this is… spartan,” Paz commented.
Ugh. Trent mentally rolled his eyes. Ok, so he hadn’t ever really gotten around to decorating. The place was a cute two bedroom, and he did have an office set up with a desk and chair in the smaller bedroom, and he had a bed and dresser in the other. There was a round kitchen table with two chairs, a brown leather couch, and a tv stand with a decent sized tv in the living area.
I have everything I need. I even have pots and pans,Trent defended.
Yeah, he probably shouldn’t have said that. Because of course Paz walked over to the open kitchen area, opening cupboards and drawers. He snorted as he saw that most of them were empty. One was filled with reusable plastic plates and cups of all different colors—they were like a dollar each at the chain box store, and Trent didn’t need fancy. He hated cooking.
Paz opened the cupboards underneath and Trent could just feel the disdain emanating from him.
“You have a pot. And a frying pan,” he noted.
And a saucepan!Trent added.I can make pasta and sauce in separate pans, mac and cheese, eggs… and, ummm, yeah, anything I need to, Trent finished. Because that was kind of the extent of Trent’s skills.
There was a reason people had microwaves.
Paz moved to the kitchen drawers next, snorting when he opened one that had boxes of plastic silverware in it. (What? Trent hated doing dishes. He knew it sucked for the environment, though, and he did have a few sets of silverware he used, all of which were currently in the sink.)
Then he opened the other drawer, staring down at it. Finally he asked, “Is this supposed to be your junk drawer? Like that drawer where everyone just throws their miscellaneous shit they might need?”
Yeah, Trent responded. He could feel the judgment coming.
“It’s got… two screwdrivers. And tape. A black marker. And batteries,” Paz listed off.
Yeah, Trent said again.Everything I’d need in a junk drawer.
“Trent, it’s all arranged. There is no junk in your junk drawer,” Paz reasoned.
Trent snorted. He couldn’t help it.I got junk where I need it, he joked.
Paz’s head turned and he sort of looked at his ass (which was kind of hard to do). Trent did have a nice ass, though, and Paz oughtta appreciate it.
