forum All's Fair in Love Songs And War (OxO) {OPEN}

Started March 15, 2021 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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Eric shook his head, flinching slightly at the contact. "I-it's not you, please just leave me alone."

Damien pulled back, biting his lip. “Oh-okay,” he mumbled. “I guess- I’ll just go. I’m sorry, Eric.” He took a few steps away, hesitating. “Just… you can talk to me, if… if you ever needed to.” With that, he shoved his hands in his pockets, and headed towards his bike, not wanting to go back inside.

Eric took a few more breaths, before getting off the wall and starting to walk home, taking out his phone to text Jack that he was heading home (he seemed to have been having a good time with Kari, he didn't want to ruin something else).

Damien sat on his bike for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. He danced with me. I kissed him. He kissed back. He left. He’s upset. I don’t know what to do- He groaned and rubbed his face. Guess I’ll just go home

Eric bit down on his lip, trying to even out his breathing before he got home.

Finally leaving the club, Damien headed home slowly, not sure what he’d do once he got there. Maybe write a song. Ha, I would finally write a love song now, wouldn’t I?

Eric eventually got home, dropping on the couch next to John. "Please kill me. I panicked and did something stupid, and I think I ruined something again."

Damien trudged up to his apartment and practically fell onto his couch. “You really fucked up this time, Faust. He wouldn’t even look at you. Why was I dumb enough to think he’d like me?”

"What did you do this time?"

"…Faust kissed me. And I kissed back. And then my mind went spiraling and I panicked and ran, and I think he hates me again."

"Why did you panic? Did you not want it?"

"No, it wasn't that, just… what if it was another prank? Or it was like… him?"

"Faust, the one person on the scene that's the least like him?"

Damien stared at his ceiling, contemplating how his night had gone so wrong. Pulling out his phone, he went to text Kari, then remembered she was with Jack. At least her night is probably going well

Eric shook his head, grabbing his notebook and heading to his room.

Instead, Damien grabbed his earbuds and pulled up Spotify. When all else fails, at least I’ve got music

He sat on his bed, curling up in the corner next to the wall, an old teddy bear squished against him. He rested the book on his knees, grabbing the pen and writing.

Hitting a playlist, Damien laid back and closed his eyes.
“I like that you're broken
Broken like me
Maybe that makes me a fool…”

Eric zoned out as he wrote, pages being filled with a messy scrawl. Writing was how he fixed everything when music wouldn't work-like when noise became too much.

“There's something tragic, but almost pure
Think I could love you, but I'm not sure…”

Damien sighed, rolling over and gazing out the window at the dark sky. I don’t even have his number…

Eric yawned slightly, the adrenaline from earlier abandoning him. I ruined it…

His eyelids grew heavier and he found himself drifting off, thoughts still in Eric and their barely-there kiss.
“Life is not a love song we can try
To fix our broken pieces one at a time…”

Eric put the notebook down, laying down and pulling the teddy bear to his chest, facing the wall. Ruined another fucking thing…

“God, I hope he doesn’t really hate me…” Damien mumbled to himself as he drifted to sleep. I actually like him… so much… damn…

Eric closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep. I hate this…

Damien walked in with Kari, immediately searching for blue hair. He hadn’t seen Eric in a couple weeks, not since that night. Unfortunately, Kari had noticed his search.

“Dude. I could just get his number from Jack for you, then you could be guaranteed communication.”

“I want to talk in person, Kar.”