@CWPoofToxicRush
'It's nothing, really." He said, looking down.
'It's nothing, really." He said, looking down.
Damien shook his head. “No, Eric, really,” he said. “Some guy mighta grabbed me if you hadn’t helped me get home. Really, thank you.”
"Dude, really, it's nothing…" He mumbled, looking down. "If it hadn't been me, it probably would have been one of your bandmates."
Damien sighed and went over to Eric, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Dude. Just accept my thanks,” he said. “It’s not nothing to me.”
Eric looked up slightly, blinking at the weight of his hands on his shoulders. "You're… welcome…?" ???????
Damien grinned. “Great! You sure you don’t want food?”
"I'll be fine." He said, smiling slightly.
“If you’re sure,” Damien said with a shrug, stepping back, still grinning. “Will you be at the club tonight?”
"Yeah, I think so." He said, blushing. Wait does that mean he's gonna be there? Wait, why does that make me excited?
“Cool! We’re not playing tonight, but I figured I’d go anyway just to have fun,” Damien said. “I’ll buy you a beer if I see you.”
"You really don't have to." He said, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Nah, but I will,” Damien said, still grinning.
It’ll give me a reason to talk to you
"Well, if you insist." He said, smirking slightly. Not that I would mind…
Damien blushed a bit at the other’s smirk. “Alright, man, see you tonight, then.”
"See ya." He said, going to leave.
Damien followed him to the door, leaning on the doorframe as the other left. Any second now I’m going to wake up for real with a massive hangover
Eric walked down to his car, getting behind the wheel and buckling up, resting his head against the steering wheel and letting out a short scream.
Damien did not wake up. He walked to his kitchen in a daze and pulled out the orange juice, drinking right out of the bottle. AHAHAHAAAA
Eric started the car, beginning the drive back to his and John's apartment. Okay, so, last night happened, that was wild, and now feelings don't make sense. At all. Last night happened, my brain won't stop screaming…
Juice in hand, Damien returned to the couch, sitting down and grabbing his guitar.
It’s okay, right? It’s okay, I’m fine. So why do I feel like I’m out of my mind?
Eric hummed softly, keeping a tight grip on the wheel. Nothing even happened, why do I feel like I'm still dreaming?
Damien strummed a couple chords, staring at his ceiling. Seeing you in my bed, it got my mind turning, but I’ve always been good at hiding from my heart
Eric bit down on his lip. Shut up, shut up, this wasn't the fucking plan…
Damien closed his eyes as though that would stop the thoughts. I’m going, going, going, gone
He shook his head. I feel like I'm fucking dying here, and what then?
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