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

Started March 15, 2021 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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Damien pressed the heel of his palm to his chest It hurts right there but there’s nothing wrong…

Eric sighed, finally pulling up in front of the building. Some stupid, confusing, fucked up song-

Setting down his guitar, Damien went to his bedroom and stared at the bed. He was right there. How am I supposed to move on from this?

Eric took a few minutes to get himself together, getting out and head up to his apartment, a few things swimming around his head to write down.

Finally shaking his head, Damien grabbed some clothes to change into and got ready. At least I rode there with Kira and don’t have to go pick up my bike

Eric unlocked the door, immediately being faced with his bandmate in full mother hen mode.

"John, I'm fine! I promise I didn't get up to anything last night!"

After getting ready, Damien paced his apartment for about ten minutes before he got tired of it.
I have to move.

Eric dropped down on the couch, grabbing his notebook that he left on the coffee table and writing. He shook his head when Johnny kept badgering him. "Look, it was a weird night, but nothing happened."

Practically running down the stairs, Damien made his way out to the street where he parked his motorcycle. Go, go, go He rode down the street as though he could race from his thoughts.

"Johnny, just fucking leave it!" He snapped, looking up from his book. "Please."

Damien didn’t have a destination in mind, he just rode around town for a while, trying to sort through whatever the fuck he was feeling.

Eric sighed, shaking his head like he was trying to dislodge some thoughts, looking down to realize he filled most of the page without notice.

Before he knew it, Damien was back at his apartment, hardly remembering the ride. He rubbed his face with both hands.

"Fine, I spent the night at Damien's, okay!" He said. "Some bastard slipped something in his drink and I didn't want a repeat of my sister…"

God, his mind was a mess. Kira kept casually mentioning therapy, and Damien knew she was probably right, but he liked handling his own problems. It was easy to talk to Eric… gah, no, stop it

Eric closed the notebook, holding his head in his hands. "Feelings are stupid, and I hate them."

Damien didn’t want to go back in, but he had no where to be, and didn’t want to bother any of his band mates. What am I supposed to do now?

Eric leaned against Johnny, closing his eyes. "Can shit just make sense?"

Damien just sat on his motorcycle outside the apartment building. He didn’t know what to do with himself on a Saturday morning.
“Ughh,” he groaned, rubbing his face.

Eric walked into the bar, laughing along with Jack as they beelined for their usual booth.