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Post by Chrimien on Nov 11, 2011 23:06:27 GMT -5
"I have no secrets...what happened is just something people shouldnt know unless i tell them, mym life isnt their business, doesnt mean its a secret..." He snorted again "I already got everyone in the school...cant get much worse then that..." He sighed after a moment "Besides...I dont have much friends to talk to anyway...."
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Post by annanova on Nov 11, 2011 23:25:01 GMT -5
"Bullshit." Damien replied flatly. "You have two wonderful friends that are trying to give you the world. You just won't take it."
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Post by Chrimien on Nov 12, 2011 13:49:10 GMT -5
"Because I dont need it..." He looked up "I dont need to have the world...I just want them to be my friends, thats it, and thats what they are to me, but they try too hard sometimes" He sighed "Tokens the only one who acts relatively normal to me but even hes a bit too careful...im not made of glass...I havent broken yet after all..." Indeed, despite all that Trent seemed to have done.
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Post by annanova on Nov 13, 2011 19:53:05 GMT -5
"You haven't broken yet?" Damien raised his eye brows as he looked down at the other in suspicion. "You look pretty broken to me. Maybe it's just my Demon raised ideas but... when you have no respect for yourself... you're pretty broken."
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Post by Chrimien on Nov 13, 2011 22:30:14 GMT -5
"Its not the respect im worried about...I dont like the feeling but...as long as they're safe..." He pulled from the comfortable hold "Like I said before...I dont expect you to understand...I dont even hope for it...but as long as im surviving then im not broken yet" He sighed lightly "I still have a soul, tattered as it is its still on one piece"
He stood, swamped by his clothes as he left his room, heading down to the kitchen he opened the cupboards, looking for something he liked just as his Mother walked in.
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Post by annanova on Nov 21, 2011 21:50:01 GMT -5
"I-I should get going." Damien said awkwardly, feeling suddenly out of place now that his mother had come home. He didn't know why his mother scared him so much; hell, she was just a mortal. But he couldn't get the feeling of not being enough out of his mind when he was around the two of them.
"My number," He reached for Clyde's hand, scribbling a few digits on his palm with a pen that was located nearby."My dad got me a cell phone while I'm here. Call me or text me, I guess. Later."
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Post by Chrimien on Nov 26, 2011 15:19:08 GMT -5
The male seemed to vanish before Clyde could get much of a word out. He frowned slightly. "Well he seemed nice dear" His mother smiled "You should invite him over some time for dinner" His mother had always been the more optimistic type, especially when it came to her son having friends over. She knew her son had become antisocial, so seeing someone new over was a relief to her. He chuckled lightly "I dont think so mom...hes...not that kind of person..." She smiled at him "You never know, people change over time" He shook his head, heading up to his room once more, waving a hand at his mother as she told him dinner was in an hour. He got on his laptop, surfed the web, ate dinner, surfed the web some more and went to sleep; but not before putting the boys number into his phone, listed under Hellion. At least for now. He would change it later when he could think of something better, he always did. The small amount of people in his phone were not listed under their own actual names in case Trent ever got hold of his phone.
Waking the next morning he dressed...he had opened his dresser with the intent of wearing his baggy clothes. Instead he ended up wearing a maroon XXL button up that hung to mid thigh and his old pair of black skinny jeans. He didnt think much of it though, just shrugged it off as a sudden need to wear something different for a change. He ran a hand through his hair real quick before stuffing his phone in his pocket, grabbing his bag and heading out the door to school; after throwing on shoes of course.
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Post by annanova on Dec 25, 2011 23:55:19 GMT -5
Damien sighed, not exactly excited for a new day of school. How humans were able to do this five days a week, for ten months every year he'd never know. At least by the end of the year he could claim that he was too old to come back.
And at least he got to see Clyde again. Which he wasn't sure as to why he cared to see him. He didn't dwell on it though because to be honest it scared him. He stepped into the building, glaring at every face in the hallway.
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Post by Chrimien on Jan 10, 2012 12:36:22 GMT -5
Clyde wasnt there yet but it didnt take him long to get there. Stepping into the school he went right to ignoring people like he always did as the whispers started. Finding and opening his locker he grabbed what he needed for the first half of school before heading to his classroom to wait. He didnt feel like breakfast today; not that the school had anything worth eating for breakfast anyways.
He passed by Damien, not noticing him as he was too deep in thought.
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Post by annanova on Jan 10, 2012 20:54:12 GMT -5
"Hey, hey Clyde." Damien snapped, rushing up to meat the other boy. He didn't know why, but he suddenly wanted to help him and make his day as easy as possible. As he walked, Damien linked an arm through his waist, tugging him along. "How's it going?" He asked with a cheesy grin. "What's with the face?"
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Post by Chrimien on Jan 11, 2012 1:27:10 GMT -5
Naturally suddenly being touched while so deep in thought had nearly scared the crap out of him "Wha-!" He panicked, looking up at Damien before sighing slightly, a hand over his pounding heart "Please....dont scare me like that...I dont want to die young from a heart attack..." He looked down to the floor, flushing ever so slightly from the hold the darker male had on him "What face...I wasnt making a face....was I?" He looked up again. For once not noticing what was going on around him, though at the sight of the two the whole hall had gone silent of chatter.
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Post by annanova on Feb 27, 2012 20:16:32 GMT -5
"The face?" HE traced an outline of the other's bottom lip. "That pouty face that you always get when you're forced to be around these fucking morons." He laughed slightly. "I guess I get it too. I hate it here as much as you do. Maybe even more."
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Post by Chrimien on May 2, 2012 13:46:20 GMT -5
Clyde felt his face flare up at the touch before pulling his face from the hand "well...anyone would make that face don't you think?" Tilting his head down so his bangs overshadowed half his face he hurried to his class despite it being so early, attempting to escape the embarrassment despite the fact that Damien had most of his classes with him. Sitting at his usual seat he placed his arms on the desk, crossing them and resting his head, hiding his red face; back to ignoring the whispers that now included more rumors.
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Post by annanova on May 3, 2012 21:00:00 GMT -5
Damien sort of stood in the hallway, wondering what exactly he had done wrong. He tried being seductive: fail. He'd tried hard to get: fail. Now he was trying to be... dare he say it... nice and Clyde ran away. He trudged to class, knowing Clyde had ran off early and very well knowing that he had to sit next to the other and try to save face.
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Post by Chrimien on May 6, 2012 9:29:51 GMT -5
When Damien sat down he looked to him, still a bit red in the face "Sorry about that..." His face darkened slightly once more "I just...I had to get out of the hallway" Now he was embarrassed at making himself look like an idiot. Sighing slightly to try and calm himself he sat up, fingers running through his hair, managing to make it a bit more ruffled unintentionally "Alright...so..." with lack of anything better to say "How was your morning?" Mentally he was facepalming for idiocy.
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