I can’t breathe this is it this is how I die there are worse ways at least he’s hot oh god what if he does hate me and he pushes me away why did i do this oh god he’s warm oh my heart oh his heart
“Eric…” he whispered, barely loud enough to be heard over the music.
"Yeah…?" He asked, voice quiet, even though his mind was racing. He's right there oh my god he's so close if this isn't a dream it's gotta be a prank wait fuck is it a prank no no no I can't handle something like that again what is he doing-
AHAHAHA I AM MOST DEFINITELY ABOUT TO DIE. HE IS GOING TO MURDER ME. HELL, HERE I COME
Damien bit his lip nervously. “Punch me if I’m outta line, okay?”
"Okay?" He blinked a few times, confused. What is he doing is this a prank-
Damien let go of Eric’s hand to carefully wrap both of his arms around Eric’s neck. He was bright red at this point, just waiting for Eric to shove him off.
Eric's eyes widened slightly, feeling himself freeze. Is he about to-nope this is a prank he doesn't mean it-
Feeling the other stiffen, Damien hesitated. Just do it, he hasn’t punched you yet, that has to be a good sign, right? Steeling himself, Damien leaned forward and softly pressed his lips against Eric’s.
Eric's eyes fluttered shut, and softly kissing back. Ohmygodthisishappening- it's a prank again, he doesn't mean it- This isn't real-
He quickly pulled back, stumbling as he yanked himself back to reality. "I-I should go-"
he kissed me back, holy shit, why’s he stopping- It took Damien a second to reorient himself, but he grabbed Eric’s shirt as he stumbled away. “Eric, wait-“
"No, really, I should-I should actually real-really get going-" He said, pulling himself away. Suddenly, the club and people and music and the band that kept playing covers of fucking love songs and Damien were too much.
“Eric!” Damien chased after him, following his blue hair in the crowd. “Eric, wait!” He looked frantically around once he got outside until he spotted the other. “Eric, please, wait-“ why did I kiss him? he hates me. I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up-
Eric leaned against the wall, shoving his hands in his pockets. Please no no I can't handle another prank no please leave me alone-
“Eric, please” Damien said, a desperate tinge to his tone as he approached the other, one hand slightly outstretched. “Why’d you leave? I said you could punch me, but you kissed me back, so why did you leave?”
Eric screwed his eyes shut, hands clenching into fists. "Please… leave me alone…" He whispered, almost pushing himself against the wall, like he was trying to disappear into the shadows.
Damien’s eyes clouded and he stopped. “If you really want me to, I’ll go,” he said softly. “but please tell me why.” He took a careful step forward, reaching out so his fingers just brushed Eric’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t force myself on you, you know that, but I wanted to kiss you, and then you kissed me back, so I thought, I mean-“
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.
