@Skylark
Damien grinned. “Great! You sure you don’t want food?”
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?
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."
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