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Something that has been spreading like wildfire in south park was something called being "Metrosexual" now, Damien wanted nothing to do with this, he may have been confused as hell but he didn't even want to learn about it. As he walked in the snow he could only see this commotion get even more wild. And it got even worse when he got to school, he opened the school doors to see the hallways flooded it "Metrosexuals". He kept walking rolling his eyes at how stupid everyone looked. This was probably a form of torture the universe had put on him for cussing at a car once or something, who knew it was possible to torment the literal antichrist. The bell finally rang and everyone went to their classes, he sat down at his desk in Mr garrisons class. He was prepared to just zone out and block any information being said, until Pip walked in.
Oh fuck. Pip was in on this too.
He was on the verge of just, setting the whole class on fire.
For the whole time they were in that class, Damien could only think and look at one thing, which was pip, he could only stare at him, shocked. Pips usual brown hat had been replaced with a black and white striped one of the same kind, some kind of like, okay Damien didn't really fucking know what kind of shirt he had but it was a V cut black like vest with long white sleeves, it was tied together because it was probably a bit big, a brown necklace that was either a bird or a cross he wasn't paying attention to that. And grey shorts. As much as he hated to admit Pip was the only one who looked good in this whole style craze. Damien was so lost looking at him that he didn't even notice when the bell dismissed everyone. Everyone left except for Pip and Damien, which to Damiens shock Pip came up to him.
"Hello Damien!" Damien snapped himself out of this trance-like state of, interest. "Oh, hi Pip." It was almost like he was on fire, why on earth did he feel this way were the only thoughts Damien's mind was flooded with.
"So I have something to ask of you real quick if that's okay!" Pip asked. Oh shit. Damien assumed the worst instantly like Jesus it's like bro pulled a Tweek tweak with like a thousand cups of coffee but he hasn't had a sip his whole life. "What is it?" He replied he was mainly worried if Pip was gonna ask him about the fact he just stared at him the whole class. "Well,,, would you like to have lunch with me today?" Damien sighed in relief. They usually always had lunch together, so he agreed. He got out of his desk and walked beside Pip to the cafeteria, as they walked Pip reached out for Damien's hand to hold it, and managed to do so. And Damien felt himself heat up, no like actually, he actually felt himself set on fire slightly. Pip just smiled completely oblivious to the fact Damien was getting flustered, and Damien himself had no idea why he was getting this way in the first place, sure he may have felt this way before but smaller, why have the feelings gotten bigger?
The two of them sat down in the cafeteria as Pip started to munch on some type of Sandwich he got, Damien couldn't even eat his food, he was just looking at Pip, Sweating. He was thinking about the time he took a "Am I gay test" as a joke and got "You are super gay" as the result. He was thinking, holy shit I think I'm gay. The 30 minutes that were given for lunch felt like hours, just looking at Pip. So when the bell rang he finally snapped out of the trance he had been finding himself in, to Pip sitting beside him looking him the face. "Damien, are you ok? You've been awfully quite.." He almost jumped and fell backwards but grabbed onto the table for surport. "Yeah, I'm fine." He wasn't he was gay. After some bickering the two of them got up and went back to class a couple mintues late. Damien found himself just looking at Pip again, and at this point he already proved his deep thought of being gay true, he wanted to kiss the British boy. He made fun of his 'silly' desires in his head, him, the son of Satan himself, inlove with some British mortal.
He'd fallen deep into a love filled hole, Pip was the only one he liked from the start and now those feelings have become this blob of pink feelings. Pink feelings that he wanted to hide but was becoming harder, damn the British for being so cute. As the bell rang again, it was like a sign his feelings were just overflowing from a bottle. Him and Pip walked to the back of the school for recess, it seems like a bunch of kids were fighting for some useless reason. But it was fun to watch. But even with the interesting fight to watch he only had Pip on his mind, he could feel himself melting at any moment. At the end of the school day, Damien was shocked he hadn't set on fire by how mushy he felt today. Before he could walk home the same one who had somehow made the antichrist nothing but a puddle [It's Pip] came up beside him to ask one final thing before the day ended. "Damien, would you want to go to a movie with me tomorrow after school?" He tried to contain his excitement but it ended up showing in his voice. "Yeah, I'd love to!" Pip smiled. Damien calmed himself down. "6 pm?" "Sounds great!" Pip nodded. "Cya tomorrow!" Pip waved and went his own way home, and Damien watched him.
He was having such a love stuck boyfail moment right now.