Demons

Chapter 31

"Oh come on, the double date wasn't that bad. Plus it was a month ago, let it go," Ava tried to convince me but I shook my head.

"I don't think Harry and Louis have anything in common," I laughed and she agreed. Damian ran over to us and threw his arms over our shoulders, coming in between us.

"Yeah, you're right. At least they didn't end up fighting," She laughed as we reminisced over the double date disaster.

"Boring! Talk about something that I can take part in, please?" Damian chirped in dramatically.

"Who said we wanted to talk to you?" Ava stopped our walk and turned to glare at Damian.

"I don't need your approval, hater." Damian unwrapped his arm from her, before all of us burst out laughing. After a few moments, Ava got jealous that she wasn't a part of our little group anymore and forced Damian's strong arm around her shoulder once more.

"I'm cold." Ava made the excuse and I gave her a 'yeah, right' look. Damian rolled his eyes at her, making her smile a beautiful grin.

"It's April in Arizona, Ave." Damian looked at Ava and she just shrugged.

"Sorry it's such a pain for you to put your arm around me," she faked sadness, which made Damian feel bad and he planted a kiss on her temple.

"Aw, you two are so adorable. I ship it," I chuckled forming a heart with my two hands.

"Shut up!" Ava gasped, poking my cheek. Damian smiled at me, shaking his head.

"It's true. I am adorable," Damian smirked. We continued to walk through the familiar park that I used to hang out with Noah, on our way to the Shed.

"Remind me again why we're going there?" Ava groaned, and Damian and I gasped dramatically.

"Only because that's paradise!" Damian shouted and I nodded theatrically.

"It's probably been defiled by now." I spoke up, thoughtfully.

"It better not be!" Damian frowned.

The Shed was one of the only other places he could really call home. Sure, he felt at home with his grandparents but Ava and I both knew that, when his parents died so suddenly, the only home that he had to remember them was this little shack that he built with his dad.

It was truly touching how attached he became to the Shed. I had nothing to remember my father by, other than the painful nights that Sandra burned into my brain when she 'lost the love of her life' because of me.

We finally reached the Shed and it was exactly how we all hoped it would be. Lonely. At least other children had better things to do than mess up Damian's second home. Thank God for technology and iPads.

"I can't remember the last time I've been here!" Ava melted.

The whole trip here, she didn't want to have anything to do with it anymore. But as soon as she saw our childhood pictures posted on a huge bulletin board and stacks of letters and notes from when we thought it was cool to pass notes in class, she fell back in love with the rickety shack.

"A few years, probably," I spoke up and shuffled through the notes. Most of them, I couldn't actually read through, due to Damian's atrocious handwriting.

"Yeah, I've actually been here a couple times this year, when everything got too tough at home and school." Damian said quietly.

"Why are we here, Damian?" I asked when I realized something was off.

Usually, when he invited us to hang out, my usual attire would be clubbing clothes. Yet here we were, in an old dumpy shack, wearing jeans and tee shirts.