Love Eyes ( PIP X DAMIEN ) || DIP

Ring

        I'm pouring myself a glass of orange juice while Pocket is still asleep. I still haven't told anything to Pocket yet, which I know if I don't soon it will eat me up like a whale.
     I grab my juice but before I can take a sip I hear the door bell ring.
      I groan and walk slowly to the door, I hear Pockets footsteps as well. Finally he's awake.

    I grab the handle and quickly open the door. My fake smile turns into a frown when I see nobody at the front door. I look side to side until I look down and I see a box.
    I don't remember neither one of ordering anything but it says my name on it, so I'm guessing it's something I ordered a long, long time ago.

  I grab the box from the welcoming carpet and groan once more while placing it on the dinner table. — "who is it from, darling?" Pocket asks as he takes a sip of his tea he had just prepared.
"I'm not quite sure actually" I say as I look at the box side to side leaning against it sometimes to figure out who it's from.
    "Well, open it" Pocket says
"I'll.. I'll actually want to open it in private" something tells me in my heart that this is from Damien.
            And if it is, I want to say I'll beat the shit out of him, but when ever I'm around him I just feel like my knees are going to drop, my palms start getting a bit sweaty and I hate that.

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      Pocket went out, so now I'm alone, with the box. That I'm going to open. And read or cry.

   I grab the first page that is stacked on about 3 more and without hesitation i start to read.
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3/27/2023

      Dear Philip,

  I first wanted to start with an apology, I sure know what I did yesterday was wrong. I know you have a lover, Pocket, who you love very much and I had to no right to kiss you there and then. You are a really pretty man, and I guess when ever you were with me I couldn't help myself.
       Once again I apologize, I asked my father to deliver a special gift to you. I hope you will receive it soon and safely.
     I assume you are reading this and wondering where is your gift. My father should be there at about 3pm later today.
       To our love and our friendship, I gift you a promise ring. Because I promise you Philip, I will never screw up again. I can't write this with a straight face. I know the promise rings are for little kids and teenagers, but I figured, since you really didn't have a normal childhood, I wanted you to live those years properly.
    If you would, I figured you should come over tonight, for me to explain face to face on how incredible sorry I am.
           Or unless you want to talk about parties, drugs and dating ,like teenagers.

      I love you Philip.

                                                 Love, Damien.
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My eyes are frozen, or glued to the paper. I can't stop staring at this letter. He's so nice, and kind, and he even got me a gift?! Why is he so nice?

I say to myself and accidentally catch myself smiling. But I don't care, this letter was an adorable letter, and it will be stuck in my head until time ends.
I place the letter back in the box and grab some of the chocolates Damien left in the box for me.
I take a small bite and start walking to the living room. I take a seat on the couch and slip out my phone out of my pocket. I realize that it's 2:56pm, meaning Satan should be here any minute with my gift.
And with that I turn to the door and when I place my hand on the doorknob I hear a knock.
Perfect timing.

It's Satan, he's looking at me with a smile and hands me a small jewelry box laced with red ribbon. I'm debating if I shall let Satan in my house considering he is king. "Oh please, come in!" I back away from the door entrance to allow him to pass by me. "Oh, no thank you I just uh... have an important meeting with Damien right about now." He placed his hand on the back of his neck and chuckled.
And that's when I'm a little relieved he didn't come in, because the mess in our house is no good for a king. I close the door and immediately start opening the box.
I pull off the red lace off and once I get it open the first thing I see is a small letter.
"For our teenage years"

My smile brights up and put the letter aside and I see the most prettiest ring I've ever seen. And it even says my name on the inside of it.
I stare at the letters that form my name and all I'm thinking is when Pocket is going to give me such a nice ring like this one.

I forgive Damien, I did right after we did what we did, I don't deserve all these fancy gifts. But it came from Damiens heart, so all I feel right now is lucky. Lucky to have be friends with someone who buys you nice gifts, even when it's not even a special occasion.

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Damien

The way his voice rasps with every sellable he speaks makes me want to take my glass of wine and shove it down his throat. I don't usually say this about my dad very often but that a time I really, really mean it.

"Son, it's for the family" he says and he acts like I've never heard that before. I guess I'm furious because the wedding was brought up again. Not just the wedding, but also sex.

I hate that I have to be forced to marry her, because of my feelings for Philip and I just don't like her like that.
My father is getting really impatient with me, he says I have to get her pregnant soon or else our visit to heaven will be short this year. He knows I like Philip, he calls him my boy toy, he knows if we cut this visit short this year, I'll be on my knees begging to stay just for him.

Then the thought of actually fucking Estella reappears in my mind. I know I'm going to love our child but the awful is my kid is going to grow up with two parents who don't love each other. I do not want him to have the same childhood I did.

" look son, all I'm saying is for you pick up your pace here, all you have to do is marry her, fuck her, then take care of her 9 months, then you can leave son. I know you are kind of in love right now son, but that will have to wait, this shits important. Do you understand?!"

I didn't know I had to stay with her for nine months. Why haven't he told me this? Our visits will be over by now.
No visit= no Philip

I rub my eyes in anger, I almost get up and slam my head against the wall but I don't, I'm not unfortunately a teenager anymore. I have to start acting like king. I'm a king, but why do I feel like a teenager when I'm around Philip?
I know why, because I'm In love with him.

And I sure as hell can't get with him cause he has a boyfriend and I have to take care of shit hole of a wife.

I walk out the room as I give my father a nod. I run downstairs and once I'm outside. My knees drop to the floor and all I can do is scream.

"Fuck!"

I say as I slam my body against the floor.

God fucking dammit. I think to myself before I pick my self up and slam the front door.
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To our teenage years🤨

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Also I'm sorry this chapter sucks but it's just part of the uh story I guess