Love Eyes ( PIP X DAMIEN ) || DIP

What should i do?

                                      Pip

My arms wrap around him so tightly his face starts turning purple. I am now at Damiens house and I think I have thanked him about 14 times for the ring today. Nobody has ever done such a nice act like him. He wants me to relive my childhood, so I can finally have the peace I've been wanting my whole life, and when I'm here, in heaven, I still shed tears thinking about my past.

     Why hasn't Pocket did anything like this for me?
     I know everyone thinks differently but it still would've been nice if Pocket had did it.

  "Hey Philip, would you like some wine?" Damien says as he walks into his to other side of his room and grabs a wine bottle from the shelf. Then he gets two wine glasses for both of us.
     Of course, I don't want any form of drink that's I'll make me act the way I did yesterday. I regret acting that way and I know he does as well.

    "Oh my, no thank you Damien, I had such a bad headache right now so I don't think it's good for me to be drinking at this time!" I smile and place my hand to my forehead and it still feels as if it's spinning.
    My head is like like a pinwheel flowing through the breeze of cold wind, but instead this wind is hot and burning. And my head is the stick connected to the pinwheel, holding on to everything happening up there. In my head.

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                                 Estella

I can't help but throw the book I was previously reeding across my bedroom.
      Satan just had a talk with me about having to fuck that no penis, low life son of a bitch and have his child!

    I would never want to fuck him but sadly our wedding was planned years ago! I hate that man! The only reason why I'm still here is because he has money. And I love money.

   I tuck out strands of hair to the front of my ears and slightly pull them. That is until I get a text from Pocket.

    Why can't nobody leave me alone?! I know I'm almost queen but I still would like to be alone.

"Estella, come over quick!" I read the text message and sigh. I hate that I have to do stuff he needs just because we're cousins.
I slowly slide down my bed and get rid of my pajamas I've been wearing since the morning, it is now 5pm.
Once I find an outfit I head out the door and that's where I hear my name being screamed out.
I quickly turn around to see Satan making his way towards me. He walks slowly but telling by this face and movements, what he's about to tell me is important.
I try my best to hide my annoyance and that only just builds a lump in my throat.

"Here Estella," the puts a tiara on my head and while he's doing this Im just thinking to myself.
"Im not queen yet, why is he giving me a tiara or should I say, a version of a tiny crown."

I finally released the lump in my throat with a laugh which leaves Satan with a curious look.

"I just wanted to gift you this, as in honor of being in the royal family, sweetheart" he says as he wraps his arms around himself and just smiles to see my reaction.
But all I did was say thank you and left. I then made my way to Pockets house and the second I'm approaching his front porch he quickly opens the door and drags me into the house.

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Pocket

"What should I do?!" I start pacing around in a circle trying to relief my stress, though by the dizziness it's giving me, I'm getting more stressed.
All of this is happening while Estella just drinks away with her water bottle.

"If you are worrying about it right now, then it's not the right time, because you should be able to just without thinking, you just do it"
Estella said and for a second I actually believe her, but at the same time, I don't. I know my heart and I are ready, but my mind is not.

"I mean look at it!" I pull out the box and open it up to show Estella. All I see is her surprised face. But all I'm surprised about is the tiara she has on.

"It's beautiful!" Estella grabs it and tries it on, though it won't fit, she puts it back in the box and adjusted her tiara. And that's when I knew it was a perfect time to bring it up.

"Where did you get your tiara?" I put the box back in my pocket were it original placed. And I see her expression go from heaven to hell.

And without even looking at me nor moving, she says "I'm marrying the King, Damien." This is where she finally leans forward and grabs her water bottle from the table. She takes a few sips as if the news she just told me didn't change my whole world.

I hate to admit it but I've been a bit selfish, I've been very jealous of Philip and Damien hanging out and always being together when they get the chance. I know they are just friends but Philip is acting like a teenager with both me and Damien.

I know I'm saying some pretty dumb stuff right now but I can't help it. I over think a lot and I'm just afraid.

But now that Estella had just told me that her and Damien are getting married those thoughts will be over. Because Damien needs to be with his wife, and take care of her. Meaning Philip will be mine.
I go to the balcony that Damien has made for us and burry my head in my hands while my arms rest on the safety bar.

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Pip

"Fish" Damien said and I can't help but laugh. We were talking about school and out of no where he starts talking about the ocean. He's so strange, and fully looking, but he's pretty, and pretty cool as well.

My voice cracks when I'm about to start speaking so as I'm speaking there's a little giggle in between it.
"Wha-what?" I say and my smile is completely up so I pull my arm to cover my smile but Damien just grabs my arm instead and pulls it away from my face.

"You're... you're... you're cute"
    Damien mumbles and I now realize that he had to much wine. Because he never says this type of stuff.
Those words make me feel warm and breath less, my knees start getting that feeling again, the feeling of shaking and wanting to tumble down to the ground.

All I do in return is give a smile, nobody except Pocket has ever said I'm cute. So this smile actually is a smile. Not just some awkward smile feeling. An actual smile.

It's hard to think but, he has to be drunk to be able to say those words. He thinks them everyday but never speaks them. I start feeling bad but then an image of pocket fills in my head.

I love Pocket and I love Damien.
But if I were to pick I would obviously pick Pocket, but Damien.. I would pick him... but I just can't stay in his presents for to long because if we were, my knees would meet the floor and my palms will be sweaty enough to use as gel.

I don't know why I feel this way with Damien. And only Damien.

What if I secretly like him? And I'm just denying it. No, I love my Pocket. It's him over the whole universe.
But Damien... he's so nice..

Ugh! I hate myself for thinking this way. I'm getting with Pocket and I'm going to spend my whole life with him. I'm not staying with someone I just met!

I take one last glance at Damien and he's now holding a cookie in his hand. I guess he's so drunk he even forgot how to eat. He's bitting
straight air and I suddenly find my self laughing once again.

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Also good night it's to late :(