"Will you be by my side?" Damien x Pip

Chapter 5: Food

"You what!?" a huge majestic angel yells, looking panicked, "The boss is going to kill us!!"

Another angel, more specifically the one that threw Pip out of heaven, just rolls their eyes, "Whatever, they're a-"

"No! Stop! I don't know why you weren't fired a long time ago! But you're no longer going to be in charge of the gate!!" the first one yells back.

"You know you aren't allowed to make that decision! They will-" the second one was cut off by the first one.

"I don't care! I am going to save that boy from having horrible things happen to him! And you are no longer going to be in charge of who goes to heaven and who goes to hell! You hear!? You are going to go to the court to wait for a trial!"

"I'm not doing that!"

"You are, and if you don't, I'm going to make you!!" the other angel grunts and walks away, stomping their feet.

The nice one sighs and walks off, "I need to make sure to get that boy before something really bad happens to him." he quickly walks off to the gate to resume working.

~*~

Pip wakes up, feeling great and refreshed. He looks around and finds... flowers! He gasps, "Oh, they're simply delightful!" he smiles, jumps out of bed, and runs over to them. They were beautiful roses, and the smell was intoxicating. He picks them up and spins around happily, "They are beautiful."

He puts them on his bedside table, "I love them." he kicks his feet, and that is when he hears knocking on his door. He goes, hoping it was Damien; he opens the door to see Willow.

"Hey, newbie," she says as she grabs him and pulls him along with her.

"H-Hey! Where are we headed?" he asks, confused.

"Kitchen. Time for you to actually make something." Pip is pulled over to a kitchen counter, and stuff used to make pizza is put in front of him.

"Make a pizza. The prince likes pepperoni, sausage, olives, cheese," she tells.

Pip gets nervous and starts making the pizza, "So, does he have a liking for pizza, then?"

"Yeah," she replies.

"Is it safe to say that pizza is his favorite?" Pip asks.

"No. But close," Willow replies.

"Ah, then pray tell, what is his true favorite?" Pip asks, curious.

Willow is silent and then just shrugs, "He doesn't tell anyone. He doesn't tell anyone anything. Even if it's something as silly as this."

"Oh, ok." he's silent as he continues to make the pizza.

"How do you know how to cook?" Willow asks.

Pip turns to her, "Hm?"

"Who taught you?" Willow asks again.

Pip goes silent for a few minutes, "Back in England, my sister used to have me handle the cooking, as she and her husband were often quite busy." Pip smiles as he gets ready to put the pizza in the oven, "So, I decided to enroll in some cooking classes, and I must say, I became rather skilled at it."

"What about your parents?" Willow asks.

Pip goes silent and frowns, "My parents are dead...."

Willow looks taken aback, "Oh....I'm so sorry, but....you know you are also dead now."

Pip sighs, "They're probably up there in heaven, but my....sexuality stopped me from seeing them."

Willow puts an arm on Pip's shoulder, "I'm so sorry Philip. I-If you don't mind telling me, what is your sexuality?"

"I suppose....I identify as gay, although they didn't explicitly confirm it, just that I'm not heterosexual." he puts the pizza in the oven and turns it on.

He then waits, and Willow walks off, "I have business to deal with. The pizza needs to be ready by the time the prince comes," she says before leaving.

Pip smiles and waits some more....and more....

~*~

After a while, he hears the door open. The pizza was almost ready when a person comes in, "Hey."

Pip turns, "H-Hey." it was Cathryn.

She seemed upset, "What are you doing?" she asks.

"Am I making pizza for the prince as per Willow's instructions?" Pip answers.

Cathryn frowns, and that's when the pizza was finally ready. Pip pulls it out of the oven, and Cathryn suddenly smiles; it was an evil, ugly smile, like a light bulb went off in her head,

"You know I was once in your position, and I had to make that pizza, and I made a discovery, and now the prince wants me to make it every time!" she says, slyly.

"Really?" Pip says.

"Yeah! Want to know what it was?" Willow asks.

Pip nods, "Y-Yes please!"

Cathryn smiles and grabs a bottle, "Put this on it."

Pip takes it and puts it on, "Thank you!" he smiles as he finishes up the pizza, putting the final toppings on it, including the stuff in the bottle.

After a while, Cathryn left, and Pip put the pizza on the table. He sat down and waited. After a few minutes, Damien came in along with the other girls,

"Oh! Hey Philip!" Willow says. Pip smiles and waves.

He turns to Cathryn, and she has a face that just says 'I'm better than you.' she scoffs, "You know Pip. You shouldn't sit when The prince walks in to eat your meal."

Damien gives her a side eye, "It's fine Cathryn. I don't care." he walks over and sits down, "Go ahead and eat, girls. Your food is already ready." it indeed was, food was already on the table at the girl's sits.

Damien smiles as he looks at Pip, and Pip realizes how close he was sitting next to Damien, "O-Oh! S-Sorry Da-"

"It's fine. That your seat. You're okay." Damien says as he turns around to his food. Pip smiles and looks at his food, it was pasta.

"Oh!" he smiles and starts eating.

Damien smiles at him, 'So cute.' he thinks, and he starts eating as well. But as soon as he puts it in his mouth, he realizes it tastes....odd, "Philip...what did you put in there?"

"Ah, yes! All your preferred toppings and such, plus a special something Cathryn provided." Pip answers.

"Cathryn gave you something?" Damien asks.

"Indeed, the topping she mentioned, which she believed you have a liking for, she gave." Pip replies.

Damien goes silent and then swears Cathryn under his breath.

"Damien?" Pip says.

Damien shakes his head and looks up at Pip, "It's fine Philip....say...." he grabs Pip's fork and grabs some pasta with it, "Open up."

Pip blushes and opens his mouth. Damien puts the food in Pip's mouth, "Cute." Damien mumbles.

Pip blushes more, "Damien...." he looks over at Cathryn, who was giving him a death glare.

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