~Ouija~ (A Dip Story)

•°~School?~°•

Philip's Perspective:

There I sat. I sighed as I felt his arms around me, watching as I took off my clothes and started to align my school outift on my, or our, bed. I could feel as he kissed my neck, rubbing his hands along my sides as I rolled my eyes and moved my hands to hold onto his, gently moving his long, pianist fingers away from my body. "Damien..." I looked back at him as I picked up my shirt, turning back around as I quickly threw it on and fixed my boxers. I watched as he moved his hands to my shoulder, starting to massage my arms as if he worked at a spa. I just sighed, leaning into his touch a bit as I threw on my pants.

I looked down at my outfit. I guided myself away from Damien's arms, walking into the bathroom and staring at everything. My hair was down to my neck, my white T-shirt followed up by a slightly purple pink vest. I just shook my head in disappointment as I threw off the vest, looking down at my body in despair. I looked so fat that it was an understatement for just being obese. Yes, I was 5'6 and only about a pound over the average healthy weight, but I was still absolutely terrible in my eyes. I planned to go down to at least 110. I look so terrible with even an ounce of fat on my body.

I walked back out into my bedroom, only to end up asking Damien for his shirt, and just wearing his white T-shirt so that it was baggy enough to hide any form of fat on my body. As I walked to the mirror, I looked at myself. Blue jeans and a T-shirt. I need to dress up more. I'm far too ugly to do that. But it'd make me look prettier. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

Damien's Perspective:

"Philip?" I called, looking around for him. "Phil, you can come out of the bathroom now. You have school in twenty minutes. Unless...you wanna skip again?" I grinned. I knew what he was doing. He's been reported to do it a few times. He was once again questioning whether he looked bad or not, and I wasn't providing any form of validation for him. He was just my victim, anyway. Why would I somewhat care for him? Because he's starting to develop feelings for me? PFT, what a fucking wuss.

"Philip?" I asked. Eventually, after getting fed up enough for having to wait for over five minutes because I'm impatient as hell, I just opened up the bathroom door and walked inside, my feet dragging on the floor as I slid myself in. I watched as Philip stared at himself in the mirror, tearing up, then stopping. Tearing up, then stopping. It was sad. But not sad in a 'oh, I feel bad for him' type of way. But much more of a pathetic type of form of sadness. I just walked up to him, throwing my shirt back over his head and making him put it on as I hugged him close to my body, trying to get him to follow me into the hallway.

"Oh, come on, Phil. You have school in, what—five minutes?" I moved away from him as he looked up at me, the tears in his eyes falling down his cheeks. "I know," he began, "I'm ready. Just...are we...are we walking?" Philip asked, covering his face a bit to talk to me. "Well, you got a car?" "...no." "Then we're walking, Pipsqueak."

Philip just nodded to my words, falling into my arms and using me as a support system. I just laughed as I brought him into his bedroom, giving him his school bag as he scanned and made sure everything was in it. He just softly smiled when he realized everything was there, leading me outside of the door of his one-floor home. I followed shortly after, my face showing nothing of interest, rather than a disruptive influence.

Philip's Perspective:

As I arrived at school, I was happy to see both Butters and Kenny. Although the holding, the kissing, and the love was making me a bit uncomfortable, I just went along with it as I went up to hug Butters, or as it seemed today, Marjorine. "Hey, Marj!" I said in a smiley tone, watching as he smiled too. "Heya there, fella!" I smiled once more as I stared at Kenny kissing Butters and being all sweet and innocent towards him, other than the occasional ass rub.

I just stepped back a bit, before falling right back into the arms of Damien, who then decides to say something to further push my insecurities. "Woah, woah, calm down there, fat ass! I don't think I can catch you with you being that big!"

I just stared down at the ground, softly nodding as I looked down at the ground and started to gingerly braid my hair as I sat there in all of my nervousness. As I saw Tweek slightly spazzing out over how aliens could possibly be real and steal all of his underpants like the underpants gnomes from when we were kids. I saw Craig trying to tell him that Aliens, if they were real, probably wouldn't go for his underpants as their first objective, and Tweek just yelling back at him, "but how do you know, C-Craig! They could be after my- AHG - Underpants right now!!"

"Tweek. They wouldn't be after your underpants. Jesus Christ..." Tweek just flashed him an annoyed look. "THIS ISN'T HELPING, MAN!" I laughed at the entire interaction, before relaessing myself from Damien's arms and walking over towards the two of them. "Hey, chap! How're you?" I asked, smiling as I looked at him moving his glare away from Craig's middle finger and towards me. "Hey, GAH- Pip." Craig turned towards me, and shoved his middle finger in my face, giving me a monotone tone. "Hello, Pip."

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