{REMAKE} Indifference - Dip (Damien X Pip)

Chapter 5

After the brief conversation with Damien and Christophe, Pip went straight home.

He grabbed the Ouija board and other items he didn't need and put it in a backpack. He walked a block onto the street where most of the houses were on, and walked to Damien's house.

He didn't bother with knocking on the door, since he already heard chatter in the backyard. He would've walked in if there was a fence gate, but there wasn't. So, he hopped the fence.

Almost nobody noticed Pip. Aside from Pocket, who he could always count on. Pocket waved Pip down and he patted a spot on the grass on the grass next to him.

There was a circle formed along a big, dirty pile of junk, which Pip was not very fond of. How dirty were his friends?

Pip dumped his share of junk into the pile, and sat down next to Pocket, who immediately started talking.

Pip was responding, not really paying attention to whatever Pocket had to say.

Pip was too busy staring at Damien.

Where did this kid come from?

Pip was staring, he knew that. Maybe he was just infatuated with Damien.

The way he got all giddy pouring the lighter fluid on the pile, or maybe it was the way he smiled when he lit the match.

Wow, he really was a pyro.

Why was he so tiny?

He kind of reminded Pip of a roasted marshmallow, he was small and cute in his own way.

Where did this kid even come from, why was he here-

"Phillip," Pocket said, snapping Pip out of his trance.

Pip turned to Pocket, "Yeah?"

"Can you bring me to the store?"

Pip shook his head, "I don't have a car, sorry."

"That's fine, I suppose," Pocket said, going quiet.

They were quiet for a moment, feeling awkward as there wasn't any more to say.

"Hi!" A voice said, a bit too loudly.

Pip jumped, startled, then turned to see Damien.

Pip didn't say anything, he couldn't find the words to speak at all, so he just stared.

Damien stared back for a moment before continuing, "You guys are too close to the fire," he went on.

Pip nodded, scooting away slightly.

"The fire is a hazard, if someone gets hurt it'd probably be a problem," Damien explained.

"You know what a hazard is, but you don't know any other basic information about yourself besides your name, age and what you enjoy?" Pip asked, tilting his head slightly.

Damien nodded, "I know about safety and stuff, I'm not an idiot."

Pip nodded again

Pocket spoke again, this time scooting away slightly from the fire, "Would you want to partake in our conversation, Damien?"

"Why not," He said.

Pocket and Damien began to converse, while Pip sat between them. Damien was doing most of the talking, which Pip didn't think was possible, and he was kind of snarky and mean in his own way.

Pip found Damien weird, he was pretty weird. Just some kid who came out of nowhere doesn't know where he's from and is oddly obsessed with fire.

He didn't know all that there was to know about Damien, he just didn't want to get on his bad side. That doesn't make much sense considering he was on pretty much everybody's bad side. You'd think that he wouldn't care at all.

Aside from that, Pip came to the conclusion that he didn't want Damien to be his friend just yet-

Damien tapped Pip, making him jump, and turn his head.

Damien laughed, a smile on his face, "Jeez, you're jumpy."

Pip just stared back at Damien, "Yeah, I know."

Damien chuckled, "Anyways, wanna get out of here?"

"What?"

"I want to get out of here. It's boring. You look fun enough," Damien clarified.

Pip? Fun? That was not a word to describe Pip.

"Me? Fun?" Pip said, visibly confused.

"You look fun to mess with, to talk to sometimes, and mess with, and that's all I can think of really," Damien explained.

"Oh," Pip said.

"So, wanna get out of here?" Damien asked.