~Ouija~ (A Dip Story)

•°~Mine.~°•

(QUICK WARNING. BOOK IS NOT SET IN 2010. SET IN DECEMBER OF 2022. ONLY PART ONE OF ENDING.)

Strap in, fellas. It's a long one.

Philip's Perspective:

All I can remember is Butters texting me. I walked back to my room, which was becoming Damien's too at this point. I was preparing to open the door, but it was already opened. A few bruises here and there, but overall, everything else was bandaged. I walked in quietly, noticing Damien asleep. He promised we'd spend time together before bed. Well, he's not the kind of guy to keep a promise, anyway. But...

It would've been nicer if he did.

I sighed, walking into my bathroom. I might as well invite someone over. I pulled out my phone, looking at my contacts. Butters (Butters🩵). Christophe (DAD😋). Craig (Space Whore 🚀). Damien (Dami🩷💗). Estella (Lesbiex🏳️‍🌈). Georgiana (Ass sucker)[sis]. Gregory (MAMACITA😁). Joe (Dad). Kenny (Gay Airpod🧡). Kyle (Tomato-head🍅). Pocket (😒). Rebecca (Rebs🌷). Red (LESBIAN ALERT). Stan (Alcoholic 😱🍾). Tweek (Spazzy-Wazzy💚). Wendy (Girl boss🩷).

I'll settle for my "dad" (Joe), and my school parents.

First, I call Butters, then Christophe, then Gregory, then Kenny. Finally, I call my "dad".

But he didn't answer.

Everyone's here. Butters is cuddling with Kenny, and Gregory is critiquing Christophe's shaving technique, by getting really close, and practically placing a magnifying glass to his face.

Damien, out of nowhere, woke up when I was huddled up between all four of my friends. Him, the jealous asshole that I for some reason love, was now picking me up, and I dread that he's going to tell or hit me again, but instead, he placed me on his lap, wrapping his arms and legs around me, clinging to me like a koala. "Woah, where'd this come from?" I faintly laughed, looking up at him softly. "...hmph." He defiantly groaned, laying his head on my shoulder. "You said you were coming to bed. Not partying with friends." Damien mumbled. The jealousy was thick in his tone, and had an undeniable undertone of possessiveness.

"I know. I'm sorry. But, in my defense, you were asleep..." I leaned on his head, humming softly. Gregory was already giving the Christophe the "Mom" look. Kenny was cuddling Marjorine as she talked about how adorable Karen's hair was when she let her do it. My (school) parents are giving each other the 'look', no longer the 'mom' look, but the reason for the 'mom' look. As if me and Damien would EVER do that again.

...Gregory and Christophe make their way home, Gregory having chugged down a few bottles of wine. He was touching Christophe's arm while walking out of the door, dirty-talking and giggling, while Christophe was trying his hardest not to die of a heart attack right then and there.

Kenny is now carrying a sleeping Marjorine out over his shoulder, giving Damien a dark glare of disappointment, while giving me a high-five at the same time. Kenny shut the door behind him. I really have to steal some of Marj's clothes. Coral and powder blue looks so good on her.

Damien, however, is having a SERIOUS case of RBF right now. It looks like he's stopped up in the rear. "Damien?" I mumbled, looking up at him. I poked his cheek. "Come on. Dreamland is over, your wonderful boyfriend is here. You're awake." He groaned loudly, leaning his head down, burying his face in my shoulder. "...no I'm not."

Damien's Perspective:

I don't get it. I thought he liked this sort of thing. It would bring him closer, would it not? Flirting. He likes physical touch. So why isn't he letting me-you know what, nevermind. I sound cheesy as hell.