Damianya One-Shots

I'll Always Love You (HS)

Damian Desmond was never the kind of guy to go to parties. He never drank, nor smoked; he was a gentleman, the son of the chairman of the National Unity Party—he had expectations to keep up.

And yet, he was still here. Thinking about what his mother would say if she knew he was at this dreaded high school party.

It was about time he attended one, he supposed. This was their graduation party—why not let loose every once in a while?

Well, that's what he was thinking until some moron spill a horrid mixture of alcohol—some strange, brown concoction made with seven different alcohols from seven different companies—directly onto his Beckett Simonon shoes.

"Agh!" He exclaimed, jumping away a bit from the brown puddle. "What the hell?"

"Oh, sorry dude." A drunk student half-apologized. Damian didn't recognize him, but then again, he didn't normally socialize with the Eden students who favored partying over studying. Well, there was one exception, but Damian didn't want to think about that person; he didn't feel like having his heart ache at that moment, with alcohol seeping into his five hundred dollar shoes.

"Drink some water, you imbecile." He insulted, letting out an annoyed groan with an eye roll before walking away, a tiny squelching sound accompanying every step. Great.

Damian grumbled to himself as he walked off to find a more secluded spot—or maybe he'd just leave completely. Really, he had no reason to stay. Ewen had wondered off somewhere, probably to party on the roof alongside the stars and all the smokers, and Emile was probably dancing his drunk ass off by a speaker. He didn't care about anyone else enough to stay, so why would he?

Damian felt his breath get caught in his throat. There was one person he wanted to see tonight.

Damian looked around, his lanky height finally doing him some favors as he spot her.

Anya Forger.

She was sitting on a couch, drink in her hand as she conversed with some people. Her legs were dangling over a girls lap comfortably, and she just looked so natural. Damian would never understand how she did that. How she just spoke and drew everyone in. Every single person by that couch was watching her speak, and Damian was no different. She was just so naturally herself, it put one at ease. Yeah, she was pretty crazy, but she was just so authentic: it made people want to be around her.

Damian found himself stumbling towards her subconsciously. Not stumbling because of any intoxication from alcohol, but the intoxication of Anya. The two caught eyes once she finally finished drawing him in, and when those brilliant green eyes met his, Damian lost all his air. How could someone be so beautiful?

"Damian!" She exclaimed with a grin, her prononciation a bit sloshy. "What're you doin' here? Anya thought you hated parties?"

"I do," He answered, awkwardly tugging down on his navy blue sweater. Maybe he should've picked a different outfit—khaki colored dress pants and sweaters with button ups underneath didn't seem to be that popular. "But I thought I should attend—it is our last high school party, after all."

Damian could feel the awkwardness in his voice, but luckily for him, Desmond's could get away with things like that. If he were anyone else, his strange appearance and his interruption of their conversation would've been seen as annoying, but since he had those special initials, 'DD,' it was seen as a blessing.

Anya stood up from her seat, making Damian blush a little. She was wearing a sparkly champagne dress with a black leather jacket bedazzled with spikes. Damian doubted it was hers, which hurt a bit, but he couldn't deny it looked amazing on her.