{REMAKE} Indifference - Dip (Damien X Pip)

Chapter 7

The next day at school, Pip met up with Damien during homeroom, inviting Damien to sit next to him. At first, they talked about dumb stuff, like, Pip's absolute bitch sister.

"You know," Damien began, "You seem so nice. How come?"

"I'm really not. Just...I kinda genuinely have nothing to live for. However, killing myself seems like the easy way out, you know? One person per classroom kills themself, and personally, I don't want to be a statistic. So, aside from that, just being nice is just so other people don't kill themself just because I said they look unflattering that day," Pip went on, vulnerability evident in his tone.

"Woah," Damien said, gosh this kid is kinda fucking autistic, "Honestly, real."

Pip turned to Damien, "You? You, of all people, have some ground-breaking trauma that affects your everyday life?" Pip questioned.

Damien nodded, "Believe it or not, I didn't really know my mother that well. I don't remember her. I sort of remember her features. She had long dark hair, and tan-ish skin, and that's as much as I remember. I was conceived in Argentina, and my mother came to America after she found out she was pregnant. Ever since I was born, my mother said I practically crawled out of hell, I was the worst thing that ever happened to her. She wanted me to be good, to do good things, but I guess it just isn't in my nature. So, no wonder she abandoned me. I've been with my dad ever since. Nobody has found her, she's a missing person," Damien confessed, he was very neutral with his words, as if he had accepted it to the point of it not quite mattering to him anymore. He knew all he wanted to know about her.

Pip looked borderline mortified, who knew that the autistic cunt that Pip hardly associated himself with had such a kick to his back story?

Honestly, Pip felt bad, sure a lot of kids in the world didn't have parents (including him), but he didn't know anybody who had a mother who didn't want them, tried to make things better somehow, and still ended up giving up on her (presumed) only child.

Quite the backstory.

"Huh," Pip hummed, "Well, you get used to it after a while, don't you?"

"My whole life," Damien admitted, "I shouldn't feel anything towards someone who gave up on me."

"Well, My parents are dead. Can't say I know much about them. I just know that they raised my bitch of a sister," Pip went on.

"Your sister seems like a bitch," Damien agreed.

Pip paused for a moment, "Wait, How come you know that?"

"You talk about her all the time," Damien asked.

"Yeah, but you don't actually know her," Pip pointed out, his expression shifting to one of confusion.

"I mean... Yeah, but you called her a bitch, is she not?" Damien asked.

"I mean, yeah she totally is," Pip agreed, "but you don't know that, so how come you're just agreeing with me?"

Damien shrugged as he hummed in a tone that told Pip that Damien didn't quite know himself just before he finally spoke, "Maybe, I haven't been on this planet long enough to form my own opinions. I don't really want to. I mean, I don't have anything to truly agree or disagree with. They're just pointless opinions. I'm agreeing with you because... I really just want to. That's it. With how people treat you, I think someone should agree with you at least" Damien explained further.

Pip thought for a moment, Sure his explanation was reasonable. However, Pip knew it was unlikely.

"I don't care if you agree with me," Pip said simply.

"Yeah," Damien began, "but, you form good opinions."

Pip shrugged, "That's an opinion I don't particularly agree with."

Damien shrugged, "Well, I don't care if you agree with it. Fag."

Pip furrowed his brow, "What? I'm not gay!"

"Are you sure? Everything about you screams 'I take it up the butt."

"Well, everything about you screams autistic cunt," Pip retorted.

Damien shrugged, "I'm fine with that."

"Whatever," Pip said, rolling his eyes.

After a small moment of silence, Damien decided to break it, "What kind of music do you listen to?"

"The Sonic Adventure 2 soundtrack mostly," Pip spoke simply.

"I like Crush 40, too," Damien admitted.

"Nice."

"What's your favorite song?" Damien questioned.

"Escape from the city, for city escape," Pip spoke simply.

"Of course you'd like that."

"Shut up, you fucking twink," Pip said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm the twink?" Damien said, looking so confused, "You're the zesty one, if anything."

"I'm not? I don't know where that idea came from," Pip spoke quite plainly, he might've been just a little pissy just at being thought about it that way.

Damien shrugged, "I spend the most time with you. So, arguably I'm your best friend, I'd know better than anybody," Damien said in that voice that should've told Pip that Damien was thinking about something else, he ignored it though.

"I guess you are my best friend," Pip acknowledged simply.

For a moment, just a moment, Pip could have seen something flicker in Damien's eyes, not just that, his entire demeanor. It was there for a second, but gone the next.

"You know," Damien began, "I've never had a friend before. Not really. Just people who cater to my every need."

Pip nodded, agreeing silently, just as he began to speak, "I've had to work for everything I've ever needed," He spoke simply, seeming very content with it overall.

"Hm," Damien hummed thoughtfully, "I guess I have had to do a couple things for myself. Like this. Our friendship. I made this happen."

"I guess you did, cause you annoyed the shit outta me before," Pip agreed.

"I made it happen. That's something to be proud of," Damien explained, smiling to himself.

Pip nodded, smiling as well.

He was happy at what this was becoming.