Sam and Damien were walking by the park, fingers intertwined and light jackets to keep out what little cold was present.
"Hey Sam?" the taller spoke up. Sam looked up at him. "Is that a new sweater?"
"New for me, old for you," Sam replied. "You left it at my place a few days ago so I figured it was fair game."
"I knew I recognized it from somewhere," he replied, messing with Sam's hair with his free hand. Sam blushed slightly and smiled up at him.
"I mean you can have it back if you want," Sam replied.
"You're lying and you know it. So why'd Marc kick you out of the house?" Damien asked.
"Megan's over, but jokes on them I stole the chargers and one of the controllers is dead," Sam replied.
"How would you like it if Marc did that to us?" Damien asked. "You can't be nasty, Sam, Marc's the kind of person who will hide the cookies."
"I wouldn't care if he did that. You're not too much of a gamer and you never care to play when you're over. Plus it's not the same for Marc as it is for me when you're over compared to her. I don't know Megan very much," Sam explained.
"That's because you dropped out of school for a few months," Damien replied. "You knew your parents would push you back in, anyways. What was the point of dropping out?"
"I thought hunting Angels would be my future. But turns out if I keep hunting and Angels keep dying to me, I'm gonna start some apocalypse," Sam explained. Damien let go of Sam's hand and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
"I'm sorry," Damien said.
"You're lucky, you know what you're doing for a job and how to get there at least. I don't know what I would do now," Sam replied.
"Just don't worry about it, just worry about passing your classes and think about your future when it comes time," Damien replied.
"Nothing except hunting appeals to me," Sam replied.
"You can still hunt," Damien replied. "Carter, as terrible as he was, actually unlocked that part of you. Your skill is influencing people."
"Yeah. You tell me that all the time," Sam replied. "I know how to use it, too. And I know you don't go against me because it could hurt me. Do you really want to talk about this again?"
"Sam... fine no," he replied. "Do you have any projects in school you have to work on?"
"Other than frantically catching up with the months of schoolwork I missed? Three," Sam replied. "It's stressful. I hate everyone in that building except Marc and his friends."
"Why don't we go hang with Marc and Megan? Make it like a double date," Damien joked.
"Come on, they're close, yeah, but not dating close," Sam replied.
"Whatever, come on," Damien said, taking Sam's hand again and pulling him out of sight before teleporting inside the front door of Sam's house. "Walks are lame."
"Walks aren't lame! We go on walks all the time they're nice and peaceful!" Sam replied.
"Walking is lame," Damien replied.
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Angels
AcciónAngels is a completed book that I've been putting a lot of my time into for the last year. The main idea of the book is that it takes place in a world very similqr to ours, but is also inhabited by a race of "Angels" who are extremely hard to tell a...
