Be My Friend

Chapter 13: The Kids Are Alright

"So... How does the contract work?" I ask while stuffing my mouth full with another handful of popcorn. Everything around me seemed fuzzy but not the mysterious dark and frankly large figure sitting next to me. He was clear as day in my mind's eye. The Netflix show running on the tv couldn't seem to be less important as I focused on Damian.

"I've never really been in this sort of situation. I haven't ever made a contract like this in my years of existing. How I'm going to go about this won't be final until I decide if you are genuinely lonely, or will eventually get sick of me, or if you're just some suicidal kid looking for the first metaphorical train to jump in front of." He explains. This might've been the first time there wasn't a vague answer given to be about the way his mind worked. "Some suicidal kid"? I frown but try and force my mouth into a thin line. 

"I couldn't get sick of you. You're too interesting." I gulp down a drink of Sprite. "How old are you?" I ask.

He takes another puff of smoke and ponders for a moment, "Millenniums old." He states. I nod my head slowly. Jeepers, that's quite old.

"When was the last time you've been on earth?" I ask genuinely interested. If my curiosity was irritating, he didn't show it.

"I believe the year was somewhere in the 1900's. My best guess was the 80's. I can't exactly remember because I don't go out much and when I do I get fucked up."

I hold my hand flat over my mouth. It's silent for a moment before I can't hold in my giggles. I compose myself and try my damned hardest not to smile. "Fucked up, huh? The devil is a wild one." I hum. His red eyes feel like their digging into my soul with that straight edged serious look he's got on. Did those eyes always look that damn amazing?

"Yeah." He finally says and I burst out laughing. The corners of his lips twitch but don't move any more than that.

After catching my breath I pop another question. "How are you so modern? You use slang just like me or the next person." I observe. His steely shoulders move up a fraction and come back down again. I assume he shrugged. 

"I get my servants to inform me of everything that's going on. Let me ask you a question." He says. "It's 5 am and you have yet to yawn. How the hell are you, a human, still awake?" Damian asks whilst looking directly into my eyes, casting that intimidating gaze he probably didn't even know he was using. 

"Insomnia. Had it since I was a kid. Drove my parents absolutely insane with it." I explain and give him a shrug of my own. "They thought I would grow out of it, but it only got worst in my teenage years. Sometimes I can go days without sleeping, but it doesn't feel good. I'll feel like a zombie if that happens."

He nods in acknowledgment of my answer and we go back into silence. After a few more hours I eventually and accidentally fall asleep. When I awake; there's nothing but an empty seat next to me and an empty feeling in my chest.