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workingonit-currently · 5 years ago

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Part 5?

Dreaming is something most people do. Even if you think you dream of appsalute darkness as you sleep and see nothing, that apparrently means you are still dreaming but your mind is not retaining that memory. That's the strange thing. We as humans have not mastered control over our own body, at least not yet. It's strange as it works on it's own, not needing us.

Damien himself believes that he does not dream. He believes that it is a curse he carries, to never dream means to never be excited for a new day which means to never be as he was. His dreams stopped the night Shayne died, at first Damien couldn't understand why but upon waking up that morning and seeing his mother crying, being told of Shayne's death he understood. He just can't have happiness without Shayne.

Damien has experianced nothing in his sleep for years now, nothing but darkness. Tonight is different as he drifts off, still lying next to Wes as his eyes fall heavy. The world fades around him and his perception on reality fades, blackness taking over like usual as he sleeps. But as Damien fades into the blackness he finds blurred colour refocusing infront of him. Finding himself staring at his feet in a green dew-filled field.

Looking around causiously Damien sees something he never thought he would again, a blond haired boy with a bright smile and strong everything. He's sitting opposite Damien and their feet are touching, the golden boy smiling at Damien, with a chip in his toothy smile.

"What's up Dame? You seem sad?" The boy asks and stops smiling but still reatins the seemingly natural cheer to his apperance, looking at Damien kindly.

Damien finds it hard to speak, his throat dry and nonexistant. He's looking at a young, beautiful and alive Shayne. Shayne is sitting right infront of him and their feet are touching.

"I'm not sad Shayne. I'm just wet." Damien finds himself saying instead of the heart-felt speech he was planning, and is confused.

"Really?" Shayne asks, tilting his head slightly and pouting, the light making his hair shiny and perfect in Damiens eyes. Now he remembers this, this is a memory. This was the day Damien finally opened up a bit more to Shayne after many weeks of failed attempts from Shayne to break through his shell.

"Yeah. Did you know there's about twenty or more deadly viruses tou can get by getting wet? It's scary Shayne." Young Damien explains, Damien having forgotten how much he would wear his nerdyness on his sleeve when he was younger, good for him.

"Relax Dame! You're with me! I won't let any viruses attack you!" Shayne announces and stands up in a protective pose to defend Damien, his back to the boy.

"Please stop using that nickname, it's embarassing. And viruses aren't something you can physically fight Shayne, they're-" Young Damien laughs with a wide smile af Shayne as he readies himself fora fight, Damien beginning to explain viruses to a very unaware Shayne.

"Oh sorry, what was that!? I'm too busy beating up these viruses to listen right now." Shayne intrupts as he starts kicking and punching the air, doing a suprisingly good job at fighting the invisable viruses in his head.

Despite his need to be smart and reserved young Damien smiles up at Shayne, admiring his new friends dedication to fighting off fake viruses. Damien also remembers this didn't actually help at all because despite Shaynes sick moves both he and Damien came down with a nasty cold a few days later and were scolded for their recklessness.

"You know Shayne, I think you got them all. Come sit with me." Young Damien speaks up as he pats the wet ground beside him, opening his shell a tiny bit. Shayne stops fighting the air and turns causiously to sit by him, already knowing at that point Damiens dislike to personal contact and not wanting to overstep the boundry.

"So Shayne, you've been trying to break through my shell for...five weeks?" Damien states and Shayne nods, despite being young he has taken the time to record how long he's been trying to make this dark haired introvert his friend.

"And you've succeeded. Shayne Topp, you are officaially knighted as my friend." Damien announces and pretends to knight Shayne who is beaming.

"Yes! Now we can officially go on boat rides and climb trees and sleep over each others houses and-" Shayne jumps up and starts loudly rambling, glancing back and seeing young Damiens grimice at all those things.

"Or we could just go over your house?" Shayne calmly states as another option and sees young Damien smile this time, making Shayne smile as well. He had a habit for always following others facial expressions.

"Yeah. That would be nice." Young Damien states as he sits back fown on the wet grass and looks up at Shayne who is carefully positioning himself to block the sun from Damiens eyes. He really was the best friend.

"Hey Shayne, I'm sorry." Young Damien suddenly states and for once Damien agrees with his words. Shayne stops positioning himself and looks down at Damien.

"What for buddy?" He asks with a wide toothy smile again, the chip still in his tooth. Damien was later told after this evdnt took place that he got it falling off a tree and landing jaw first but Shayne's dad told him he got it because he accidently punched himself in the face to hard as a toddler so Damien doesn't know what to believe but Shayne got it fixed as he became a teenager.

"Me. In general I've been a very bad friend. You've been doing all this stuff for me like inviting me over your house and when I refuse you ask me to go play on the field close to my house and you compliment me and it's just....I don't deserve this." Young Damien explains his feels and looks at the dew-filled grass, admiring how the light is refracted inside the subtle raindrops on the grass.

"You're not a bad friend Dame, even I can tell that and I've only officially your friend for a few minutes. You've just got a shell. I bet once I manage to get inside that shell with you, you'll be just as amazing as me!"

Young Damien smirks and raises and eyebrow, liking Shayne's never-endjng confidence, support and fake ego.

"See! Look, you're already starting to open up more! You've very expressive with your face you know." Shayne notes and sits down next to him, young Damien staring forward and ignoring Shaynes presence. He's to focused on what Shayne just said, in his own world.

They sit silently for a moment, Shayne's bright toothy smile slowly decreasing in soze as young Damien stares ahead, unblinking.

"Da-"

"Shayne! I will be just like you! I'll be confident and funny and strong! You'll see!" Damien announces loudly as he suddenly stands up and faces the sitting-down Shayne, determination on his face as he clenches his fists. Shayne sits there, stopped in his tracks by this sudden announcement, suprise and confusion on his face as he fails to respond.

"Well you'll have a lot of work to do then, I'm pretty awesome." Shayne casually brags, regaining his confidence as he stands up and smirks, underneath proud of the introert infront of him.

"Shake on it?" Young Damien asks as he hold out his hand for Shayne, not daunted or changed by Shaynes words. Shayne stares at the hand of his friend, eyebrows tightly knitted together in thought.

"What?"

"Shake on the fact that no matter what we'll be friends and you'll keep getting stronger and funnier so I can keep beating you?" Damien explains, his face still determined and unchanging as he stares in Shaynes eyes with an intense fire.

"You can try." Shayne teases as he takes Damien's hand in his and shakes it with a strong grip. That was the moment. The moment Damien and Shayne truely became best friends, a few minutes after becoming official friends, with the evening sun shining behind them, making Shayne's hair shine and Damien's eyes sparkle with determination and fire.

"Officer Boze, reporting." Boze clearly speaks as she sits on the side of her bed, placing the phone down on the floor because she can't be bothered to hold it in her hands.

"What the actual Fuck is wrong with you Officer!? Why could you not repirt sooner?" A voice shouts through Boze's phone, making Boze flinch and close her eyes at the harsh voice. She knew the Captain would be angry, just not this angry.

"Sorry Chief, I was deep undercover. Nothing to report so far, just chasing some leads." Boze carries on with her report despite physically feeling the instense rage of her superior through the phone.

"You better! Otherwise I'm pulling you out and putting Officer Corn and his partner on this case!" Mari warns, lowering her volume slightly but still keeping a harsh tone. Boze grits her teeth at the mention of Officer Corn, she knew she would get lip off Mari for nothing so far but she never thought Mari would be willing to put Corn on the case and pull her.

"Hold on, aren't Officer Corn and Co on a bombing mission?" Boxe enquires, remembering Corn's teasing as he waved his briefing in her face.

"Yes. They completed it. Unlike you, they actually do their job efficently! Now get something for me or the next time you hear me will be more personal!" Mari instructs and threatens through the phone before ending the call, Boze finally letting out a breath she was holding. Running a hand through her hair and pickinh up the phone Boze feels stressed, pressure being put on her by Mari along with this stupid school's stress is making her very shaken. That could have gone better...

Boze sighs as she lies down on the bed and calls the new number in her phone. Waiting patiently as it rings.

"Hello?" A voice answers and Boze cuts tight to the point, not caring any more about gaining trust and taking things slow.

"You, me, Damien, in school all day. Be there or regret it."

"Huh? But...Damien never comes in-" The person starts, having figured out who was calling them and not caring enough to ask why.

"Just find a way. I need you to!" Boze pouts and hears a sigh on the other dnd before silence.

"Okay. Just know that you owe me Boze. Damien is NOT going to be happy..." The person mutters before ending the call, leaving Boze to smile slightly at the success of her conversation. Maybe this IS the way to do things...

"What!?" Damien shours as Wes stands over him, he was just shaken awake from the best dream he can ever remember so Damien can't help but be angry.

Without saying a word Wes hold up a dark blue hoodie with a silver badge and blue D on it, presenting it to Damien as he tries to wake-up properly. As soon as he does though Damien shoves the hoodie away, sneering at Wes as he gets up and puts on his boots.

"What's up!? I am NEVER going to wear that!" Damien states as Wes puts an arm in his way to block him before shoving the hoodie back in his face.

"Awww! Come on Tall-Dark-and-Emo! I thought it'd be fun! You, me, Boze, taking on the school!" Wes teases and shimmies as he smiles like a child, staring at Damien with pleading eyes until he cracks.

"No! I swear that I will never wear that again! There is no way you can make me." Damien casually teases as he crosses his arms and slips under Wes's.

"I can't believe you..." Damien pouts as he mutters, tugging at the hood of his hoodie as he walks the schools halls with Wes, going to meet Boze in the science lab. Wesley somehow managed to convince him to wear the hoodie and come into school but Damien still feels uncomfortable despite the Leader badge pinned to his chest.

"Couldn't you just, I don't know...Tell Boze to meet US instead of forcing me to walk all the way to science?" Damien asks, glancing up at a very smug looking Wes who struts down the hall.

"And miss out on the great and lazy Damien actually doing some exercise and being uncomfortable? Nope!" Wes teases, recieving a very heated glare from his shorter friend with brown hair. Damien is not unfit, anyone close to him knows this but he does like to wear baggy or layered clothes to hide his figure, himself not being satisfied with it.

Wes knows Damien is actually very attractive, any person would be happy to date him or be at the revieving end of his love but what he feels towards Damien is big-brotherly love, seeing Damien as nothing more than an edgy younger brother.

"You do...You don't like me...right?" Wes asks plainly as they walk, breaking the small silence in their conversation and refering to their talk last night, side-eyeing Damien as he splutters and jumps.

"What! No!" Damien accidently shouts as he's caught off guard, stopping his movement as he turns to face Wes, ignoring the attention he's drawn for once, "Dude! I literally like no one here so no worries, I'm not just going to suddenly get a major crush on you. I see you as a cool friend, that's not going to change."

Wes breathes a sigh of relief, not knowing what he would have done if Damien did have a crush on him. He loves Damien and all but he's 87% straight and that remaining percent is reserved for somebody else. He also couldn't bare the thought of breaking his friends heart, he knows he's had enough heartbreak to last a life time.

"We cool?" Wes asks as they begin walking again, nervously looking at Damien's eyes.

"Cool." Damien confirms as he turns slightly and puts his thumbs up before walking on again.

"Wes!" A little demon by the name of Boze screams as she shoots towards him at the speed of light and jumps on him, not caring if she knocks him over.

"Boze..." Wes greets as he pats Boze's back and tries to place her fown slowly, lowering hus chest towards the floor so she can jump down. He is very aware of the attention Boze has drawn and sees how fidgety it's making Damien.

"C-can we go?" Damien whispers as he looks around, avoiding eyes but knowing people are staring as he can feel their gazes pressing against him like bugs all over his body. This is a contributing factor to why he hates going into school, that and the fact that he's smart enough to learn all the things they teach here in his own time.

Wes casually nods as Boze jumps down, grabbing Damiens arm suddenly and walking towards the lunch hall. Unsuprisingly it took a long time to convince Damien to get into his hoodie and even longer to locate Bize so time has marched on and lunch is approaching faster than a bus.

"What is your problem!?" Damien asks with a slight knife edge to his words as he glares at Boze who is laughing at him and his lunch of milk, Soka and chocolate. Apparently she thinks it's not a 'healthy' lunch and has the right to judge Damien on what he puts in his body.

"Nothing..." Boze managed to wheeze out as she slaps the table and tries to stop laughing to catch her breath. Damien does not find this amusing at all, glaring at her even harder as Wes smiles like the sun-ray he is.

"Awww! This is adorable! We should get a picture!" Wes announces as he takes out his phone and goes to place it above them but Damien grabs it out of his hand and throws it into the nearest bin.

"What!" Bize stops laughing and stares at Damien and then the bin, looking betwern them in confusion and consern while Wes takes out another phone from his back pocket, sipping Damiens milk as he does.

"He doesn't like getting his picture taken, you get use to it." Wes statds with a shrug as Boxe turns to him with her mouth open and wide eyes. He's had to learn the hard way to always keep a spare phone on him when in the company of Damien.

"Really! You're okay with this?" Boze honestly asks and Wes nods, sipping on Damiens drink again and making Boze monentarily confused.

"Well I'm not! Damien! Give Wes your phone, we're going to have a picture one way or another!" Boze orders, holding out Wes's hand as she death-glares Damien who eventually sighs before handing his phone over to Wes, giving in to Boze's stupid intimidation not because he was intimidated but because he thought she might physically fight him if not and that wouldn't end well.

Wes smirks as he unlocks Damiens phone and holds it up to take a picture, only then does Damien notice his reflection.

"Wes! I swear to god!" Damien shouts as he looks at his phone, not liking what he sees looking back at him. It seems Wes actually had a reason for really wanting Damien to come with him today and take a selfie now. Wes had, while he slept, expertly put eyeliner on Damien. Which makes Damien question if he's applied eyeliner before.

"What!? You look cute!" Wes argues and Damien disagrees. He thinks he looks emo, the bags under his eyes and the eyeliner that just happens to flick up slightly and the end make him look very hot....I mean emo.

"Guy-liner!" Boze teases, trying to break the tension.

"I hate you both." Damien mutters as the two idiots either side of him high-five and laugh while he's in emotional and physical pain, wondering who he ever agreed to befriend them.

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