CARING FOR THE ENEMY
Topic- South Park
Paring- Pip/Damien (maybe more parings later on)
Rating- PG-13 till later notice.
Warning- I don't own South Park. It belongs to the lucky bastards of Matt Stone and Trey Parker.
Another Warning- THIS IS A SLASH, WHICH MEANS IT WILL BE ABOUT GAY GUYS! So don't flame me saying, "This is gross! You're a sick freak!" I will laugh in your face and say, "Sorry about your luck."
Note- The boys are between the ages:16-17 and it's done in Pip's point of view. Well that about sums it up now read!
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Chapter 1
"PIP!" I hear some one yell. It sounded like Eric Cartman. I look down at my watch. Yeah, it's 11:38, my daily beating. "Pip! Get your French ass over here!" he yells. I sigh and bow my head. Let's just get this done and over with. I walk over to him. "DID YOU FORGET WHAT TIME IT WAS YOU FRENCH FAGGOT!?"
I shake my head. "No, and I'm not French, I'm English." I correct him. Eric punches me in my stomach. I fall to the ground, groaning.
"Don't correct me, frenchie!" He says. I fight for air. Ugh, I hate school.
"Eric! Get the hell away from Pip!" I hear Mr. Garrison yell.
"Don't forget tomorrow, you pussy." Eric says and walks away. I sigh and stand up.
"You realy need to learn to stick up for yourself, Pip ole chap." I hear. The voice was evil and dark, but to me, it said love and friendship. I look around to see my best friend, Damien, the son of Satan, standing in a door frame across the hall. He was wearing a pair of black baggy pants with chains hanging from them and a black tee shirt that read, "Rock died and went to heaven."
"I know, but I just want to be accepted. You can't piss of society and be their friend." I say. I walk over to him and I became super giddy.
"Well your not going to be accepted in this damn town." Damien says.
"Well it's worth a shot, ain't it?" I ask.
"I guess, but you know how it is. You waste all your time, trying to be how they want you to be that you forget who you realy are." He tells me. As dark and evil as his eyes are, when he's around me, they seem...softer and they actually have a glisten in them. He put his arm around me and my stomach went into knots and fought the blush coming to my face.
"The queers are up and giddy this morning." I hear Butters say. It shocked me because I always thought he was gay.
"Fuck off, Butters!" Damien yells, and the fire in his eyes became stronger. He glared at Butters and Butters was sent flying down the hall, screaming.
"ACK! Damien! What if you hurt him?" I say, my kind instincts kicking in. No matter how mean someone is to me, I always tend to feel bad for them. Well I do for every one but Eric. He's just a fat asshole.
"Pip! You need to stop caring for the enemy. They're just going to fuck you over in the end." Damien says.
"You're the enemy in my religion." I mumble.
"What?" Damien asks.
"I didn't say anything." I say. Damien's words rang out in my head. "You need to stop caring for the enemy, they're just going to fuck you over in the end." I care for Damien and he's pure evil, so does that count here?
The bell rang. "Oh my! I must be going! I'll see you after school." I say, dashing down the hall.
"Later!" Damien calls down to me. My Adeline rush is gone. I swear if I'm falling for Damien, I wont be a happy person.
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Damien and I share an apartment. When my foster family found out that my best friend was the son of Satan, they tried to kill me so I ran away. Satan thinks Damien's a sell out for hanging out with me because I'm so innocent and proper. Despite on what he thinks, Satan still provides us money. For being Satan, the guy sure does love his son.
We walk into the apartment and head straight to the kitchen. Damien sat at the table and I threw on my apron. "So what do you want for din-din?" I ask Damien, tying the apron.
"Don't care, just noting to 'English'" He says.
I look in the fridge. "I know this is usually for breakfast, but how about bacon and eggs." I offer to him.
He sighs. "How about we order a pizza." He says.
"Pizza?" I say. This is going to sound strange but I've never had pizza.
"Yeah pizza. You know the big thing shaped as a pie with sauce and cheese on it." Damien says. I stare at him blankly. "How do you not know what a pizza is?!" Damien says, in shock.
"I don't know. I was never aloud to have it." I say, starting to blush. Man I feel like a total retard.
"God damn, Pip! You realy do suck!" Damien jokes.
"Shut up!" I say, beet red. Well he isn't lying.
"Ok, this will be one hell of an experience." He says, with a smile. I smile back. "You can take the apron off now. It makes you look flamer anyway." The black-haired teen says.
"OH! I forgot I had it on!" I say. I'm such an idiot! Hey wait a minute! "I'm not a flamer!" I say, thinking about what he said.
"It's a shame your not." Damien mumbles, grabbing the phone.
"WHAT!?" I say, my eyes big and my jaw hanging. Does that me he likes me?
"Nothing." He says, with an evil grin on his face. "Go relax, I'll take care of everything." He says.
I nod and I walk to my room. It's a small room with the walls painted green, my favorite color. It's my getaway. I feel safe in here. I have pictures of random bands on the walls and on my dresser I have pictures of Damien and me. I walk over to my tape player and press play. "White Riot" from The Clash, blared though the speakers. They're my favorite band. People wouldn't place me as a punk rocker, but my heart and mind are in that direction. I walk over to my bed and collapse onto it. I sigh and close my eyes. It's so nice and peaceful here. I wouldn't have it any other way. I yawn. God, I'm so tired.
"They work you hard today?" Damien says, scaring me. I shot up and look over at him. He was leaning on my dresser.
"Just a skoch." I say.
He giggles. "You say the weirdest things sometimes." He says.
"I don't mean to." I say. Damien's eyes wandered my room. They stopped at my nightstand.
"Pip..." He says, his face turning white and his eyes where full of hurt.
"Yeah..." I say. What the hell is wrong with him.
"What the fuck is that?" He asks, getting angry. I look over at my nightstand. My knife from when I cut myself was out. It was covered with dried blood from last night.
"Bollocks." Was all I said. He comes the screams.
"PIP! YOU TOLD ME YOU'D STOP!" Damien yelled. His eyes where full of anger and pain. I promised him that if he'd stop that I would too. It was easy for him, but not for me. I hate bottling up my anger or yelling so I cut. My eyes lowered to the floor.
"I know." I say. I know I let him down. He longed at me and pined me down. He took off my bowtie and was trying to take off my shirt. "Get the hell off of me!" I yell, tossing and turning.
"Let me see them!" He growls. He got my shirt off and he gasped. "Pip, these are realy deep! You could have realy caused damage." He says. He ran a finger acrossed one of the bigger ones on my chest and I wince. I'm always realy sensitive after I cut. "Your gonna have scars, dude!" He says. He had tears forming in his eyes. Man I feel like a dick.
"I'm sorry." I say. I truly am! Damien let a tear fall onto my stomach. It still amazes me that I can make someone as evil as the son of Satan to cry. Damien bent down and kissed one of the cuts. My eyes widen.
"What?" He asked.
I shake my head. "Nothing." I say quickly. He actually kissed me on my body. Oh happy day! NO! BAD! DAMNIT! I'm falling for Damien, and there is nothing I can freaking do.
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Authors Note: Hey! What's up everybody? I'm back with a new S.P. story. Why Pip and Damien you say. Because I wanted to. LOL. No, they're just becoming my new favorite parings. I always do Stan and Kyle so I figured, "Let's change it around. We have plenty of them stories on the site." And I've always liked Pip. With my FAKE story out of the way, I'm gonna devote all my time to this story and "How to figure things out...WITH MUSIC!" Well I hope you like this story so review if I should continue it or not! Thanks and later!
Topic- South Park
Paring- Pip/Damien (maybe more parings later on)
Rating- PG-13 till later notice.
Warning- I don't own South Park. It belongs to the lucky bastards of Matt Stone and Trey Parker.
Another Warning- THIS IS A SLASH, WHICH MEANS IT WILL BE ABOUT GAY GUYS! So don't flame me saying, "This is gross! You're a sick freak!" I will laugh in your face and say, "Sorry about your luck."
Note- The boys are between the ages:16-17 and it's done in Pip's point of view. Well that about sums it up now read!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!
Chapter 1
"PIP!" I hear some one yell. It sounded like Eric Cartman. I look down at my watch. Yeah, it's 11:38, my daily beating. "Pip! Get your French ass over here!" he yells. I sigh and bow my head. Let's just get this done and over with. I walk over to him. "DID YOU FORGET WHAT TIME IT WAS YOU FRENCH FAGGOT!?"
I shake my head. "No, and I'm not French, I'm English." I correct him. Eric punches me in my stomach. I fall to the ground, groaning.
"Don't correct me, frenchie!" He says. I fight for air. Ugh, I hate school.
"Eric! Get the hell away from Pip!" I hear Mr. Garrison yell.
"Don't forget tomorrow, you pussy." Eric says and walks away. I sigh and stand up.
"You realy need to learn to stick up for yourself, Pip ole chap." I hear. The voice was evil and dark, but to me, it said love and friendship. I look around to see my best friend, Damien, the son of Satan, standing in a door frame across the hall. He was wearing a pair of black baggy pants with chains hanging from them and a black tee shirt that read, "Rock died and went to heaven."
"I know, but I just want to be accepted. You can't piss of society and be their friend." I say. I walk over to him and I became super giddy.
"Well your not going to be accepted in this damn town." Damien says.
"Well it's worth a shot, ain't it?" I ask.
"I guess, but you know how it is. You waste all your time, trying to be how they want you to be that you forget who you realy are." He tells me. As dark and evil as his eyes are, when he's around me, they seem...softer and they actually have a glisten in them. He put his arm around me and my stomach went into knots and fought the blush coming to my face.
"The queers are up and giddy this morning." I hear Butters say. It shocked me because I always thought he was gay.
"Fuck off, Butters!" Damien yells, and the fire in his eyes became stronger. He glared at Butters and Butters was sent flying down the hall, screaming.
"ACK! Damien! What if you hurt him?" I say, my kind instincts kicking in. No matter how mean someone is to me, I always tend to feel bad for them. Well I do for every one but Eric. He's just a fat asshole.
"Pip! You need to stop caring for the enemy. They're just going to fuck you over in the end." Damien says.
"You're the enemy in my religion." I mumble.
"What?" Damien asks.
"I didn't say anything." I say. Damien's words rang out in my head. "You need to stop caring for the enemy, they're just going to fuck you over in the end." I care for Damien and he's pure evil, so does that count here?
The bell rang. "Oh my! I must be going! I'll see you after school." I say, dashing down the hall.
"Later!" Damien calls down to me. My Adeline rush is gone. I swear if I'm falling for Damien, I wont be a happy person.
!!!!!!!
Damien and I share an apartment. When my foster family found out that my best friend was the son of Satan, they tried to kill me so I ran away. Satan thinks Damien's a sell out for hanging out with me because I'm so innocent and proper. Despite on what he thinks, Satan still provides us money. For being Satan, the guy sure does love his son.
We walk into the apartment and head straight to the kitchen. Damien sat at the table and I threw on my apron. "So what do you want for din-din?" I ask Damien, tying the apron.
"Don't care, just noting to 'English'" He says.
I look in the fridge. "I know this is usually for breakfast, but how about bacon and eggs." I offer to him.
He sighs. "How about we order a pizza." He says.
"Pizza?" I say. This is going to sound strange but I've never had pizza.
"Yeah pizza. You know the big thing shaped as a pie with sauce and cheese on it." Damien says. I stare at him blankly. "How do you not know what a pizza is?!" Damien says, in shock.
"I don't know. I was never aloud to have it." I say, starting to blush. Man I feel like a total retard.
"God damn, Pip! You realy do suck!" Damien jokes.
"Shut up!" I say, beet red. Well he isn't lying.
"Ok, this will be one hell of an experience." He says, with a smile. I smile back. "You can take the apron off now. It makes you look flamer anyway." The black-haired teen says.
"OH! I forgot I had it on!" I say. I'm such an idiot! Hey wait a minute! "I'm not a flamer!" I say, thinking about what he said.
"It's a shame your not." Damien mumbles, grabbing the phone.
"WHAT!?" I say, my eyes big and my jaw hanging. Does that me he likes me?
"Nothing." He says, with an evil grin on his face. "Go relax, I'll take care of everything." He says.
I nod and I walk to my room. It's a small room with the walls painted green, my favorite color. It's my getaway. I feel safe in here. I have pictures of random bands on the walls and on my dresser I have pictures of Damien and me. I walk over to my tape player and press play. "White Riot" from The Clash, blared though the speakers. They're my favorite band. People wouldn't place me as a punk rocker, but my heart and mind are in that direction. I walk over to my bed and collapse onto it. I sigh and close my eyes. It's so nice and peaceful here. I wouldn't have it any other way. I yawn. God, I'm so tired.
"They work you hard today?" Damien says, scaring me. I shot up and look over at him. He was leaning on my dresser.
"Just a skoch." I say.
He giggles. "You say the weirdest things sometimes." He says.
"I don't mean to." I say. Damien's eyes wandered my room. They stopped at my nightstand.
"Pip..." He says, his face turning white and his eyes where full of hurt.
"Yeah..." I say. What the hell is wrong with him.
"What the fuck is that?" He asks, getting angry. I look over at my nightstand. My knife from when I cut myself was out. It was covered with dried blood from last night.
"Bollocks." Was all I said. He comes the screams.
"PIP! YOU TOLD ME YOU'D STOP!" Damien yelled. His eyes where full of anger and pain. I promised him that if he'd stop that I would too. It was easy for him, but not for me. I hate bottling up my anger or yelling so I cut. My eyes lowered to the floor.
"I know." I say. I know I let him down. He longed at me and pined me down. He took off my bowtie and was trying to take off my shirt. "Get the hell off of me!" I yell, tossing and turning.
"Let me see them!" He growls. He got my shirt off and he gasped. "Pip, these are realy deep! You could have realy caused damage." He says. He ran a finger acrossed one of the bigger ones on my chest and I wince. I'm always realy sensitive after I cut. "Your gonna have scars, dude!" He says. He had tears forming in his eyes. Man I feel like a dick.
"I'm sorry." I say. I truly am! Damien let a tear fall onto my stomach. It still amazes me that I can make someone as evil as the son of Satan to cry. Damien bent down and kissed one of the cuts. My eyes widen.
"What?" He asked.
I shake my head. "Nothing." I say quickly. He actually kissed me on my body. Oh happy day! NO! BAD! DAMNIT! I'm falling for Damien, and there is nothing I can freaking do.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!
Authors Note: Hey! What's up everybody? I'm back with a new S.P. story. Why Pip and Damien you say. Because I wanted to. LOL. No, they're just becoming my new favorite parings. I always do Stan and Kyle so I figured, "Let's change it around. We have plenty of them stories on the site." And I've always liked Pip. With my FAKE story out of the way, I'm gonna devote all my time to this story and "How to figure things out...WITH MUSIC!" Well I hope you like this story so review if I should continue it or not! Thanks and later!