This is my first DIP (Damien x Pip) fanfic^^ please be nice D:
I Do NOT OWN SOUTH PARK
It was a clear Saturday night, a night where a weekly party was being thrown at the Black residence. Anybody who mattered was attending, and whoever wasn't was dubbed as a loser. The "loser" category included Phillip, also known as "Pip," Pirrup. Of course, Pip had better things to do on his Saturday night than kill his liver with alcohol, or waste his brain cells with heavy drugs. There was no time for partying when Pip had homework to finish, and a house to tidy up! Living alone came with responsibilities, and Pip always made sure to set his priorities straight.
Enjoying the peace and quiet of his empty household, Pip pulled out his math materials, and got to work. The sounds of his pencil scratching against the paper continued until someone rang his mobile.
"Oh!" Pip squeaked, his body jerking upwards at the noise. He picked up his mobile, not even bothering to look at the caller ID. Only one person bothered to call him and that was his "best friend" Craig Tucker. Craig and Pip's friendship was a one-sided one. Craig was the leader, and Pip was his follower. Craig kept Pip safe from Cartman and his wrath, and Cartman's friends, in return that Pip does all of Craig's homework, and does whatever Craig tells him to. The friendship was a very sad one, considering that Craig never cared about Pip that much, but Pip was grateful for the company, and how Craig put an end to the bullying.
"Hello?" Pip cleared his throat before answering. He absentmindedly played with a lock of his golden tresses, his clear blue eyes darting around his room, calculating the housework that needed to be done.
"Get ready Frenchie, you're going to a party." Craig's gruff, emotionless voice said on the other end. Pip grimaced at that word. He hated being called French. He's British for God's sake!
"I'm afraid I can't Craig, I have quite a lot of work to do." Pip began. So far he had to finish his homework, tidy up his closet, vacuum, do the dishes, and laundry. Pip silently scolded himself for neglecting his housework, and school work, to watch the Harry Potter marathon that happened the previous night. No matter how attractive he thought Tom Felton looked playing as Draco Malfoy, it was no excuse to procrastinate.
"Too damn bad. You're going to the party Frenchie." Craig spat, bringing Pip out of his day dream. "I'm coming over in ten, you better not keep me waiting. And for God's sake, wear something other than those retarded clothes you wear everyday. It makes you look like a fag." With this, Craig hung up.
Pip lowered his head, his feelings hurt a little about Craig's remark on his clothes. He made an effort to make himself look nice, unlike Craig who could care less about what he wore. Sighing, Pip made his way to his dresser, searching for different clothes. He settled on a pair of dark, low rise, mens skinny jeans, a t-shirt with the British flag design, and converse low tops. He changed quickly, giving his hair a quick brush, and placing his signature newsboy cap on his head.
"All ready to go." Pip admired his appearance. He had shoulder length, golden hair that he had pride in. He washed it, brushed it, and took great care of it. Some girls were even jealous of his hair! He had a flawless complexion, peach skin that was no longer littered with bruises or scars. Wide, ocean blue eyes that shown happiness. The sound of a horn honked outside, signaling that Craig was there. Pip hurriedly grabbed a jacket and his keys, dashing out the door, only pausing to lock it. He jumped in the front seat of Craig's car. Craig eyed Pip as if he were a piece of meat.
"Finally, something less gay." Craig nodded his approval. He put the car in gear, driving to the direction of the Black's house.
"Craig," Pip began, trembling. They were outside the massive house, hearing the loud music mixed with cheers through the door. "I don't know if I should be here." Pip looked to Craig's car, hoping Craig would change his mind and take him home.
Craig snorted. "Shut the fuck up." He knocked on the door. A couple of seconds passed, and a very drunk Kenny answered the door.
"Heeeeey Craig." Kenny slurred. His eyes were glazed, and he could barely support himself. "You brought that French cutie too?" he eyed Pip, his tongue circling around his lips.
"Fuck off Kenny." Craig pushed past Kenny, and dragged Pip alone with him. The noises were three times as loud, and the party was just as crazy as Pip had thought.
Drugs. The smell of drugs and alcohol reached Pip's nose, making him more uncomfortable than ever. His eyes scanned the room, looking at the chaos. Used condoms were everywhere, girls were on the floor, half naked and exposed. Bottles of hard liquor were thrown carelessly on the floor, and drugs where everywhere. Drugs were on the furniture, on the floor, and in people's mouths. The house was absolute chaos, but nobody seemed to mind.
"You do whatever you want, and stay the fuck out of my way." Craig shoved Pip out of the way, making a beeline for the kitchen. Loud cheers could be heard, and chants of "CHUG CHUG CHUG" followed. Pip gulped, looking for an empty space to sit quietly. He found an empty couch, and sat down, observing the chaos.
After a while, Pip's hunger got the best of him. He pondered if the kitchen had good food, and began to cross the room, doing his best not to step on a used condom or somebody.
"Pardon me, oh dear I'm terribly sorry! Excuse me." Pip stepped across people who thought the floor would make a better bed. He could see the kitchen now, he was so close!
Pip was almost to his destination, when two rough arms grabbed him from behind.
"Hey there." A voice thick with alcohol purred in his ear. "Were going to have fun tonight."
NO D: watch out Pip!
what will happen next? read and review!