"Pip? Hey Pip."
"Yes, Damien?"
" I made you into a firework."
"I know Damien I was there."
"But I didn't just do it for popularity. It was actually for something else…ooh moving pictures."
Pip sighed as his currently drunk best friend stumbled over and dropped down in front of the TV. A bottle of Midori and Vodka sat on the couch ,empty and countless others littered the floor like candy wrappers. The product of them all was wandering around Pip's living room babbling about evil plots, hell, angels and his father latest…rubber duck? All in all he was glad that for now Damien was a happy drunk. He didn't think he could deal with a pissed off and drunk anti-Christ who was so much stronger than he was on a normal day.
"Damien come and sit on the couch so you don't catch a cold something. I'm going to put these bottles in the recycle." Pip smiled. Damien blinked slowly then grinned and came to sit beside the brit on the couch. When he didn't stop grinning for a few minutes Pip grew nervous. He had no knowledge or past experience of what kind of a drunk Damien was like. The blonde had no clue. So naturally when the grin dropped and a predatory smirk came in it's place he hurriedly stood and made for the safety of the kitchen.
"Piiiip?" The smooth baritone sounded behind him. Before he knew what was happening a pair of arms were snaked around his waist , trapping the blonde against someone's chest. Considering he could feel a dark chuckle rumbling in the chest that person was Damien. This cannot be good he thought.
"Damien ! Put me down, now!" He yelped when he was lifted up into the air. The only response he could hear was the dark chuckle again. Blushing he pinched the bridge of his nose as Pip allowed himself to be carried to the front door.
"You can put me down now."
"No."
This was the response he'd gotten for the past half hour. Pip was almost asleep. Despite his protests Damien had carried him through South park and into one of the trails that led to one of the mountains. The looming darkness did nothing to ease his nerves. On the other hand his best friend was warm and Pip was just glad Damien didn't drop him in his drunken stupor.
"Can you tell me where we're going at least?"
The anti-Christ just laughed then shook his head and answered childishly
"No no no no."
This was going to be a long night.
"We're here." Damien cried. Finally he put Pip down and the brit could breathe. He hid his face in his hands as he placed himself on a rock ,looking out to the small town. From here he could see every home including his own. He jumped slightly when he felt warm breath on the back of his neck and arms once again around his waits pulling him to Damien's chest once more. He was seated on the noirette's lap ,against his chest and despite the slight awkwardness it was quite comfortable. The view was amazing! The setting sun gave off an atmospheric glow and the whole town seemed to shine for a moment before the darkness engulfed it.
"It's really dark up here." Pip mused aloud. Behind him Damien nodded in agreement. In one swift movement the anti-Christ had turned Pip around so he was lying on his back on the rock and Damien was straddling his waist.
"This isn't funny, Dami!" Pip protested as he tried to push the older boy away. Seriously Damien regarded his best friend. The sober part of his mind (as small as it was at this moment) told him to stop before Pip figured him out but the rest of his mind was set on telling the blonde.
"Pip. I have to tell you something."
A/N: Evil cliff hangers! So should I continue? Review or PM me and let me know.