Pip sat alone at the small wooden desk in his bedroom, working on his Chemistry homework. The room looked bare, but to Pip he had everything he needed, maybe even more. Apart from his desk and chair, he had a wardrobe, a bedside table and of course his bed. The walls were pale blue and the floor was wooden. There were very little accessories, apart from the blue ceramic table lamp next to his bed, which gave off a dim light, two rows of wooden book shelves and a clear glass vase filled with blue carnations, hidden behind closed curtains.

It was eerily quiet and Pip was home alone and had been for a while now. However, he was very much used to it and kept himself busy doing whatever there was to be done. He had finished his chores for the day, washed out his wound and finished most of his homework. He now planned to finish the rest of it and read for the rest of the night, but he was feeling strangely distracted.

He set his pencil down and sighed, he just couldn't concentrate on the molecular structure of Sodium Carbonate. All that was on his mind lately was Damien. Pip was actually glad that someone had thrown a rock at him only yesterday. Despite the pain, the embarrassment and the gaping wound, he wouldn't hesitate to thank whoever did it, no matter what their intention was. All that mattered was that Damien had shown some concern for him, it was almost as though he was worried about him.

Pip stood up from his small creaking seat and made his way over to the bed. Deciding that there was no way he'd be able to clear his head and finish his homework, he threw himself down on the neatly made bed and lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

The smile on his face grew as he thought about how Damien stroked his cheek and took his hand. It gave him a tingly feeling in the pit of his stomach and he turned on his side, grabbing a naked pillow and squeezing it tight against him. He giggled at the fuzzy feeling he was experiencing like a giddy school girl in love.

Pip snuggled his blissful face into the warmth of the pillow as if it were the warmth of Damien's chest. He closed his eyes with a relaxing sigh, not letting the thought of the sexy demon leave his mind. Hugging the pillow closer against his body, he imagined that it was Damien; although he'd much rather have Damien be the one holding him.

He buried his head further into the fluffy pillow. He couldn't care less about his homework at the minute, he was happy. He wasn't going to let anything spoil the moment.

In a trance of content, he muttered softly to himself.

"Damien…"

Damien woke up violently from his evening nap to the rhythmic thumping coming from down the hall. He turned on his side and pulled his pillow over his ears, holding down firmly to block out any unpleasant noises. Unfortunately, it did no good and he sat up, throwing the pillow across the room. It hit the mirror of his dresser and bumped into various objects scattered messily across it, knocking them down onto the ground. Along with them came a glass of Pepsi, which spilled over the dark red carpeting.

"Fuck sake," Damien growled through gritted teeth.

With a groan, he leaned back against the headboard of his bed, tilting his head back. The back of his neck felt sticky with cold sweat and he rubbed at it with a sigh. He tried to think about what he had dreamt about, but all he could remember was that it was terrifying. Normally, he didn't scare easily and it wouldn't have bothered him, but this was a different type of scary. In a way, he was glad he couldn't remember or else it would hex him for quite some time, but it would also wreck his mind trying to think of what had given him such a repugnant sleep.

Loud moans from his father's sensation came ringing through the walls and caused Damien to cringe.

'Fucking pussy.'

He pulled himself up from his bed and walked casually out of the darkness of his room. He made his way downstairs, ignoring the erotic sounds that only got slightly quieter. He walked into the living room, noticing his father's silk black shirt lying limply over the sofa, along with God knows who else's t-shirt. It's not that Satan was a whore, it was just that Damien didn't want to know who he'd been seeing for the past three months.

He made his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge decorated with coloured letters and a picture of a flaming bunny he painted when he was six and pulled out a half empty carton of milk, knocking it back like fine wine. He shuddered as some of it slid over his teeth and gave him a painful surge of gum freeze. Careful not to drop the carton and spill some more drinks, he placed it back in the fridge and headed back out into the living room.

He looked around him, contemplating sitting on the couch and seeing what was on TV, but decided that his father could come downstairs at anytime, half naked and with his lover. Instead, Damien went back up into his room and shut the door behind him. He made his way over to his overflowing CD rack and picked out his favourite Skillet CD, popping it into his black and silver CD player. He left it to play on Track 1 and spun the volume dial up as far as it could go.

He lay back on his bed with his arms tucked behind his head. Whispers In The Dark played so loudly that he couldn't even hear himself sigh as he closed his eyes. He didn't even realise that no matter how loud it blasted all over the house, it did nothing to disturb his father's bedroom play. He just let the lyrics echo through his head while he relaxed and avoided having to get up and do any homework.

The song had somehow made him think about Pip. It wasn't long into the song before he found it hard to get the image of the sweet young Brit out of his mind. He didn't try though; Pip was the only amiable thing he had to think about most of the time.

Damien's lips curled into a small smile and he didn't let the thought slip away.

It had been a long week and now that it had finally came to Friday the school was buzzing with impatience and hyperactive teenagers. There had been many rumours about what had happened to Clyde created within just a day since the incident, all pointing back to Damien, but not many people knew it had something to do with Pip; not even Pip himself.

He believed that Damien had done it to Clyde nonetheless; no other living thing could have. He just didn't understand why. He knew Damien would never hurt someone unless he felt that they deserved it, but Pip couldn't imagine what on earth Clyde could possibly have done to make Damien so mad. It just didn't seem possible. Nevertheless, he had never asked and left it at that.

Although it seemed now that this had given Eric Cartman a new agenda and despite his rival of a friend, Kyle Broflovski, demanding to know why the fat bastard walked around with such a cocky, plotting grin on his chubby face, he kept it to himself.

On the contrary, Eric had lost a significant amount of weight in the past seven years; Hitler always did want his master race to be fit, after all. But Eric would always be "that fat Nazi kid you don't wanna mess with." He used to be "the kid you don't wanna mess with," but since Damien had come back into the picture, that had all changed.

He sat beside Butters Scotch, or rather Butters sat beside him, in their History class. After a long lecture, they were told to get into small groups and "discuss their thoughts and feelings on the Holocaust." Everyone looked at Eric's gleaming eyes and backed away towards their friends. Butters, on the other hand, shimmied closer. Eric smiled at him and began talking about how Hitler was doing the world a favour. History was always the perfect class for him to express himself.

"They say it was awful, but they did nothing to stop it. They knew and they pretended they didn't. Obviously, they wanted them all to be killed (I mean who wouldn't) but didn't want to look like assholes; let the Nazis take care of everyone else's problem and take all the shit that came with it."

"W-well it wasn't very nice, was it?"

Eric laughed, "Never mind. But you know, Hitler really had something going on there with the whole Aryan race thing and all. You're kind of Aryan, y'know?"

"W-well I may have blonde hair and blue eyes, Eric, but I'm nothing perfect or anything like that," Butters fumbled his knuckles together.

Eric chuckled to himself and thought, 'Don't be stupid, Butters.'

Pip crammed a huge text book into his tiny locker, slamming it shut so it wouldn't fly back out at him. He turned, jumping to find Eric standing right in front of him. Pip backed up slightly before his back hit against his locker; he didn't like the menacing look in Eric's eyes.

"H-he-hello Eric. Nice day today, isn't it?"

Eric said nothing as he stepped closer towards Pip, who again tried to back away, but to no avail.

"U-uh… I really should be getting to class now," Pip looked around to see that they were alone.

He stepped to the side to try to get around the threatening wall before him, but it only mimicked his every move.

"Um…"

"Shut up," Eric grabbed Pip by the arm, causing him to drop his bag and let out a squeal. He pulled and pulled, trying to break free, but Eric just laughed and held on tighter. His fingers dug into Pip's arm and it was starting to really hurt. Pip cried out in mercy.

"Help!"

Immediately Eric let go of his arm, just as Pip put all of his strength into a forceful yank. He flew backwards, landing on the ground with a thump. He pulled himself back up in a scurry despite the sudden shock and grabbed his bag, glancing at Eric's ominous glare once more before speeding off down the hall.

Eric wasn't far behind as he ran after him.

"Get back here, you fucking fag!"

Pip sped up, his bag flailing about in all directions, hitting against his leg. It slowed him down, but Eric still hadn't caught up with him so he didn't give up, enduring the pain in his leg. He finally came to a staircase and sprinted up in a state of panic, still hearing the heavy, fast footsteps behind him.

Eric stopped at the bottom of the steps, watching Pip turn and start up the next set of stairs. He laughed to himself cruelly and walked off to his Maths class.

Pip burst into his Maths class, panting for breath. Everybody looked up at the sudden disruption, including their teacher.

"Philip, you're late."

"Y-yes I am. S-sorry sir, I… I felt a bit sick."

"Well don't let it happen again, now sit down."

Pip sat down trembling. Damien stared at him until Pip returned the look.

"And where were you?" Damien sounded annoyed.

Pip struggled to find the right wrong words, "I uh… well I was just in the um the toilets." It was so hard to lie to Damien.

"Don't lie to me Pip," his expression softened, "I was worried about you."

"N-no need to worry about me," Pip replied nervously, turning away to face the whiteboard.

Damien looked down at his simultaneous equations, 'If only it were that simple.'

Pip was hesitant to leave the room, but Damien practically forced him out. Eric Cartman was standing against the wall by the door and flashed Pip a grin. He backed into Damien who caught him by his shoulders.

"Hey, what's gotten into you?"

"N-nothing," Pip answered, trying desperately not to look at Eric.

Damien placed his arm around Pip's neck over his shoulder defensively, "Come on then," he said with a smile.

Pip kept looking over his shoulder at Eric, satisfied when they were significantly distant from him that he wasn't following them. Perhaps he was just in there for his next period.

Damien led Pip down the hall to their next class, ignoring all the people who stared. Kyle and Stan, who were among the crowd, giggled to themselves. They were a big part of the only few who thought it was cute. They were probably the only ones who realised there was even more between them than a simple friendship.

Kyle nudged Stan as Pip and Damien were getting closer, "Go on then."

Stan and Kyle approached them together.

"Hey guys," Stan smiled.

"Hello Stan, hello Kyle."

Damien said nothing.

"So did you hear? I'm having a party at my place next week. My parents and sister are out of town."

"Yes I do believe I heard something about that."

"It should be fun. Do you guys wanna come?"

"You can bring a friend, though I know you two will go with each other, right?" Kyle added with a friendly smile.

Pip looked at Damien, "That would be nice. It's very kind of you to invite us."

"Can you come then?"

"Well I'm not too sure at the moment. I'll have to ask first, but if I'm allowed you'll see me there."

Damien pulled Pip closer to him possessively, his arm still placed over his shoulder, "I'm going if Pip is going."

"Great!"

Kyle held back a giggle, "I hope you guys can make it then. Let us know, ok?"

They walked off waving and Damien turned to Pip.

"So do you think they're…?"