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Well...actually, this chapter is even worse than the last one in the angst department. I'm sorry if you guys hate it. But I love it. .
And don't worry, if you despise all this angst that's going on, there won't be too many more huge angst-fests for the rest of the story (I think...).
OH. This is a long chapter. Haha. Like, twice as long as my chapters usually are...I like long chapters, but if you don't, then I am sorry.
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Chapter 8 - Home Sweet Box
"Pip! This is 112th time you've been here this year! Something is not right."
Pip shifted kind of uncomfortably on the hard blue chair Mr. Withers had him sitting on. He always had to sit here, and his butt was surely going to fall off one of these days. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to get sent here..."
Mr. Withers sighed irritatedly. "Pip! Sorry does NOT cut it! You need to shape up your act, you delinquent!"
Pip tried to figure out how exactly he'd been a delinquent, but he couldn't figure it out. All he'd done was drop his book on the ground...and then Mr. Sanders sent him to the office... "Mr. Withers, I wasn't being a delinquent..."
The beefy vice principal slammed a book on his desk in fury. "You do not talk back to me, you stupid French faggot!"
Pip's eyes drifted to the wall. He was used to Mr. Withers insulting him like this. It was one of his bad days. Mr. Withers got into really bad moods sometimes, and he liked to take it out on Pip. Pip saw no reason to fight back, seeing as he'd just get detention, or worse, suspension.
Besides, Pip didn't even know if he could deny being a faggot these days...what with Damien touching him with those soft, pillowy fingers...and how nice Damien had been to him...
"Are you even listening to me?!?"
Pip jerked. He hadn't been listening, he'd been spacing off about Damien. "Sorry!"
Mr. Withers then did something he'd never done to Pip before. He hit him. And not just a light warning tap. No, this smack was hard enough to actually knock Pip completely off of his chair. Pip hit the carpeted ground and "oomphed", already feeling his cheek burning. Pip didn't mind too much though, seeing as he'd felt much worse in his life. And he wasn't even surprised when he looked up and Mr. Withers wasn't even the slightest bit sympathetic. Pip was more surprised that this was the very first time this had ever happened to him...
"You are a nuisance! All you do is cause me trouble! In fact, I'd have you expelled if expulsions didn't make the school look so bad!"
Pip picked himself up off of the ground, his cheek throbbing where he'd been socked. "I'm sorry Mr. Withers..."
Mr. Withers looked so annoyed Pip was sure he wasn't feeling the smallest bit of guilt over what he'd just done. "Get out of my office. I don't want you here anymore. In fact, you'll wish you'd never been born if you ever are here again."
Pip didn't bother to say he already wished he'd never been born. "I'm sorry," he muttered, walking out of the office. His cheek was smarting and his ego had diminished yet a little bit more. He sighed and made his way to the front of the school, out into the sunlight.
"PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Pip, who was so used to getting yelled at by bullies, jerked in fear, and then realized it was Damien yelling for him. Over by the flagpole he saw Damien motioning for him to come over to him. Pip sighed and commenced trudging sullenly over to where Damien was standing. "Hello," he greeted his only friend.
"Guess what tomorrow is Pip?"
Pip gasped. He'd been so caught up with Damien, Mr. Withers, his box, the cold, and just life in general that he had forgotten! Tomorrow was his birthday!!! "How on Earth did I forget?"
"Forget what?"
Pip shook his head. "Oh, nothing!" Damien needed to tell him what tomorrow was before Pip jumped into the conversation and started to talk about himself like all he cared about was himself. "What is tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is...well, the worst day ever. It's Sarah's birthday..." Damien gagged. "Ugh...she's like 2000 years old and she still finds it necessary to have a party with all the other "teenagers" from heaven."
Pip laughed at the irony. Two birthdays in one! Well, he knew Damien would try to do something for him...and tomorrow was Sarah's day, not his. So, Pip elected to keep his mouth shut. "That sucks. I'm guessing...you have to go to her party then?"
"Well, it's not that I have to go...it's that she's having it at our house, because she and Jesus and Mary are moving in soon, and most of their stuff is there already." Damien appeared very irritated and was certainly acting like he wanted to be far away from his house the next night.
"Oh..." Pip knew it would be rude to invite himself to Sarah's party...and Sarah wouldn't want him there anyway...but he wanted to go, just so that he could be with Damien...
"Can I hang out at your house?"
Pip wasn't expecting this question at all! Why would Damien ever want to come over to his house? Well, Damien couldn't come over so Pip had to think of something... "Erm...not really...uhm...it's a mess!"
"I don't care."
"My...erm...foster parents care," Pip muttered. He wished he didn't have to lie...but Damien would be so angry with him...
"You haven't even asked yet! You could clean it tonight!" Damien was irked, it was obvious.
Pip shook his head violently. "No! I mean, they don't really like anyone coming over! So...it...it wouldn't work! No!"
Damien sighed exasperatedly. "Well, do you want to come hang out with me at the party then? Or is it that you just don't want to hang out at all?"
"No! I do want to hang out! I'll come over during her party!" Pip said, almost too enthusiastically. This was, of course, what he'd wanted.
"Okay! Tomorrow, after school, you're coming over." Damien grinned cheesily and gave Pip a corny two thumbs up. Pip shakily stuck his thumb up back at Damien.
They parted, Pip in an unusually good mood.
Pip woke up in the middle of the night that night, for he had rolled over onto his cheek and it had started to sting badly. Pip, of course, didn't have anything he could put on his poor cheek though...he lightly rubbed it, but that didn't work. It only served to make it sting worse.
"Stupid...urgh..." Pip stared at the wall sullenly. What a messed up life he had. "Why is it so bloody cold?!?" he yelled at the offending wall. No amount of arm rubbing would warm Pip up though. And of course, Pip knew that there were storms predicted in the next week. Wind storms. Storms that blew over trees, knocked down power lines, and picked up snow, blowing it everywhere and anywhere. Pip sighed, and pulled his ratty blanket as tight as he could around himself. It didn't do anything for the piercing coldness that actually hurt when it touched you.
It was a miserable night for Pip.
"Damien, honey, how are you tonight?" Pip stared off to the side as the sickening honey voice of Sarah made it's way into his ears. Damien, no matter how much he said that he despised this Sarah girl, didn't seem to mind her putting her hands all over him and rubbing his head like he was a cat.
"Well, it's your birthday, shouldn't I be asking you?" Damien asked, with one of his smirks. Pip crossed his arms and huffed under his breath. I'm not jealous, Pip told himself. But he knew somewhere deep down that he was. He was jealous of the fact that Damien was paying attention to someone else instead of him. God, I'm so selfish, Pip thought miserably. If Damien wants to be with other people, I don't have any say...and I can't be selfish, that's just horrible! I'm a horrible person!
"Pip, what happened to your face?" Sarah asked snootily. "Did someone beat you up? I wouldn't be surprised...haha!"
"I just...fell..." Pip muttered. Sarah obviously hated him, and was mocking him. So of course Pip couldn't tell them that Mr. Withers was the cause of his purple bruise! Oh what a laughingstock he'd be then... "I got hit by a teacher..." "Pip you're such a faggot!" Pip shook his head at the scene he'd made up in his head.
"Okay, okay, everybody!" said a red-haired girl who had been introduced as Pixie. "We - me and Diana - have decided that we're going to play Spin the Bottle!"
Damien started laughing. "How cliche," he said with another chuckle. All of the girls around started to gather in a circle, and Sarah rushed off to join in. Damien turned to Pip, a mocking smile on his face. He didn't look like he much wanted to play.
"Hey, wanna play?"
Pip shook his head. "No one would even want to kiss me! I'd ruin the game!!"
Damien responded by dragging Pip over to the circle and forcing him to sit down next to him. Pixie then spoke up, saying, "Okay, since it's Sarah's birthday, she gets to spin the bottle first!"
Sarah giggled, a highly unattractive sound to Pip. She spun the bottle and it landed on a girl named...Flora? Or was it Fiona? Frieda? Sarah crawled over the middle of the circle and gave F-girl a peck on the cheek, and they both giggled like teenage girls at the contact.
"Uhm...isn't Sarah like 2000 years old?" Pip asked Damien.
"Yeah..."
"Then why does she act like she's 15? It confuses me..."
Damien laughed. "I think she may have died when she was 15, and now that she's basically "undead" she can't grow any older, I guess. She's as bitchy as a teenage girl, that's for sure."
The game progressed, and somehow, neither Pip or Damien got landed on. Until, of course, Sarah had the bottle again. She spun it, extra hard this time. It landed...not on Damien...but on Pip.
Sarah's eyes got wide, and her mouth curled into a grimace. "Erm...I think I'm going to respin that one," she said, sounding like a complete bitch.
"Hey, hey, you can't do that," Damien protested. Pip just shook his head and pulled on Damien's arm.
"It doesn't matter..."
"It does too! When I have to spin, and I land on Sarah, I'm going to fucking have to kiss her, but when she lands on you she doesn't have to kiss you?? Not fucking fair!"
Sarah relented, but she was obviously not happy about her 'situation'. Pip wondered what it was that made him so disgusting that Sarah didn't want to have anything to do with him... Maybe I have a zit...or maybe I'm just disgusting...probably the latter...
Pip blanched when Sarah's lips made contact with his cheek. It felt like he was being kissed by an undead zombie or something, she was so cold! It lasted all of .3 seconds, and then she pulled away and was spitting and coughing, crying about how that was the most disgusting thing she'd ever had to do.
The spin was now up to Pip. Pip looked around the circle once, and saw that every single one of the girls was hoping she didn't get picked. Pip's spirits fell, and he spun the bottle weakly. Please...God, if you're really there...make it land on Damien, please! He's the only one who won't scream about my disgusting-ness!!
The bottle landed on Pixie.
"EW! No way! This is not fair!" Pixie screeched. "I demand that he re-spin!"
"But then he'll land on someone else!" Diana said. "Just deal with his disgusting-ness, Pixie!"
Pixie didn't 'deal with it' though. She elected to go play a different game, something that had to do with telling the truth or doing some sort of dare...all the girls were psyched, and immediately they all started asking each other personal questions like "Who is the hottest boy you've ever met?" or "How far have you gone with your boyfriend?". Then, they'd dare each other to stand on their heads, or kiss the wall, or something stupid like that. Sarah made sure to constantly include Damien in their antics. Pip hadn't been asked anything the whole game, until a girl named Hannah decided he needed to be included.
"Pip, do you have the hots for Damien?" she asked. Pip sputtered, and decided that all these girls were bitches.
"N-no! Of course not!" Pip defended. Who knows what the girls would do - what DAMIEN would do - if he said he did have feelings for the very emo-like son of Satan. Not that he did! No, Pip did not have a crush on Damien...no...
"Oh bullshit!" Sarah intervened. "I've seen the way you look at him! You WANTED the bottle to land on him!"
Every single one of the girls was laughing...at him. Pip looked down at the ground, ashamed that these idiotic girls might ruin his friendship with Damien.
"Hey, are you all homophobes or something?" Damien asked. Sarah looked at him and laughed.
"Hey, you know, gay sex is a SIN. My grandpa said so in the Bible! So ha!" she said, while pointing her finger at Damien triumphantly.
Damien scoffed. "Yeah, well you're a bitch. I'm pretty sure there's something in the Bible about treating people the way you'd want to be treated also..." Damien wrapped his arm around Pip's skinny shoulders. "Pip may be gay, but he's cooler than you." Damien didn't seem to have caught up on the fact that they were all saying that Pip liked him...Damien seemed to only think they were calling him gay...Pip thanked God for his wonderful blessing.
The girls just glared, and moved to a different room.
The night didn't get any easier for Pip though. During cake, Pixie made sure to smash Pip's head into his. They put on a horrible song about gays, and loudly made fun of Damien's quite obviously gay friend. Sarah made a big deal about how Pip didn't get her a present, and called him a horrible person. Damien didn't stick up for him the rest of the party either, he just laughed at the girl's antics like it was all a big joke.
Finally, when everyone was entranced by Pirates of the Carribbean: Dead Men's Chest, Pip left.
Pip's eyes watered a bit on his walk home. "What a horrible birthday..." he muttered to himself. Damien didn't know it was his birthday, so he had an excuse for not wishing him a happy one, but there were others who knew. No one cared, no one cared that he had just been completely humilated at someone else's party. No one had wished him a happy birthday. He was, quite literally, alone.
Well, it was good that it wasn't snowing, Pip thought, trying to brighten his mood up slightly. At least it won't be the WORST sleep tonight...
Pip lived in the heart of South Park. South Park, of course, is very small, and the heart is not overly large. But, Pip did live in one of the busiest places in South Park. He lived, quite literally, in between the Post Office and a store that put coffee cups and hats on display.
Pip lived in a box.
Pip entered his alleyway, one of the most secluded and dark alleyways in all of downtown South Park. It was somewhat hard to spot, and no one would want to enter it anyways. It was dark and scary looking. At the back of the alley, before South Park's city limits, was Pip's humble abode.
Pip's box house was actually more like a cardboard mansion. Pip had lived there for quite some time, and had actually managed to make a somewhat cardboard roof, though it didn't work well in the snow. There were cardboard shelves, where Pip kept any small knick-knacks that he didn't want to give up. There was a refrigerator box set up that was obviously where Pip spent his nights since his ratty blanket was inside of it. Pip even had a dumpster for one of his "house's" walls! He had a flashlight that he used incase it was really dark, which he kept in his refrigerator box. Pip also kept his money in his refrigerator box; any spare change he found he hoarded for lunch. He had a closed cardboard box underneath his cardboard shelves that he kept all of his clothes in; once a week or so he'd take them to the Laundromat and wash them for a quarter.
Pip settled down onto a cardboard box that he had made into a chair. He was tired, he was miserable, and he wanted to just sit for a moment. His refrigerator box wasn't tall enough for him to be able to sit in there, or else he would have done that. He leaned back against the wall of the store, which made up another one of his box-house's walls. Stupid Sarah...oh, why am I thinking that? She's perfectly nice, it's just me that is stupid...I have to stop being so selfish, Damien deserves someone like -
"PIP?"
Pip shot up from his cardboard chair onto his feet, and looked towards the alleyway opening where the easily recognized voice had come from. There was Damien, Pip's only friend, and the person that Pip would have least liked to be there at that moment.
"D-Damien! Uhm...uhm...look at this awesome hobo house I found!" Pip said shakily, smiling hesitantly. "It's pretty cool, isn't it?"
Damien closed the distance between with less than 7 large strides, though it usually took Pip around 10 to get to his house. "Pip, what the hell is going on?"
"N-nothing! I just found this uhm...hobo house thing, and uhm, I was just looking at it, and uhm...yeah..." Pip wrung his hands anxiously. This can't be happening...how did he find me?!? Oh God...you don't cut me any slack do you? Oh, I must've fucked something up really bad to be punished this much...I'm sorry God!!!
Damien didn't buy Pip's explanation for even a second. "Pip, do you live here???!??!?"
"Well...the thing is that..." Pip shrugged with one arm, and tried to figure out a way to effectively explain his situation. He ended up just apologizing copiously, hoping that Damien wouldn't be too mad... "I'm so sorry!! Please, please, understand, I've only been here for about 5 years"-
"FIVE YEARS?" Damien bellowed. Pip flinched, shrinking into himself.
"Uhm...yes?" Pip dared a quick glance at Damien's face, and found that Damien looked absolutely furious. Pip inhaled sharply and fixed his gaze upon his somewhat worn out shoes. Oh God...please, don't let this be happening!! I swear, I'm so sorry for whatever I did! You can't take Damien away too... Pip gasped in understanding. He realized why God was so mad at him! I know why you're doing this to me...I'm being selfish...I'm only thinking about what I want...I want Damien to still be my friend, but I'm being selfish, because I don't even deserve a friend, not with how pathetic I am...I live in a box...you're right God...you're always right! Pip felt the tears in his eyes. This was it. The true end of the only good thing that had ever happened to him...
"You...you...you're homeless! You live in a box!" Damien's hands combed through his hair distressedly. "How...how the fuck..."
"Its actually like seven boxes... and I'm clean!" Pip protested, waving his hands at Damien. "I-I wash my clothes at the Laundromat! And-and I take showers in the school locker room! I swear!" Pip bit his lip and lowered his hands. "I'm so sorry...I...I..." Pip shook his head and stared at the cement ground. He had fucked it up. He had let Damien find out where he lived. Damien couldn't even possibly want to talk to him anymore...why had he been so stupid?? Why had he let Damien find him?!?
"I followed you because that party was fucking queer, and Sarah was being a bitch, and then I was worried about the bruise on your face...I thought, abuse? But...but this...oh my God!"
Pip gulped. He couldn't even think of anything else to say. What could he possibly say to make this right?
"Pip, what, what...why are you living on the street??"
"Because my foster parents hated me..." Pip answered softly. "I was a complete nuisance, and I was just making everything wrong...and they finally just said to 'Get out, before we kill ya!'...and...I've been living here since...I'm sorry..." A tear slipped out from his eye, and his shoulders sagged in defeat.
Pip looked up at his only friend (were they friends still?), and surveyed his flustered expression. What was Damien thinking? He surely detested Pip now, was completely disgusted, and ashamed that he'd ever wanted to ever talk to Pip in the first place. Pip sighed dejectedly. "Just...just go...I'm miserable enough without your disgust making it worse..."
"What??" Damien didn't miss a beat. "What the hell are you even talking about??"
"I know I'm pathetic..." Pip whispered. "Please...if I ever asked you for anything...just go..." Pip couldn't look at him, he couldn't bear this. He'd kill himself, except that would make God hate him even more...he had nothing to live for but the hope that he'd be good enough for someone someday...
"Pip, I don't want to go! Fuck, I'm not disgusted! Dude, I'm fucking freaked out, but...oh my God!"
Pip shook his head. "No, please! I'm begging you! I can't take any more insults, any more contempt!" Pip crumbled, collapsing in on himself onto the cement ground. He was on his knees, his arms wrapped around himself. He had nothing to live for, he had no friends, no family, and he wasn't even smart! He couldn't even help cure cancer or some shit like that, because all of his teachers gave him F's. He was completely, utterly worthless.
What happened after that Pip was not expecting at all. He felt two strong, warm hands grab him under the forearms and lift him to his feet. Damien was right there, so close... He's gonna hit me!
But Damien didn't hit him. Damien brushed off some imaginary dust from Pip's shoulders, straightened Pip's hat, and smoothed his decently long blonde hair which had been tangled. Then they stood, barely six inches apart, and Damien started to attempt shutting Pip up, who was still crying. "Pip, I think you need to calm down. You are going kind of crazy...just calm down, and stop crying!"
Pip hiccuped, and sniffled, but he did let up on his crying a little bit. "Damien, whatever are you doing?"
"I am asking you to calm down!" Damien snapped. Pip immediately shut up, not saying a word, not barely breathing even. "Okay, so...you're homeless," Damien started.
Pip nodded shamefully. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I" -
"Did I say to talk? Nope, didn't think so. Okay, so you're homeless. Now, so what are we gonna do about that?"
Pip stared straight forward, at Damien's black shirt, not having the courage to look him in the eye just yet. "Uhm, what would we do about it? I don't have any money..."
Damien cocked his head in thought for a moment. Then, you could see the answer come to him by the grin the lit up his entire face. "I have the best idea! You're gonna move in with me!"
Pip immediately shook his head in the negative. "No! I could never be such a burden! You already have Sarah and her family moving in, I could never barge in on your life!"
Damien rolled his eyes. "Pip, if there's anything I need right now, it's an escape from Sarah. Ugh. You can't seriously want to stay here in the cold!"
Pip just shrugged noncommittally. "I'd rather stay here in the cold than be a burden for you...I mean, as long as that doesn't make you mad!!"
Damien patted Pip on the top of the head like he was a small child. "Again, you are the nicest person I've ever met. C'mon, we need to get back home."
Before Pip had any time to react, Damien has stuffed all of the stuff Pip had in sight (which was all he had) into one of Pip's cardboard boxes, and after shoving the box into Pip's arms, Pip was led down the street, back to Damien's house.
Thank you God...
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