When they arrived at Pip's home (and after they had taken their shoes off of course) Pip led Damien upstairs. Pip's foster parents were both away on business trips. When Damien learnt this, he breathed a sigh of relief. He loathed Pip's foster parents for two reasons. One; they said he was a menace and a fiend… and Damien didn't take too kindly to those who slurred him. And Two; the way they treated Pip. It was atrocious and Damien hated them for that the most.

"It's really nice having the house all to myself for a week. I still have four whole days without them!" Pip grinned as he entered his bedroom, followed by Damien. Damien looked out of Pip's small window.
"I'd kill for some time away from my Dad. He gets really annoying sometimes.." Damien muttered. Pip began to undress but stopped suddenly at his jeans.
"Sorry… it's a habit." he muttered, blushing and turning back to Damien. "I'll go into the bathroom." he said, turning a deep shade of magenta. He usually changed in Damien's presence and thought nothing more of it, but realising Damien's new emotions and the emotions he possibly had for Damien… it was more embarrassing.
Damien looked back at Pip, but then almost instantly averted his eyes.
"A-Alright." he said, feeling a warm blush creep up his face again.

When Pip had disappeared, Damien opened the window and stuck his head out, breathing in a gulp of fresh air.
"Why do you have to screw everything up, Damien?" he growled at himself. Pip was stood just outside the door. He didn't leave for the bathroom, instead he crept stealthily back into the room and changed behind Damien's turned back; listening to him all the while.
"I've got good reasons. I've got more reason than anyone." Damien whispered to himself as he tapped his fingers on the window ledge.
"It's hopeless." he muttered then, letting the wind whip his hair. Pip bit his lip as he pulled the sleeves of his white shirt down.
"It isn't hopeless." he whispered, more to himself than anyone else, but Damien heard.
He turned round, slowly and looked to Pip.
"What?" Damien asked, not sure of what he had just heard. Pip laughed, nervously and shook his head to imply it was nothing.
"I said… it's not hopeless… you shouldn't give up so easily, Damien.." Pip muttered before he realised what he was doing.
"Uh…I'm just going to get a jumper.." Pip said as he backed through his door and into the silent corridor outside his room.

While he was gone, he took a moment to think.
"I.. I know I like Damien. He is kind and sweet under that tough-guy surface… and he is ever so handsome.." Pip mumbled, giggling to himself slightly as he fished a white woollen sweater from the closet.

Back in Pip's room, Damien was leant against the table.
Had Pip just dropped a vital hint, or had Damien miss-judged the blonde's words… Damien decided that sitting around and wondering about it would do no good. He pushed himself up from the table and made his way over to the door.
"What do you mean by 'Don't give up'?" he asked as he poked his ebony head around the door-frame. Pip darted behind the closet door, blushing profusely. He crammed his head into the woollen garment he was holding and muffled a quiet:
"I-like-you-too!" in a high, squeaky voice which he hoped was un-audible. This was a rather foolish act of course, as Damien would not let a serious situation like this drop even if he could not hear Pip's voice clearly.
Damien walked strongly over to the closet and pulled back the door to find Pip half submerged in his jumper. Tufts of his golden blonde hair were the only signs that indicated the woollen figure to be Pip.
Damien leant against the wall.
"Sorry. I don't speak Pip. What did you say?" Damien asked, watching Pip's arms wave around in the efforts to get the jumper over his head.
Pip said nothing and merely continued to flap his arms while muttering to himself. Damien rolled his eyes and tugged the jumper down so Pip's face seemed to pop into view.
""Now. What were you saying?" Damien asked as Pip slid his arms through the sleeves of the sweater. Pip's crystal blue eyes met Damien's scarlet ones. His heart pounded in his chest and a strange feeling of fluttering grew inside Pip's stomach. Now he knew how Damien felt..
"I… I like you, Damien." Pip said, looking up and giving Damien the kind of honest, sincere look that only Pip could pull off successfully. Damien let go of Pip's collar and dropped his arms to his sides.
"You.. But you… you do?!" Damien stammered, staggering backwards a few steps.
"But you said… before… and…" Damien nearly toppled over in shock, but he caught his balance by grabbing the nearby closet door. Pip smiled softly.
"That was before I had time to think." Pip said happily. "Actually. I think I've liked you for a long time. But I've never felt anything like this before - so I didn't know what it was or what it meant." Pip said earnestly, his smile growing all the while.
Damien was in a state of shock. All he could do was grin a massive, ecstatic grin. Pip narrowed his eyes a little.
"So now you have nothing on your mind - I expect you're going to go back to being a 'badass' now?" Pip asked, smiling. Damien snapped out of his grin and his cool smirk appeared once again.
"Like I wasn't a badass before?" he asked, sarcastically. "I'm a badass by choice and badass by nature."
"Maybe you can teach me some time… then perhaps I wouldn't get beaten up so much." Pip smiled. Damien put a finger to the side of his lips in a thinking pose.
"That's not a bad idea.." he mused.
"DAMIEN LESSONS!" he said in a powerful voice like the kind advertisers use. Pip burst out laughing instantly.

You would notice that the pair did not show their feelings in full form. After all, Damien wasn't the romantic type and Pip was very shy indeed. They both felt happy enough knowing the truth about their feelings and that was all that mattered. They did not want to rush things for fear of spoiling their friendship..

"Come on, lets go somewhere." Damien said, sauntering towards the stairs and looking around at the floor as he went. "No offence, but your house gives me the creeps." he said with a small shudder. Pip's house appeared warm and welcoming on arrival, but as soon as you went upstairs - the true nature of the adults who lived in the abode was shown. Litter strewed the floor and everywhere you looked, you could bet on seeing an empty or half-full can of beer. The paint from the walls was peeling and the carpets were coming un-tacked from the wood.
Pip looked around the floor too and nodded.
"I'm not offended." He said with a disgusted shrug. "It's not even my house. If it was my house… it would be decorated better, smell better… and it wouldn't have all this stupid crap in it, either."
Damien laughed and headed down the steps, closely followed by the cross-looking blonde.
"You should move out." Damien said as they entered into the lovely-decorated living room. It was clean, tidy and shining (presumably thanks to Pip's cleaning).
"Well I did suggest it earlier…" Pip said, shuffling his feet slightly. "But then we hit a… snag… per say." he muttered to his shoes. Damien moved across the room carefully as not to disturb any of the furniture and stopped only when he had reached the other wall.
"Well.. Now there are no snags around… So we could discuss it, couldn't we?" Damien said coolly as he gazed at the cabinet to his left full of intricate porcelain ornaments.
"Of course!" Pip squeaked, a little too loud so that he snapped a hand over his mouth and giggled. "Oh Damien.. I would love to live with you!" A soft smile graced the blonde's face as he looked to the vision of darkness before him. Damien broke his stare from the cabinet and grinned, showing his famous fangs again.
"Well for starters.. I have no idea how to get a place to live." Damien said. Pip paused, putting a finger to the side of his head and tapping his skull slightly, as though doing this would knock thoughts into his head.
"Um.. Well, I guess we could rent an apartment if we both got jobs?" Pip suggested. Damien made a non-committal noise in the back of his throat.
"I knew there would be some hardship.." he muttered, living up to his lazy attitude once again.
"What in hells name could I work as, anyway? I mean.. everyone knows who and what I am.. I doubt any one would want to hire me…" he growled, folding his arms.
"You could work in McDonalds? There's one in the centre of town. They are desperate for employees!" Pip said, happily. He wondered for a moment how Damien would look in a McDonalds uniform… then he shook his head, blushing and attempted to change the subject.
"I could work in the music store! Or Starbucks! Or the book store!" Pip squeaked as his smile grew and grew. Damien laughed at the over-excitable blonde and un-folded his arms.
"It's settled then. Simple." Damien said. He was slightly surprised that it could even be that easy. He had expected for himself and Pip to be toiling endless months going to interviews and failing…
"I bet I could persuade my father to add a little to it.." Damien wondered aloud as Pip scurried around in a cupboard for a pair of shoes.
"Well, it's going to take us a while to get a lot of money.. But I think two weeks worth of wages could cover at least a month's rent." Pip calculated as he dragged a pair of shining black shoes out. Damien raised his eyebrows at Pip's quick math skills then laughed and nodded as he walked over to the door and wrenched it open.
"Come on. Your house is making me depressed." Damien said, taking one final foreboding glance around the house before stepping outside into the cold white surroundings of South Park.

Later, when Damien and Pip were strolling down another deserted road, Pip finally broke the happy silence.
"Damien?"
Damien snapped out of his glassy-eyed phase and looked to Pip.
"Hm? Yeah?"
"Do… Do you think that we could maybe talk to your dad? Perhaps he could give us a little help?" Pip asked, quietly. He didn't want to sound rude, of course..
"Of course he will." Damien said simply to Pip's surprise.
"You sure?" Pip squeaked, beaming a large twinkling smile. Damien rolled his eyes then nodded.
"We'll go ask him now." he said as he held his arm out to Pip.
'Uh-oh..' Pip thought, hunching up slightly. Pip knew that gesture too well… Damien was going to teleport them down to hell.
Pip hated teleportation… it always made him feel ill and woozy. He almost always had to sit down afterwards..
Damien stretched his arm out further, as if reassuring the blonde. Pip took a steadying breath, and latched onto Damien's arm tight.
Damien grinned at the sharp grip of Pip. By the look of Pip, you would have never guessed that he could have such a strong grasp - but then again, you would never think Damien could care about someone other than himself and that had been proved.
To prepare himself, Damien held his breath and beside him he felt Pip do the same. Then Damien clicked his fingers.
Lights that seemed to spring from nowhere burst into view in front of the two which caused them both to squint. Damien wrapped his other arm around Pip and pulled him in closer. Pip quivered against Damien as the lights grew brighter and brighter. Finally, the two seemed to drop through the floor faster than it seemed possible. They sped past more lights flickering and blurring..
Then, almost as quickly as they had begun, the lights stopped and the pair came to a halt on a hard floor.

When Pip peeled himself from Damien and looked around, he saw that they were in Damien's living room.
"I hate doing that.." Pip slurred as he held his throbbing head.
"How else are we supposed to get down here?" Damien asked, folding his arms. Pip was about to muse an answer when an uproar of singing came from the kitchen. Damien winced and rolled his eyes.
"Dad." he growled.
"That's your father singing?" Pip asked while trying to cover up his laughs.
"You've met my Dad before. Don't you think he's the type to sing?" Damien asked as he wandered over to a black door which Pip knew led to the kitchen.
"He's cooking." Damien said with a grim expression.
"Wonderful!" Pip squeaked gleefully. "Can I stay for supper? I do love your father's cooking!" He smiled as he ran over to Damien. Damien grinned and nodded as he pushed the door to be greeted by even louder singing.
"DAD!" Damien yelled, grabbing the attention of his father. While in his own home, Satan took on the form of a tall man with long black hair and scarlet eyes. He wore a black and white pin-striped suit, covered by a pink pinafore to protect his clothes while he was cooking.
Satan stopped singing and looked at the pair.
"Hello, you two!" he roared, grinning and shoving the lasagne in his hands into the oven. Damien rolled his eyes and sent a small wave. Satan walked over to the pair and hit Damien on the head playfully with his wooden spoon.
"What brings you here?" he asked. Pip looked down and fiddled with his sleeves.
"Um… Mr. Satan, sir.. I… We were wondering if…" he stuttered. Then he took a massive gulp and a steadying breath before continuing. "If Damien and I got an apartment together up on Earth?" he asked, timidly. Satan seemed shocked.
"You and Damien? MY SON Damien?" Satan asked, pointing at Damien with a mock-incredulous look on his face.
"No, Dad. The other spawn of Evil called Damien." Damien said sarcastically.
"It's just I would have never thought of you to be the type of person to be living up on earth." Satan said, grinning.
"Pip wouldn't ask if I hadn't agreed in the first place." Damien said as though he were talking to someone who was incredibly stupid. Pip poked Damien for being so arrogant and looked to Satan.
"Well you see, Mr. Satan." he began showing his best smile. "Earth is very beautiful and you are more than welcome to come and see us anytime you wish!" Pip said.
"Hm. I guess I could let my son have a life." Satan said, smiling. "You know, Pirrup.." he said, looking to Pip. "You really are to nice for your own good."
Pip blushed slightly as Damien added a quick "Tell me about it." under his breath.
"Thank you! And Thank you for your permission!" Pip giggled as Satan went back to his oven.
"No problem." Satan said. "I doubt I would have been able to decline, anyway. Damien will do whatever he wants no matter what I say." he laughed. Damien made a slight "Mhmm." noise before ducking into one of the cupboards and returning out a few minutes later with a biscuit in his mouth.
"Damien. Your food is nearly ready." Satan scolded gently. Damien did not react to his father and merely sauntered over to the large black dining table. Satan rolled his eyes and leant against the nearest kitchen cabinet.
"Are you staying for food, Pip?" he asked, looking to the small blonde.
"I would love to! Pip said, nodding enthusiastically.