(Warning, minor Damien X Kenny)
Of course I saw the knife, I mean, how couldn't I? It was right fucking there. But what do you expect me to do? Garrison was right there hurting Kyle and that's what friends do, right? Okay maybe not but I'm sort of immortal so I really don't care about death, yeah it hurts like hell but I'm stronger than I look. Plus I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a thing for the damn Jew. Don't get me wrong though, I fucking love titties. I'm not gay. But Kyle's…well, Kyle's a special case. Anyway before we get too off track let's focus on the present.
As soon as I'd jumped at Garrison, that damn knife was thrusted straight through my body, in my heart no less. How ironic. My heart. But anyway, I soon slid cleanly off the knife and fell to the ground. Yeah that was painful but I had a hole through my chest to worry about. I could faintly hear the screams of my classmates as I began to drift out of consciousness, including Stan yelling his trademark line. How funny, he says that so often but never remembers it in the morning. I pathetically laughed at that, coughing up blood. Yeah, laughing, that's smart when you're bleeding to death. Why am I taking so long to die anyway? Oh! Nevermind, there's that familiar black.
"Well that was quick." Ugh. I know that stupidly high-pitched voice. Instead of dignifying his smartass comment, I just laid on the hot as hell (literally) stone of Satan's home. Well that was my plan anyway. My eyes flew open as I felt a weight land on my chest.
"Damien! What the fuck!?" I yelled at him when I noticed his face was right fucking there. That was also when I noticed I wasn't wearing my hood, someone had pulled it down. So, Damien obviously. What is he up to?
"I wanted a better look at your handsome face." Damien whispered leaning down to my ear. Wait, did he read my mind. And… WAIT A SECOND! I try pushing him off and I thought I'd mostly managed it when I got his face out of my neck.
"Hey get o-" I was cut off by a strange warmth on my lips. Is Damien kissing me? This feels really nice. Before I realize what I'm doing, I lean forward into the kiss granting him access into my warm mouth. When I felt his hand trailing down my abdomen I realized my situation.
I tear my face away from his, pushing him off of me in the process, and quickly stand up. I walked over to a little lava creek before I heard his voice.
"I'm sorry Kenny… I just…I…" Damien tried apologizing but I just put my finger to his lips.
"I'm not gay." Is all I say before everything fades into white.