Hello, all! How has everyone been? I've been extremely busy. This month is going to be crazy for me. Between AP tests, drum major try outs, band trip to Philly, and a lot of other stuff, I'm going to be exhausted. Good news is this month ends on a good note; my birthday!

But enough about me. I hope this chapter is okay. I added a new character who I will explain more at the end of the chapter. Please enjoy.

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Damien had been very upfront at first, but he was beginning to understand that timing was important when it came to winning Lily back. If he forced his friendship on her too quickly, it would drive her farther away. They were on good terms since he had saved her. He wanted to keep them at that level rather than regress because he had made the mistake of being too clingy.

So for a month, the extent of his contact with her was casual conversation. It was never anything big. They would just ask each other how classes were going. He would ask about Shawn. Occasionally one would comment on how annoying the class work was. Besides those brief times, Damien didn't bother her.

He had actually managed to make a new friend in that time. One day he was bored of classes, so he decided to skip and go outside for a smoke. The fresh air was killing his lungs. He was used to breathing in the ashes from the flames of Hell. When he got out there, he saw someone was already smoking. He sat by the boy, who glared at him.

"Get lost," the kid said.

Damien glared back, "You don't own this place. Don't you have better things to do than stay out here by yourself?"

The boy grumbled, "The people I used to hang out with graduated and one of them moved away."

"Should say they're your friends. Calling them 'the people you hung out with' seems like a weird thing to say?" Damien asked.

"I don't have friends," the boy said as his head flicked to the side to get his bangs out of his eyes, "I'm not a stupid conformist."

"Having friends doesn't make you a conformist. Can I have one of those?" Damien asked as he gestured towards the cigarette box.

The boy hesitated, but decided there wasn't any harm in it.

"Thanks," Damien said as he created a small frame at the end of the cigarette, "I'm Damien by the way."

The boy looked a little alarmed when the flame appeared, but didn't say anything about it.

"...My name is Dylan," he finally decided to say...

That had started three weeks ago. Now everyday Damien skipped his third and fourth period classes to smoke with Dylan. It wasn't like the teachers would give the son of the Devil a detention. Dylan was used to being an outsider, but he couldn't stop himself from warming up to Damien. Damien could tell that he had been feeling lonely without Ethan, Georgie, and Henrietta being there. It was probably best that he learned to make friends now, or at least talk to people, because eventually he would have to live in the adult world, and he would fail if he treated everyone like shit.

"Have you started talking more to that girl yet?" Dylan asked during the middle of their smoke break.

"A little," he said, "I told you I'm taking things slow."

Dylan rolled his eyes, "You seem like the last person who would fall in love. I thought demons wouldn't be such conformist."

"I don't try to be a conformist, but I'm not a complete loner either," he said, "Have you ever loved anyone?"

"No," Dylan said with absolute, "Love isn't real. It's just something society has created so they feel like there is a point to continuing their meaningless lives."

"You're always such a joy to talk to," Damien said sarcastically,"Why are you so gloomy all the time?"

"Because it's exactly what society doesn't want me to be," Dylan answered simply.

"Does society care enough about you to worry whether you fit in or not? You could still interact with other people, and remain a goth. People won't think any more or less of you either way," Damien pointed out.

Dylan didn't respond. He just continued smoking his cigarette like Damien hasn't said anything, but Damien could tell that what he said did get through to the goth kid.

"How about this," Damien said, "If you come to the lunch room with me today, I'll start talking to Lily again."

"Why kind of deal is that?" Dylan asked, "I don't give a fuck whether you get together with this girl or not."

Damien had to admit it sounded like a stupid idea, but he felt bad for this kid. He need to get used to being around other people no matter how stupid he thought they were.

Dylan took a drag of his cigarette, and Damien got an idea. He concentrated on the small cancer stick, and it bursted into flames. Dylan jumped and threw the cigarette on the ground. It extinguished when it hit the wet snow.

"What the hell, you idiot?" Dylan said as he took another one out.

Damien burst that one into flames too. Dylan took out one more and then another. They all were consumed by the flames and unusable.

"What's your problem?" He asked angrily.

"If you come to the cafeteria with me, I'll stop doing that," Damien said.

"That's an even stupider idea," Dylan scoffed.

"So you're willing to tell me that if I burn the rest of that box up, you'll be okay with not smoking for the rest of the day until you can go by another box?" Damien asked.

Dylan was about to say something, but realized the demon was right. He treasured his cigarettes too much for them to be wasted. He couldn't get through the school day without them.

"Fine," he said, defeated, "But I'm not letting you borrow them anymore."

Damien smiled, "That's fine"

Dylan took out another one carefully, making sure that one wouldn't combust too, "Isn't this girl missing you by now?"

"Probably not," Damien said, "She's most likely relieved."

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Lily was frustrated and confused with the past month. Things with Damien had gotten better that day he had saved her and visited her house. She figured once he gained even a bit of her trust, he would never leave her alone. She couldn't have been more wrong. Damien didn't seem interested in speaking with her. Not that she should be complaining. Isn't that what she wanted? Didn't she want him to stop bothering her? Then why was it so upsetting every time he refused to continued their conversations?

At lunch time she sat with Kenny, Kyle, Wendy, and Stan. She started wondering where Damien. He was always there before any of them were.

"Missing someone?" Kenny asked, smiling.

Lily kept a blank expression on her face, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Kenny chuckled, "It's so obvious. You can't stand that he hasn't been talking to you."

"Why would I care about that?" She asked, defensively.

"Because deep down you still love him," Kyle said.

Lily tried to stop herself from blushing, but only partially succeeded, making her face a light pink color.

"I don't have any feelings for him. Can't you two just shut up?" She asked in an annoyed voice.

Both boys smiled in satisfaction, but said nothing. Lily was about to let out a quiet sigh relief until she saw the source of her troubles enter the cafeteria. He walked over to the table and sat down next to her. She noticed a boy with black and red hair following him hesitantly.

"Hey, Dylan," Stan said when he saw his friend from years ago, "How have you been?"

The boy just shrugged, "Fine I guess."

He looked uncomfortable being around so many people. Without his old crowd being there, he stood out too much.

Damien gave Dylan a reassuring smile before turning to Lily.

"Hi," he said.

She just nodded to him, "Hey."

He took out his bagged lunch, "How have classes been?"

Lily had to stop herself from sighing when he asked the same question he asked almost everyday, "They're fine."

"Same," he said as he started eating his food.

Lily wanted to say something but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Across the table, she could see Kenny giving her am encouraging look. She glared at him in return.

"So..." she started to say, "Have you spoken to you dad lately?"

Damien was a little surprised she was talking to him first. He expected that in a few minutes he would have to start the conversation again, but he just wasn't sure what to say.

"I did last night," he said, "He's fine. Stressed as always, but he's holding up. He wanted to know how you have been."

"Why?" She asked.

He shrugged, "I guess he liked you. Despite being the ruler of all evil, he does have a heart."

"I see," she said, "I would have thought that he would have forgotten me by now."

They started eating again in silence. The entire table could feel the awkward tension between Lily and Damien. They both were dying to talk to each other, but neither of them knew what to say.

"I have to go," Wendy said, "I have a test to study for."

She left the table. Stan followed her. Kyle forced Kenny to also leave, even though Kenny had wanted to stay there and watch the action.

That left Lily and Damien alone together. Well Dylan was still there, but he wasn't paying attention to either of them. He just kept trying to look away from anyone who stared at him.

"Why the hell haven't you been talking to me?" Lily finally asked angrily.

Damien was shocked, "Why do you sound so upset? I thought you would have wanted that."

"I..." She tried to say, "I guess so...I don't know what I want. You ignoring me has just been so irritating."

He smirked, "So you do like me?"

She looked up and glared at him, "Of course I don't! Don't say stupid thing like that."

"If you don't care about me, then why as my not talking to you making you so mad," he asked.

She opened her mouth, but then closed it when she couldn't come up with a logical answer.

"Do you think maybe...you'd like to go on a date with me?" He asked in a bit a of a shy way, something that was completely out of his character.

She looked up back at him. Every fiber of her was screaming for him to fuck off, but she couldn't bring herself to say that out loud. Instead, she listened to the small but powerful part that told her:

"I guess so."

He smiled, "Really?"

She nodded, "Ya. I mean I might as well. It's only one date."

"Ya," he said, "That's all."

They both became silent again as they finished their food. Dylan looked over at them and rolled his eyes.

"Conformists," he muttered.l

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I added Dylan because the goth kids are on of my favorite parts of the show. Their gloominess makes me laugh so much! These aren't their official names, but it's the names most fans use for them. I'm not sure who decided it, but they seem to fit.

Please let me know what you think! Hopefully the next chapter will have good stuff.