*IMPORTANT! DO NOT SKIP*
This is the last chapter I will be posting of this fanfic, I am not able to continue writting it for many reasons. This is not a complete chapter, it stops about half way through, mid sentance. I am extreamly sorry about the lack of updates and the sudden end. If anyone would like to continue writting this mess, please message me and we can talk about it. I say this because I know a lot of people have been looking forward to this story and the updates. If someone else continues writting this I will post another chapter telling you who and how to find it. I am extreamly sorry that I can't write this anymore. I will continue writting but it probably wont be for a while or it will be a few one-shots. Once again: I take requests for oneshots and also for multi-chap fics, I wont do any multi-chap for a while but it you would like to suggest something I'll look into it. My goal is to please my readers and although I know it's not pleasing to stop midfic, it is in my own best interest. I appologise for the length of this note and I do hope I get some requests. I need you to understand that I didn't leave the fandom and I don't intend to. Once more: If you would like to finish this fic I will be accepting offers and I know that a lot of people would love to see this finished.
It's been a few days since the incident where Pip found out I was invading his dreams. He's been talking to me less, not at all really. It's starting to get under my skin. Things were going quite well until I fucked it all up.
I pick up my cell phone from the table before leaving Pip's house, deciding that I didn't want to be there when he got home. I walked past many houses, slowly looking more and more shabby. Eventually I make it to the shabbiest of them all, Kenny's house.
I walk up to the front door and knock, suspecting that the doorbell probably didn't work. His mom answered the door, she was high and drunk but I put on a fake smile and greeted her.
"Hello , can I wait here until Kenny gets out of school?"
"No problem," she slurred a bit, "What a handsome young boy." She opened the door and let me inside. I thanked her and made my way to the immortal's room. It wasn't as shabby as the rest of the house, it was obvious that he tried to keep his room mildly presentable.
I waited there until the boy arrived home, walking straight to his room when he did.
"Have a good day at school, Sunshine?" I ask when he puts his stuff down next to the door.
"Oh God, what are you doing here?" He rubbed his temples.
"I was in the neighborhood, have been for a while now, and thought 'I should pay my good pal McCormick a visit'," I walk over to him, "You don't look so good, horny teenage boy troubles?"
"No, well kinda. It's a part of it I guess," he sighed, "It's a long story."
"I've got time," I reply.
When I got home I was met by an empty house. At first I had thought that Damien had went back to hell again but my theory was disproved when I noticed he had left his stuff in a pile by the couch. I momentarily thought about where Damien was before reminding myself that I didn't care.
I went into my room and continued working on the project that Stan and I were doing that was now over half done. I worked on the project for a few hours before I hear the front door open and close again. I stretch and decide I've done enough for today. I walk to the kitchen to start supper.
"Hey," Damien greets as I pass by him on my way.
"'Ello," I greet back, "How was your day?"
"It was okay," he said, following me to the kitchen, "How about yours?"
"It was fine," I reply, going to the cabinet and getting out a few ingredients.
"What are you making?" He asked, peeking over my shoulder.
"Spaghetti and pasta sauce," I reply, getting more things from the fridge.
"Need any help?"
"No, I've got it."
It was silent for a while. I was moving around the kitchen, getting the sauce ready. He was leaning against the counter, watching me. Eventually my curiosity got the better of me.
"Where'd you go off to?" I ask, biting my lip slightly. I'm suppose to be angry with him, I'm suppose to not be speaking to him. That question was just sitting there unspoken in the back of my head and I wanted to know.
"A few places," he said, grabbing one of the herbs and picking off a small piece, tasting it. He made a face and I decided to leave it out of the sauce.
"Like?" Why do I keep asking about it? My mouth is betraying me.
"Well I went to McCormick's for a while, after that I took a walk around town. Then I went and got some things from home," he moved away from the counter to give me more room, he didn't go far though.
"That's nice," I say, finally back in control of my words. If I wasn't I would have asked what he got, or why he went to Kenny's.
"Mhmm," he hummed, "How was school?"
"It was alright," I said.
The room returned to silence until dinner was ready, Damien set the table and we sat down. He started eating and I said grace in my head before eating.
"This is good," He said after eating a few bites.
"Thank you," If I was talking to him I would tell him it was a recipe I found in one of my mothers old books, but I wasn't.
We continued eating, not talking. Just like we have for the past three days.
"I'm sorry," he said once he was done eating.
I looked up at him, about to ask what for but we both knew what he was talking about. I just nod.
"Do you forgive me?" He asked, taking his plate to the sink and rinsing it off.
I don't answer.
"Do you want me to leave?"
I think, rubbing my temples, "I don't know."
" 'Ey, piss 'ead. Wake up."
I pull the covers over my head and groan.
" 'EY! Don't go back to sleep!"
I roll over, keeping the covers over my head.
"Is eet safe to assume you're feeling better?"
I nod from under my blanket.
"I guess I'll go eef you don't want to get up."
I sit up and rub my eyes, it wasn't too bright in my room but it was bright enough to make my head hurt.
"Hello Christophe," I yawn and pat the bed next to me.
He sits down and kicks his shoes off. " 'Ave you been sleeping all day?"
"Yeah, what time is it?"
"You're skipping class again," I sigh.
"You really shouldn't d-"