I looked at Damien and Phil. Both of them were in the same room! I breathed, noticing how quickly Damien jumped into Phil’s arms. “So, you’re just a big softie after all?” I smiled.
"Well I gotta survive somehow in that place. Mom won't let me move school so close to the end of my education." He rolled his eyes and I looked around. It was a nice place, a little smaller than my home but it was cosy. I turned my attention to Phil.
"Hello Phil, I'm Danny. It's great to meet you," I smiled as best I could, even though we were around the same age I still felt incredibly young here. Childish almost.
Phil pushed Damien off him and smiled back. "You too. Want a drink?"
"Beer please, darling," Damien smiled.
"I'll have a beer too, please." He nodded and when to get them.
"You're so... different here."
Damien got his guitar our and looked up. "Am I?"
"You're kidding; you shouted at me and stormed off when we were back in town. Now you're hugging people and calling them 'darling' I'm starting to wonder what I did to offend you?"
He shrugged. "I'm somewhere I want to be when I'm here."
"Oh. Then I'm ruining your little utopia." He sighed.
"No. Look, I was just having a bad day, okay? Just forget I was an ass."
"Yeah," I nodded. "I don't believe I've met half of Killing the Phoenix. I've only been in America a few days.
He chuckled. "If you wanna find the others, you can always try Nevada."
"I thought Gemme was from South Carolina. Wouldn't Cancer be there?"
He shrugged again, "Fuck knows. With a bit of luck, someone will have killed him by now.
"I woulda thought he would of been dead by now. The drug rumours surrounding you an' all."
"I swear he was indestructible. He had the biggest drug problem out of all of us and he still didn't die."
"I guess I'd like to meet him, one day. Just to say I have. But you'll do."
He shook his head violently. "You don't wanna meet him. Ever."
"What of Gemme and Rayn?"
"Gemme's alright. Deserves better than what she got. And Rayn..." He smiled a little. "He's alright. Cute. But insane."
"And... Phil?" I murmured in hushed tones.
"He's been my best mate for as long as I can remember"
"He takes forever to get beers."
"He's probably failing at rolling a joint" He shoved the guitar into my arms and went to check. I held it in awe. Wow, Damien’s guitar...
He pushed Phil back into the living room. "You fail, dude. Look, this is how you roll a joint. How many times?" I strummed a little, stroking the guitar. I didn't notice the beer until I looked up.
"Oh yeah. Forgot to mention he's a bit of a fan boy" he chuckled.
"It's a beauty," I murmured before looking around. "Oh! Thank you Phil."
Damien shrugged. "I've got better. This is the one I don't care too much if it gets a dent in it."
I looked up at him, taking him in, his eyes, hair and his structure before smiling ecstatically he was lighting a joint. That didn’t stop me from admiring him. “Damien?”
He looked at me, confused. "...For?"
"Mmm, I don't know. For being a great person to look up to I guess."
He looked from the joint to me. "Sure" He laughed.
"No, I mean. The music, the way you are off the drugs."
"I think you're just ignoring the weed, aren't you?"
"Don't worry, man. A couple joints never killed anyone."
"I hope it doesn't."
"Well our pretty little dealer over there," he pointed at Emilie "is hardly gonna give us anything that'll kill us. Well I hope not, anyway," he winked at her and she giggled.
"Well, as long as you'll be okay..." They passed the joint around the room and started to jam together. I paused.
“You don't have a violin by any chance do you?" I asked, they both shook their heads and I sighed. "Well, listening to you is fine..."
"You're welcome to drive back and get yours"
"I can't drive and I wouldn't want to get in your way.”