I trudged back to mine, feeling vaguely miserable. Damien looked up as I came back in. My bleak mood must’ve been written on my face because Damien asked me what was up.
"I have to choose" I mumbled.
I flopped on the couch. "Between you and Danny"
"...Right. And you're in here with me because...?"
"Because I couldn't choose"
He arched an eyebrow but I didn’t say anything.
"I thought it would've been an obvious choice"
"Yeah" I chuckled.
"So how comes you couldn't choose?"
"I don't know..."
He was quiet for a while. "I should go" he said, getting up. "I didn't mean to confuse you or anything"
"I don't want you to"
He hesitated, watching as I looked at my feet.
"He's given me a week. Four days with you and three with him"
"Do I not get a say in that?"
"Then spend the week with him"
"'Cause that idea just sounds like it's gonna end up hurting all of us, instead of just one"
"I can't decide not knowing what it's like to be with you"
The two of us were silent and Damien shook his head slightly. "Being with me was what landed Phil in rehab in another state. I think that speaks volumes about me, don't you?"
I hesitated before stroking his cheek. He shut his eyes.
"I still need to know"
He sighed a little.
"Please, Damien" I said, kissing his cheek.
He gave a tiny nod.
"Thank you" I said, kissing him.
He hesitated before kissing back but didn’t put up a fight when I kissed him more. I shifted onto his lap and he wrapped me in a hug. I hugged back, actually starting to enjoy them again.
"Four days dating the kid that picked on me for so many years, huh?" he smiled slightly. "Can't say I saw this one coming"
“Don't they say boys pick on the person they like?" I chuckled and he laughed slightly.
"Then everyone in school fancies me"
I smiled a little.
He smiled back. "And Josh Quinn is the biggest faggot out of all of us"
"Maybe we should send him some gay porn?"
"Maybe later" I chuckled and he hummed.