Nono's dorm

[Nolan DeSanto]

[Nolan DeSanto]

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"Damien, calm down. I'm fine," Nolan said as he pinched his nose with a wagged up overdue English assignment. He'd just gotten jumped by Tucker and some of his goons and was lying on the ground when Damien came along.
He was far from fine. Nothing was broken, except maybe his nose, but it was nothing he was planning on going to the doctor for it. He had bruises on his face and just about every body part ached, but he needed to keep Damien calm. He was always a bit of a drama queen, but right now he was freaking out. He wasn't sure if it was the drugs or just being upset about this whole thing, but this was the worst Nolan had ever seen him. And it really worried him.

He dropped the paper once he got to his bathroom and stuffed some tissue up his nose. He rinsed his face of the blood, and then had to look away from the mirror. His swelling black eye was a bit unsettling, and he needed ice.
He checked his fridge and sighed because he had none, and then resorted to pressing a coke can against his face. The pressure was uncomfortable, but the cold against his skin felt nice.
"See? All better?" He tried to smile and then immediately regretted it when he stretched his busted lip. He choked down the grimace to Damien didn't freak more. They didn't need him to go all psycho right now.

[Damien Knowles]

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Damien leant against the door frame of Nolan's bathroom, chewing on his thumb nail, his arms crossed over his chest. Though on the outside he was trying to stay relatively calm his mind was racing, his heart pounding. Nolan kept telling him to calm down but how could he? How was he supposed to act after finding his boyfriend bleeding on the floor after being jumped by some fucking ... Damien let out an exaggerated sigh, unable to think of a word fitting enough to describe the piece of shit that had done this to Nolan.

'Doesn't look much better', Damien commented taking a step toward Nolan and bending down a little so they were eye to eye, 'You've split your lip', he added, taking his index finger and pressing it against the small cut on Nolan's lip.

'I'm so angry', Damien growled, quickly withdrawing the finger and spinning around giving a pile of clothes a swift kick against the wall, 'Those mother fuckers', he clenched his fists and turned back to Nolan. All he could think was that maybe next time he wouldn't be so lucky. Maybe next time it would be worse ...</sup>

[Nolan DeSanto]

Nolan flinched back when Damien touched his lip, but he relaxed after a second and ran his tongue over it when his hand was gone.
"I know, I know. I'm mad, too. But what are we going to do about it? Everyone hates us, it's not just them." He sat down the the bed and sighed. It didn't make any sense why people hated them so much. It was like the whole school was against them. People teased him in class for being an "emo fag", girls laughed at him, and now people were beating him up. He was nothing but nice to everyone, and still...they just hated him.

"Sometimes I wish everyone would just disappear for a while..." Nolan mumbled, feeding off of Damien's angry energy. "I wish they would all just go away so it could be the two of us, and no one else. No more paper balls, no stupid gay jokes..." he shook his head and wiped away an escaped tear. Not because he was in pain or really upset, but because...the idea of just being alone with Damien with no one to tell him it was wrong made him so happy.

[Damien Knowles]

<sup>Damien knelt down in front of Nolan resting his hands on his knees. It was true, everything Nolan was saying. Everyone did hate them, and it wasn't fair. Yeah, maybe there was reason to hate Damien, even he could admit that he wasn't the nicest guy, but Nolan? Nolan was the nicest person Damien had ever met, and how people could want to hurt him he'd never understand.

'I wish everyone would disappear forever', Damien replied, reaching up and wiping away the stray tear that was falling down Nolan's cheek. Damien bit his lip and looked down, he let out a sigh.
'We could do something you know', he said quietly, raising his head, 'Change everything, make everything better', he continued.</sup>

[Nolan DeSanto]

Nolan kind of smiled and shook his head. "What? Turn into wizards and zap them all away?" His joke was weak, because he had an actual idea of where Damien was headed, and it was dark. Too dark. He wasn't going to go there, even if everyone did hate them.

"We'll be okay, D. These people...they won't matter in a few years. We'll get through it together, and they'll all stay fat no bodies," he smiled at him and kissed his forehead. The can was starting to get a little warm so he set it aside and felt his face. The swelling didn't seem to be getting worse, so that was a good sign, but he knew it was going to be horrible in a few hours.

[Crysta Ericson]

<sup>'It's never gonna end though Nolan', Damien replied, and he truly believed it, 'These kids are just gonna grow up but their minds aren't going to change, nothings going to change unless we make it. We could be the answer, we could change everything for kids like us', he continued in a hushed but excited tone, his eyes sparkling as he gazed up at Nolan.

'We could get rid of them, all of them, you know we could', he reached up and placed his hands on either side of Nolan's face, trying to be gentle around the swelled areas, 'Then we can be together forever', he said bearing his sharp canine teeth in an almost psychotic smile, 'Forever', he repeated, wondering if Nolan would understand.</sup>

[Nolan DeSanto]

Nolan put her hands over Damien's wrists, "What are you talking about, baby?" He said the words, but he knew. The two of them had made passing jokes about shooting up the school, but he couldn't be serious...except lately he'd seemed like it.
Every time they joked about it, Damien's eyes changed and he would go on and on about what they would do and who they would aim for and double suicide and...it was all just too much. Nolan was never serious! He couldn't stand these people, but he knew he pulling a Columbine was just...wrong.

"You just...you need to calm down. It doesn't matter, okay? It's...it's all going to be okay," he smiled weakly, but even he didn't believe it. He didn't honestly think anything was going to be okay, but he had to pretend, or else Damien was going to do something stupid.[/font]

[Damien Knowles]

<sup>'It's not going to be okay! It's never going to be okay!', Damien cried, louder than he had meant to.
'Maybe it'll be okay for us on our own, but while we're together things are just going to be shit. People don't get it, they don't understand, they never will', he made his voice softer, reaching up to brush some of Nolan's hair out of his eyes.

'It'll be perfect, you know it will', he continued, 'We'll be helping. The world is a fucking ugly place Nolan, people shouldn't have to deal with this shit. High school never really ends, yeah you graduate but nothing really changes. The popular kids are still going to be popular, and the kids like us are still gonna get the shitty end of the stick'.

{ Sorry this is basically just one big speech XD }</sup>

[Nolan DeSanto]

"Helping?" Nolan asked him quietly is a bit of desperation in it. "We'd...we'd be helping them?"
He was a bit ashamed to admit it, but he wanted Damien to be right. he wanted to believe that...that this would help people. He had a point. Life...Life was horrible. It was hard, and cruel and people were always going to be terrible. Maybe they would be helping them in the end.

He swallowed hard. "But...how? How would he do that? Could we even do it? I don't see how it would make a difference..." he shook his head. It felt like even if they did do something so drastic, people would still be making fun of them. People would just stand there and laugh at him, call him a faggot, never take him seriously. He was just scum under their feet and nothing they could do would ever change that in the eyes of their classmates.