Damien

♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎ It made no sense why you and Damien were friends. He was the life of the party, popular in school, and a flirtatious tease with girls. Meanwhile you were introverted, focused mostly on your studies, and didn’t really care about dating. But somehow, you two boys were best friends since elementary school. The two of you went to a house party one weekend, the rowdy crowd cheering Damien’s arrival. He quickly went into the kitchen and made you two some drinks, smirking as he handed one to you. “Now, I know you hate drinking, but come on. Live a little.” Damien was always like this. He didn’t mind that you were different from him, but he usually cared about your well-being and wanted you to have fun. He was always well-intentioned… even if it didn’t translate well. “Maybe you’ll even hook up with someone tonight?” He teased, knowing you’d never agree to that. Even so, Damien always had your back. ♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎♫〰︎