forum All's Fair in Love Songs And War (OxO) {OPEN}

Started March 15, 2021 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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Eric shook his head slightly, focusing back on the road. Pull it together, Hyman.

They were getting closer to his apartment, but Damien was hesitant to leave. Why do I like this?
They were rivals, what was he thinking, getting butterflies over Eric of all people?!

Eric bit his lip, humming softly to himself. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Hearing Eric’s soft humming, Damien glanced over and, damn, if the sight of him biting his lip wasn’t attractive. No no no. Stop it!

Eric saw the building come into view. "This it?" He needs to stop being cute waitwhatwhyamIthinkingthat-

“Yeah,” Damien confirmed hesitantly. Invite him up—WHAT—I mean—NO—well…

“Want to come in?”

Eric blinked a few times, surprised. "You sure?"

“I, uh, I mean, yeah,” Damien muttered, uncharacteristically nervous. “Anyway, I might need help getting upstairs.”

"Um… sure." He said, trying to keep his cool. WAITWAITWAITAAAAADIDHEJUST-

Damien opened the door and hauled himself out of the car, catching his balance on the hood once he was standing. Did I really just invite him inside?! Calm down, it’s not like anything’s gonna happen—

Eric got out, taking a deep breath. "Need help?"

Damien grimaced, flushing lightly. “Yeah, thanks, man.”

Eric walked over, gently taking his arm. "No problem."

Damien, looked away, blushing a bit more. “I’m on the third floor, sorry.”

"It's fine, it's not that many stairs. Besides, you're light." He said, shrugging.

Damien nodded and led the way, while leaning on Eric, to his apartment. Luckily, he was able to fumble his keys out and unlock his door. “Welcome to my humble abode”

"Thanks." He said, helping him inside.

His apartment was small, just an open living room and kitchen and a small bedroom, but Damien loved it. The walls were covered in band posters and photographs of friends and family. The corner housed his guitar and other equipment. Walking in, he flopped onto the couch, groaning.

Eric looked around, fidgeting slightly. Somehow, this is exactly how I would picture it- He looked over at Damien, blushing. Kill me. Please.

Damien gestured at the other side of the couch. “Take a seat, if ya want,” he said, settling back and resting his arm over his eyes.
AHAHAAAA HES IN MY APARTMENT—AHAHAA

Eric sat down, leg bouncing slightly when he did. I'M IN HIS APARTMENT????

Damien couldn’t bring himself to move. He didn’t know what he’d do if he did. His rival—his very attractive rival—was in his tiny little apartment. At night. Suddenly, he was glad to be kind of out of it.

"…You okay? Sobered up at all?" He asked suddenly, making himself look over at him. WHYISHESOCUTE-

“Yeah, I think so,” Damien said, not looking up. “I wasn’t drunk, by the way. I only had two beers. Someone musta put something in the second one.”

"That… is an objectively horrifying thought." He said, shaking his head. What kind of fucking sicko-