Damion analyzed the boy in front him. Anyone would be scared with the way he started a conversation with his toys. He figured he was the fragile type so he calmed his neediness. “How about this.” Damion took out a piece of paper and wrote his number down on a price of paper. “Put this in your pocket.” He softly took his hand and placed it in. “Once you’re done, you’re gonna come with me for a few.”
Chris didn't argue, looking at the piece of paper before putting it in his pocket. He didn't know what the other wanted, but he was not going to start an argument with him. He didn't think the other was rude, but he thought that he was quite intimidating. After slipping the piece of paper in his pocket, he looked up at the other, curious as to what he wanted and why he was required to follow him. He just hoped that he wasn't going to get hurt, really.
Damion took his hand and walked with him down the hallway. “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m definitely not that kind of person. Anyway my name is Damion. Yours?” He made a few turned before they ended up on the football field. He walked to the cold metal bleachers and laid his jacket down for him to sit on. Damion kept looking at his body frame looking at how small and adorable he was. Even through he felt lucky today, something still felt off about the boy.
"My name's Chris…" he said after a while. He didn't understand what was going on, honestly. He had just met Damion and he was being quite nice. A bit intimidating at first, but nice. It was a nice surprise. "Um…if I may ask…what is it that you wanted? I'm new here, so I don't know anything about anyone here. I apologize for that…" He had only started there yesterday and had never paid much attention to his classmates, just trying to navigate the school at first. "You don't have to say everything, but I do wanna know why you wanted me."
Damion nodded. "I see, so that's why I haven't seen you around." Damion kept looking at his body frame. "Hey, what's you sexuality." He asked bluntly. Maybe it had something to do with that. Damion wasn't going to ask him out right away, but he was very interested in the person sitting next to him. He wondered what it would feel like to kiss such a small person. It's not like he hasn't delt with people a little shorter but they were never this much shorter.
"Oh…? Me? Well…I'm pan… Pan-ace, to be exact. I date for personality, and I don't have any sexual attraction towards people… Is that important…?" Chris asked, gowing confused by the strange and somewhat personal question. "I mean, inner beauty is what creates outer beauty to me. As long as they're nice to me, I see them as beautiful, inside and out, regardless of their gender. I think that's slightly obvious given what I said two seconds ago…but you know…thought I'd say it anyway…"
There it is. "Yes that is very important. I wanted to ask you something, but now I'm not really sure I should." Damion looked at Chris's forehead. He stood up from his spot on the bench. "Do kisses on the forehead work?" Damion wasn't going to make a move on him just yet. Only because there was no move to make. He really didn't need to go through all this trouble just to get one person, who isn't even sexually active, but he seem intrigued in some way. He was different than anyone else and not just his sexuality.
"Um…th-they work…b-but why are you asking…?" Chris was starting to get just a bit flustered with this, still confused as to where it was going. He didn't understand any of it at the moment. He had just gotten to the school and the first person he met was having this conversation with him, and he didn't know if it was serious or some way to use him. He was just incredibly confused about it all. 'Y-you don't have to say…b-but I am really confused about all of this…" He wanted answers, but he wouldn't push for them. All he hoped was that this wasn't anything bad and that he'd be okay.
Damion bent down and pulled up Chris's bangs with his palm. Damion closed his eyes, giving Chris a soft kiss of the forehead. "Think of me as your first friend here. Meet me after school and we'll head over to my house. Don't worry I won't try anything." Damion propped him up so he could take his jacket. He began to walk but then stopped. "You know what." Damion walked back and draped his jacket over Chris's shoulder. "Keep it. Think of me whenever you wear it." Damion never let anyone touch his jackets especially his favorite one, but he let him have for whatever reason. It looks better on him anyway. He ran far enough off the field so he wouldn't try and give the jacket back.
"See you later…" Chris whispered, not really wanting to say much. He didn't know why he was given the jacket, but he decided to wear it since it was comfortable. He turned his phone on to see what time it was after that, realizing that he was close to being late for class. "I better hurry… I can't be late when it's only my second day here…" He then ran towards the school, using all of his energy to make it to class on time, barely making before the bell rang, it doing so only seconds after he was in his seat.
The rest of the school day dragged on, and Chris could barely pay attention. He was still confused about everything that had happened earlier, making it hard to focus on anything else. Eventually the day ended, and he went to meet Damion, hoping to figure out what everything was about.
Damion decided to wait at the school gate instead of by his classroom. Partially because he was in a higher grade than Chris and it would seem weird if he suddenly popped up in front of the classroom door. Damion was leaning against the wall scrolling through his phone. His wings started to feel uncomfortable, so he fluffed his wings out a bit trying to get them to feel normal again. His dark black wings were always a pain because they were so big, probably because his build was a bit bigger than others too. He propped his leg up on the wall behind him to it looked like he was leaning but it was just his foot holding him up. He looked up occasionally to see if Chris was there or not but there was sign of him yet.
Chris had been wondering where to find Damion, so he was just wandering the school to try and find him. However, he was still new to the school and was wandering around while the crowds were still everywhere, and he managed to get lost a few times. He eventually took out the sheet of paper from his pocket and texted the number, apologizing to Damion for being so late since he got lost in all of the crowds and had absolutely no idea where he was at the moment. He was alone now and he had no idea where to find Damion, not to mention any way to get to any place that was familiar to him. He hoped that Damion would get the text and find him. He mentioned the closest classroom because that would help. He just wanted to get out of there and not be lost anymore.
Damion saw the next and read the conversation. I guess the best idea is to pop up at his classroom. He told him to to move and stay put as he would be there soon. Damion took the stairs up and made right turn into the hallway with the classroom he mention. Damion hoped this was the right one because there were currently three science labs in the school. He didn't see Christ anywhere. "Damn it." He knew what he was feeling considering he was once a new student at this school. He looked on the third floor, but he still wasn't there, meaning, he must have been on the first floor. It took a while to get there but he finally made it, out of breath.
Chris had been waiting for Damion for a few minutes, and he was still worried about himself being alone and lost, but he noticed that Damion was standing right in front of him after a while, and that brought him some feeling of comfort. "Oh…hey, Damion.. Sorry I couldn't meet you… I kinda got lost trying to find my way to you thanks to the crowds, the fact that I didn't know where to meet you, and because I barely know my way around the school. I am incredibly sorry for the inconvenience… I didn't mean to get lost like this…" He was worried that he had annoyed the other by not showing up, though he had no way to confirm that. "Anyways…if you're not annoyed…why is it that you wanted to meet me?"
Damion took Chris's arm and pulled him in for a hug. "Jeez you had me worried from the way you texted me. Just call next time." Damion let go of him. He realized he was wearing his jacket. It looked to big on him . He looks so fucking adorable. "Anyway, I wanna take you to my place if you're not doing anything." Damion was being overly nice to him which he doesn't really do. Damion really didn't want to mess this up.
(Sorry. I was a little busy hating humanity five seconds ago. I still hate it, but hey, I can at least write without trying to write nothing but murder now.)
"I guess I can go over to your place," Chris said. "I don't mind. Also, I only texted since you didn't have my number and I didn't want you thinking I was a random person. It's kinda why I started the text with stating who I was. Sorry for worrying you, by the way. I don't know why I thought you'd be mad at me for this, but I did. It's just…this school is huge and I've been here for a day. I barely know my way around… Anyways, let's just go back to your place now."
(Don't worry about it I was listening to Disney song and seeing ho well i knew them)
Damion chuckled at his response. "I would be mad or annoyed rather if you've known the school, but you're new here, so you're new here, so I'll let you off the hook." Damion let him out the school in a matter of minutes. He actually wasn't that far from then entrance. "How about everyday I'll walk you out of school from you're classroom to the entrance? Damion felt uncomfortable in his back for some reason. "Hey can you do me a favor and check to see if any feather are crinkled. Something hurts and I'm not sure what." Damion turned around and spread open his wings. The went from the classroom to four classes down.
"I wouldn't mind that. It beats getting lost and almost trampled on. Seriously, how am I the only student who's this short? Every other student is at least two to three inches taller than me. Not to mention they all seem to be stronger than I am. I'm surprised that I didn't get knocked over, honestly… I swear, being short is gonna be an issue here…" Chris said while walking with Damion before they stopped and Damion spread his wings out. "Oh, I see what your problem is. Just hold on a second. I should be able to fix this in just a couple of seconds, and then you'll be just fine." He smiled sweetly as he helped the other. "There we go. That should fix it."
Damion closed and opened his wings a few times. "Thank you, much better. Yeah you are pretty short. What was the problem, I don't know why but it felt real cramped for some reason." Damion already had big wings, but them hurting like this never happened to him at least not in this school. Once they go out he turned to Chris. "Think you can keep up with my flying?"
(Why am I wanting draw these two at about two in the morning? I need to be asleep, not thinking about art. Anyways, I am going to go to bed before my parents get even more annoyed with me. If I can't sleep, I'll send a random reply later.)
"I don't like being short…" Chris pouted adorably, though he had always been insecure about how he was noticeably shorter than everyone else he knew, especially in a large school like that. "Anyways, I can try to, but I'm not sure. I don't fly much, and I'm tiny and not athletic. I'll try to keep up, but I'll call for your attention once I can't, okay? I'll allow you to fly for a bit after that, though, since it does look like you would benefit from stretching your wings out a bit."
(kk)
Damion blushed at his pout. How can he be this cute,?! Probably cause isn't a sex crazed maniac like me. I should really work on that. "How about this instead." Damion picked him up princes style and launched himself off the ground. "This is much easier. Don't you think, my prince." He joked. He begun to fly slowly instead of speeding home. Besides he was in no rush, mom was home today so he doesn't have to cook, but he still had to pick them up from school. Shit! "Chris, is it okay if we make a small detour I need to pick up my siblings from school." Damion was afraid to look at Chris because of how cute he might be looking right now.
"I don't mind. I just hope that none of them question what's going on or dislike me for whatever strange reason… I mean, that shouldn't happen as long as you get along with your siblings so they at least don't hate your friends, but still. Anyways, yeah, I really don't mind. I'm sure that your family would be happy with you picking them up rather than leaving them there because you wanted to invite me over," Chris said. He never had time to react to how he was being carried or what he was called since Damion quickly went to the subject of his siblings, but it's not like he would've known how to reply to any of it, so he kept all the thoughts of confusion after realizing everything to himself.
"Perfect." Damion turned the other way and started to fly in that direction. Luckily his school wasn't as that far away from their's. He landed safely like he always did before. Kids started coming out the building, but none of them were his brothers. He waited for while soon seeing three boys who were pulling and playing with each other. "That's them." Damion sighed. "Guys cut it out alright you shouldn't be pulling and hitting each other, you're brothers."
"Damion!" They all got excited and ran towards their big brother and almost tackled him. "You haven't picked us up in what felt like a decade!" One yelled.
"I know, I know, guys this is Chris. He'll becoming over to today. Treat him nicely alright?" Damion gave strict orders.
"Hi, everyone…" Chris said shyly. "So, yeah, I am going over to your house for a while. I really hope you guys don't mind me being there…" He wasn't sure how well he'd be accepted by the others, mainly because he had just met them and Damion had only met him earlier and wanted to bring him home, so it's not like the others knew anything about him or his existence at the moment. "Anyways…since we have all of you guys now…I'd say that we can go to you house. I'll try to stay out of your way if you want me to, really… I'd rather not be an inconvenience to anyone…" He sure was awkward around new people, but he knew that siblings didn't always respond so kindly to their other siblings randomly bringing other people over.
"Brother!" Richie called in a concerning. voice
"Yes Richie?" Damion answered.
"Why is he so short?" Rich got a hard hit on his head.
"We don't talk about that. You guys know what to do I'm here to make sure you get homestead. Mom doesn't want you flying home from school alone." Damion picked up Chris once again. "Let's go." The other siblings started to fly home racing through the trees to see who can get home first. "I swear, they can be so reckless sometimes. Sorry about Richie he doesn't know any better. I mean I did the same thing but I think it hurts the more it get's pointed out."