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Damien Carmon Anderson. He was 18 and finally got to go to college and get away from his shitty father. Damien was currently packing his bags as fast as he could. He was going to an arts college. He was there for his cooking and yes, cooking can be an art. He wrote a entered a cooking competition and won in eleventh grade and got a scholarship for it. Damien scratched the eczema patch on the side of his face and walked downstairs with his bags.
"Can we go now?" Damien asked, ashamed that he even to ask his dad for a ride. His dad was way to cheap to buy him a car so he couldn't actually drive anywhere. He also didn't have a license.
"Let's go fag." The low grumble of his father's voice was enough to want to make Damien curl up in a ball. He wiped away a stray tear that had apparently fallen away. He loaded his bags into the trunk of the beat down car and sat in the passenger seat. Damien felt at peace watching the streets of Florida zip past, all the trees, the clear sky. It made him feel at ease. That is until he felt his father's hand on his upper thigh. He started scratching the eczema on his hand as if to say, 'Look how gross I am. You don't want to touch me.' When that tactic didn't work, he just looked down at the names on his wrists. On the left wrist, one of these sets were written in elegant, red letters:
'Roman, Ro, RoRo, Romano, Broadway, Brother, Bitch, Sir Sings A Lot, Princey, Romeo, Lovely, Gorgeous, My Love, Poppa, Uncle Roman, Mr. King'
Under those were bubbly, light blue letters that read:
'Patton, Pat, Pattoncake, Padre, My heart, Beautiful, Lovie, Mon Amour, Sugar, Patwon, Mr. Foster'
On his left wrist were two more sets of names. The first set was in either a really dark blue or black. Damien couldn't tell. All he knew was that the letters were boxy and boring.
'Logan, LoLo, Lo, Calculator Watch, Nerd, The Brain, Necktie, Darling, Honey, Sweetie, Dad, Mr. Smith'
The next and final set were in purple. The letters were rigged and looked like lighting bolts.
'Virgil, Virge, V, Dark and Stormy Knight, Emo Nightmare, Emo, Goth, That Bad Kid, Hot Topic, J.Delightful, A Ray of Sun, My Inchemically Balanced Romance, Edge Lord Of Creeptown, Jack Smellinton, Bud, My Dark Strange Son, A Sweet Baby Angel, My Storm Cloud, My Bat, Babe, Papi, Mr. Ansell'
The old, red car soon was parked in the parking lot of Damien's new college. He went to open the but it was locked as soon as he put his hand on it.
"What? Not gonna even say goodbye?!" Damien's dad growled.
"Sorry dad. Bye." He went to open the door again but his wrist was roughly grabbed by his dad.
"You know the rules. Kiss goodbye." Damien shivered when his dad pressed a kiss to his temple.
"Kay, bye, gotta go. Can't be late." He unlocked the door and shoved it open. Damien grabbed his bags from the trunk and ran to the fresh air, the sound of laughter, and to what would hopefully be his freedom from being made fun of.
~~~A week later~~~
Damien flopped onto his bed and groaned.
"Remus. Can you turn that down? My ears are bleeding." Damien had to scream over his roommate's music. He mumbled a thank you when the music was not only turned down, but off. His roommate sat next to Damien on his bed. Remus King. He had brown hair with a really random streak of silver in it. A weird moustache and eyebags rested on his face. Remus' sense of style was... odd. He normally wore black, fluffy, sparkly shirts and a bright green sash. He commonly wore black leather pants and black sneakers. That's basically what his entire wardrobe was.
"Shouldn't you be working?" Remus asked, tilting his head.
"Shouldn't you be fucking someone else who doesn't have a soulmate?" Damien asked, glaring at the octopus enthusiast. That was another thing. Remus didn't have a soulmate. Just an 'Highly annoying, Broadway loving, princely like brother Roman'.
"You're right! I should get on that! But first, I'm gonna annoy my brother." Remus picked up his phone.
"Hey Siri. Call Broadway." Remus said, flopping on his back.
"Your brother's contact name is Broadway?" Remus nodded.
"I call him it allllll the time." Remus said, waiting for him to pick up.
"And his name's Roman King?" Damien asked, earning another nod from Remus. Finally, his brother picked up and Remus put it on speaker.
" 'Sup bitch. Can I fuck your boyfriend?" Remus asked, smiling devilishly.
"Fat chance. But which one?" The voice on the phone sounded beautiful. Damien looked down at wrist. Is it possible that Remus' brother is Damien's soulmate? It's 50/50 people.
"If I say Logan will that give me a higher chance?" Once Remus got a no, he slummped.
"Then Patton." Remus got another no.
"Ugh. Fine. I fuck my roommate. Oh Damien~" Damien screeched and threw a pillow at him and giggled.
"Get away!" Damien laughed, kicking his roommate as he tried tickling him. There was a mesmerizing laugh over the phone.
"Your roommate's name is Damien? What a loser. Feel bad for him. His parents must hate him." Well now Damien really hoped that wasn't his soulmate. His laughs went quiet.
"Ro! That's rude!" Remus scowled and hung up.
"Now you know why I call him a bitch." Damien started to scratch his face but his hand was softly pulled away.
"You know the scratching makes it worse. I gotta go to work. See ya later." Remus gave Damien a quick and gentle hug before leaving. And for Damien, that hug meant everything. Nobody had given him a hug like that since his mom died. That hug let him know that Remus did care about him. That he was his friend.