check yes, juliet. [abigail.]

[damien jonathan harris]

damien had just gotten done with a shoot and to save himself some time and sanity later, he decided to go to the schools courtyard to try and sort through some of the photos. since he didn't live on campus, he wasn't too sure that he could actually be in the courtyard when it wasn't a weekday, but damien didn't care. the school should be grateful for damien! he blessed them with a sense of humour and a strategic plan for if the zombie apocalypse ever happened at concord! damien had told the principal and she had laughed. most principals would have sent damien on his merry way to the mental hospital, but not even she could resist his enthusiasm. "mr. harris i ensure you that we already have a plan for this so called...zombie apocalypse, but i promise i will take some of your ideas and address them to the board." damien was sure going to miss the principal when he graduated this year, oh yeah, and the awesome janitor. hank believed in the zombie apocalypse too! everyone should really have their plans made out for the zombie apocalypse.because one day it will happen.

it's all a matter of when and where.
not like damien sat up late at night thinking about these things...
no. no.
nothing like that.

damien made his way onto a cool, marble picnic table that was shaded by a giant tree. it was a great way to beat the california sun and damien knew at once that this was the perfect place to delete some pictures. if you were under pressure, picture taking could become very difficult. you get nervous, delete the wrong ones, and BAM. the future of that potentially amazing picture is destroyed. he needed time to sit and imagine what the picture could be if it was edited. never mind, this is all just a bunch of damien ramble. pay no attention. he began his search through his camera. they came out lovely and damien was happy to say that he wouldn't be deleting too many today. that was always a nice feeling, knowing that you didn't mess up too bad on a shoot. about halfway through his search, he absentmindedly pulled a flower from a bush nearby and began to trace little circles with it on his cheeks. after he grew bored of this, damien stuck it between his ear and his hair, finally getting back to business. there was no flower play in deleting pictures!

though the boy couldn't stay focused for too long, so he began to hum a little tune. the whole sight must have been very strange to any onlookers, but than again, when didn't damien look strange? at least he didn't have ursula with him this time.

[abigail kaelin valentine]

it was like a re-run of the breakfast club. abigail had completely forgotten about the last two english assignments that had been set deadlines for yesterday and had shown up empty handed. it didn't help that her english teacher was someone who enjoyed pointing out the flaws in everything a student ever had done. yeah, abbi had been made to write all of her assignments out today, on the humble day that was a saturday. the pencil landed heavily on the desk and abigail walked forward to the front of the class, handing in her assignments. "i hope you've learnt a lesson from this, miss valentine." abigail just nodded her head sheepishly, throwing her back over her shoulder and exiting the classroom, soon exiting out the main doors.

the californian sun hit her pale face with a push as abigail pulled the hair band out of her blonde locks. she needed to find some place to hang- after almost five hours of english work without a break, you got pretty restless. she sighed heavily, but then noticed the back of someone's head sitting out on one of the picnic tables. with abigail's curiosity getting the better of her, she began to make her way over to where the male was sitting, and as she got closer she realised who he was.

damien. abbi smiled a little as she noticed a flower tucked behind one of his ears. it didn't really surprise her, damien was a free-spirit and a half. "hey shitface." abbi grinned at him and sat down opposite damien, looking at the camera he was holding. "you're gonna get shot if they find you on school premises, you know." but abigail wouldn't allow that. oh no. not her glitter loving friend.

[damien jonathan harris]

damien smiled and let out a strange little "hooplah" sound when he saw abigail walk towards his little bench. finally a relief from the tension of photo deletion. you'd be surprised how much pressure you put on yourself! or maybe damien was just crazy. that was always a possibility. the boy definitely had some issues. "shitface! i did not know my face was made from shit. i suppose i should go get that checked out." damien touched his face, feeling for any signs of faecal matter. nope, nothing. clean, smooth, human flesh. "hello my little gremlin", damien greeted, removing the tulip from his hair. he hadn't bothered to look at it until now. it was rather pretty. white with just a few strands of pink flowing through it's petals. what a waste. damien almost felt bad about plucking it from it's home. maybe an army of tulips would try to kill him in his sleep tonight.

damien swooped the flower down abbie's forehead and dragged to the tip of her nose. he then proceeded to give the tip of her nose a little tap and made a "bop" sound as damien did so. the boy was a bit strange at times. "for you my dear...i got you a flower!" lies, lies, lies. "i know, i know. but they love me. i'm sure i could wiggle my way out of any situation." damien paused for a moment, then remember what he had to show abbie. "look, i have a suprise for you!" damien rolled up the leg to his pants and showed her a nice, fresh, new band aid that his mother had put on damien this morning. the idiot had dripped over both of the cats. his mother wasn't too happy about it, but as if he was still a little kid, she dropped what she was doing, sat damien on the counter, and bandaged up his leg. mostly because he was too tall for her to reach anyways. at least on the counter his knee was somewhat eye level.

damien toyed with his camera a bit, smiling at the thought. band aids. abbie's only weakness. "are you camera shy?"

[abigail kaelin valentine]

abbi giggled at damien's gentle movements as he examined the flower that was in front of him. truth be told, only damien could pull of the whole 'i'm-a-boy-and-i-pick-flowers' thing. then again, no-one was quite as strange as he was- but that was a good thing. a very good thing. abnormality was a great thing, or at least to little miss valentine it was. it meant that you were different to other people, unique.

"for you my dear, i got you a flower." damien trailed the flower down the bridge of her nose, and abigail took it from him, playing with the delicate petals that surrounded the centre of the flower. "why, thankyou." she smiled back at damien, pushing a little bit of hair out from her face and tucking it behind her ear. "i didn't get you anything, but then again, i think my presence is just enough." grinning cheekily, abigail watched as damien began to pull up his trouser leg. oh no. she knew what was coming.

bandaids. ew. so she had a phobia of the weirdest thing ever, but she didn't care. valentine jumped quickly up from the bench and cowered a way, squinting her eyes shut tightly to block it out. ewewew. luckily she hadn't seen too much of it, otherwise she would have ended up in tears- and that wasn't good at all. "don't." when damien pulled his trouser leg back down abigail made her way back to the bench. "you're so mean. i don't know why i put up with you." she pouted, half smiling at him. "are you camera shy?" "i'm being stubborn because you were mean." she pouted once more, crossing her arms firmly across her chest. "do you have glitter on you?" it was a sensible question- it was damien, after all. "i'm not if you do.."

[damien jonathan harris]

"psh, that's a crappy gift. i was hoping for a shiny red balloon or an army of cannibalistic emus. oh well. i guess i'll take your presence", damien mumbled, a bit disappointed. imagine what you could do with an army of emus! they can dance for hours and make you laugh! plus you can ride them to and from school, scaring your enemies in the process. damien wasn't too sure where you could even buy emus, if it was possible to buy them at all. he'd just have to add that to the list of impossible things he'd like to do before he died. that and swim on top of a narwhal in the ocean. that one was a bit more dangerous.

damien giggled to himself, when abbi left the table, in fear of his new band aid. the girl was a bit of an odd ball. "i'll never be understand your fear of band aids. is it the part where you have to tear it off and all your hair comes with it? or just the weird feeling you get when you touch it and realise that you it is not your human flesh you are touching?" damien had a million possibilities in mind as to why abbi feared them, but they were probably all wrong.

"i think you put up with me, because deep down, you love me dearly. it's okay, i already know." damien put on an angelic smile and made a strange motion with his hands, as if he was just accepting another one of his many compliments. this was not true, but damien liked to pretend. IMAGINATION. "i was not mean, i am a kind soul. if you keep saying mean things to me, i'm going to go tell the mole people where you live. they will then drill a hole right under your floor and steal you, making your their mole queen." mole people freaked damien out. a lot. that and oompa loompas, but that rant was for another time. did he have glitter on him? damien scrounged around in his pockets, wondering if maybe he possible had a smile vile on him for an occasion like this. sadly he did not. damien looked at abbi and shook his head, shame, shame. "no, i do not. i just like taking pictures. i'll owe you two vials of glitter...count em', TWO!"

[abigail kaelin valentine]

"it is not a crappy gift at all, mr harris. i am amazing and sparkly, and i come with handcuffs so you can keep me forever and ever." now that, that was another one of abigail's little obsessions. handcuffs. it wasn't meant to sound kinky, because that wasn't why she liked them that much- though they did help but that was beside the point. most of them had glittery fur around the edges, and glitter and fur were two things that were simply wonderful to little miss valentine. yes, she was weird. and yes, she was proud.

damien started talking about the devil that was a bandaid again. she didn't like them. period. no-one just understood, she didn't either. "shusssssh." she said firmly, clapping her hands over her ears in a childish manor in order to block out the sound. "you're making me all sad." oh now that was not good at all. sad abbi was not fun, she was.. well. sad.

a small chuckle escaped abigail's heart-shaped lips, "of course i love you. you're my sparkly-penis friend." yes, one too many drinks can lead to glitter being thrown everywhere, pushed into places it should not be pushed into and.. well. do i need to explain further? no, didn't think so. "in that case, i'm very photogenic." she pouted her lips in some victoria beckham like fashion and batted her eyelashes quickly. "i demand two pots of silver glitter, dear sir. we have a deal."

[damien jonathan harris]

"handscuffs, eh?" damien asked, with a wink. "well i guess that isn't a bad gift after all." he nudged abbi and gave her an over dramatic wink. of course, he knew about the girl's strange obsession with glitter. he wasn't really making a pass at his friend. "how am i making you sad? i just want to know why you are afraid of---you know---the b word! it is going to drive me insane. i want to help you get over your fears." damien would stay up all night thinking about it. he couldn't just let things go. he was the type of kid to bother you until you eventually gave in, but abbi seemed like she'd be a lot harder to crack.

"i wasn't aware that i had a sparkly penis...does that mean you love my penis? OH ABIGAIL, DON'T MAKE ME BLUSH LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL!" too bad no one was around. damien would have yelled even louder. he enjoyed embarrassing people, one of his many, stange pastimes. that and scaring people; both were excellent for a good chuckle. "two pots of silver! do you know how many leprechauns i'm going to have to kill in order to get those? oh well, i blame you." damien snapped not one, not two, but three pictures of abigail. "that's for all your damn silver." damien reached into his pocket, scrounging around for something to eat.

"would you like---" he pulled out two little pretzels. where did they come from? damien couldn't remember the last time he actually ate a pretzel, but oh well, food was food. "a pretzel!" he bit in to it and then proceeded to quietly go under the table and spit it out. disgusting. damien's eyes lingered on abigail's purse. didn't women carry the world with them in those things? "what do you have in that magical pot of gold that you call a purse, hmm?"

[abigail kaelin valentine]

"not in that way, damien." oh, the tease that she was. unfortunate for little damien. "i don't want to catch your std's. i have my own to worry about." abigail left a short chuckle escape the bridge of her lips, obviously being sarcastic about the whole thing. oh, little valentine was a virgin and she intended to stay that way until she was at least sure the set person she lost it to was going to be the one person she could stick with. or.. something like that, anyway.

ohhh, damien. you little burst of adorable. "i do! darn, you caught me out. i love all four point six inches of it." yes, the point sixth of an inch was important! don't judge. "my penis is bigger than yours. i'ma lady gaga. i was blessed." damien snapped a few pictures of her with the camera that was eagerly dripping from his hand. she didn't even bother to look up since she'd only realised after he'd taken them. "i'm scared with what you're going to be doing with these pictures." not true at all, but hey, it was damien after all.

no, abigail had heard his question about the dreaded b-words, but she wasn't going to answer. she was getting all creeped out now. not cool. nuh uh. "my purse?" abigial looked down at the bag that was next to her side and pulled it up onto the picnic table, emptying the contents and staring at the objects. nothing exciting, really. there was her mobile phone, her ipod, a small vile of purple glitter, a bunch of chocolate that she'd stolen from her brother, 'the vampire diaries' and a lovely pack of tampons. ahh. "keep the tampons, you might need them."

[damien jonathan harris]

"awh man, that's not fair. i was really looking forward to it. you are such a tease", damien said, in a huff. he mock glared at abbi and shook his head in an "intimidating" way. damien was about as intimating as....that rock by his feet. the little, tiny rock that had a bit of a shine to it. what a nice rock, maybe he should steal it for later. "i knew you had to have more std's than i did! i just knew it!" damien was std free. that was the way to be. YOU NKOW?! "and you looked like such a kind young girl. this nation stole your innocence!" they had gotten to abbi. oh no. the world was doomed. damien was the only pure soul left on the planet. he'd have to invest in a shovel soon.


"FOUR POINT SIX INCHES?!" damien yelled, jumping up in the air! "OH MAN! THAT'S SO NICE OF YOU! BECAUSE I'M ONLY THREE INCHES HARD!" again, sadly no one was around to hear this. it was very disappointing. he sat back down and gave abbi a strange smile. "don't flatter me! and i love lady gaga, so i think we should get married and have a bad romance, okay?" damien giggled at his lame joke. he loved lady gaga. a little too much i'd say. he smirked when abbi mentioned her fear of what damien would do with the newly taken photos of her. oh yes. "the world will never know. i'll use them for my own personal things later..." no. he would edit them and send them to her, but that's okay. it was fun to pretend.

damien searched through the pile of crap that was in abbi's purse. somewhat disappointing. "how did you know that i wouldn't eat chocolate? you planted it in there so i'd get excited, you she devil. i will not eat anything that was made from oompa loompas. bunch of demonic creatures they are. and i will keep the tampons, thankyouverymuch." he grabbed the tampon, not too sure how these magical things worked. "how do i do it?" damien asked, toying with the small, plastic covered object. "girls are so weird", he mumbled, placing it down on the table. he moved on to the next item, the vampire diaries? "so if i were to tell you that i was a vampire, would you love me forever?"

[abigail kaelin valentine]

"darn. i didn't know my sexual diseases were so obvious." out of lack of things to do, abigail pushed herself up on the picnic table so that she was now sitting on the actual table itself, and not on the bench where you were supposed to. ooh, the rebel. note sarcasm. "it's all your fault. your sexual presence is just too much for me, i don't know what to do with myself so i have to sell myself on street corners. it's a hard life."

as damien pounced up, abigail laughed, emptying the vile of glitter that was next to her and throwing it so delicately at him, watching as the small flakes began to stick to his clothing. "I HAD THE URGE." she defended quickly, knowing he would have something to say about that, but she didn't care. damien was used to it by now, and half of the time he enjoyed the epic sparkles. oh yes he did. "there's a place in scotland where you can get married before you're eighteen. i think we should have it there." abigail harris? it could work. she'd miss her valentine, but hey.

abbi laughed a little. she had no idea why damien didn't like chocolate, it was life's gift. apart from when you got fat- because that wasn't fun. "i have skittles too!" she said, pulling the red packet out of her jacket and throwing them at damien. sugarsugarsugar. "well, you're supposed to stick it up your vagina. but, as we've discussed, your four point six inches wont be able to take it." she watched in amusement as he tried to figure out how to use the thing, ahhh. damien. "if i told you i was a vampire, would you love me forever?" oh. well. "of course." she said, staring down at the book herself.

[damien jonathan harris]

"they practically shout at me. you should really learn to control them." if only std's really could yell at people. it would prevent a lot of unwanted things from spreading around. damien made a mental note to try and figure out a way to make this idea happen. he'd make millions, millions i say! "i knew i saw you on the street corner the other day! i waved, you didn't smile back and threatened to open my bowels." good times, good times. the price for being friendly! people today were so touchy. damien wasn't a weirdo, he was just a friendly.

GLITTER?! "my only weakness in life! where do you keep getting all this glitter from?" damien asked, raising an eyebrow at abbi. the girl always seemed to have lots of it on her, it had to have a source. damien rubbed the glitter in to his skin and moved his arm in the sun, catching the glitter's well...glitter. "it's beautiful! you always know just how to complete my outfits!" any normal person might be disturbed if they were to have a vial of glitter thrown t him, but between the two friends, this was a daily occurrence. "sweet! well lets hop in the jeep, what are you waiting for?! we will get married and my hairless cat can be my best man...and you can have someone we find out the street as your made of honor! beautiful!" damien could only imagine.

"skittles!" damien did a little victory dance, before opening the back and dumping them out on to the table. he needed to sort them by color now, damien didn't eat the orange ones. "the orange ones remind me of an oompa loompa, therefore, they are evil." he began his sorting process, making sure that the orange ones were far in the corner. damn little things. "damn, i was really hoping i'd be able to use a tampon. and really? because you know...i can totally become a vampire. all to win your heart, of course."

[abigail kaelin valentine]

"i should really get these things checked out, huh?" oh no, walking around with a large amount of std's was just wrong. how was she going to live with herself? damien would probably come up with some sort of plan to help her get rid of the darn things, since he probably had stacks of paper filled with his emergency plans. "that's because i was working. you're not allowed to smile! my boss keeps me locked in the dungeon if i smile, sometimes he ties me up. it's not fun." she shook her head, bowing it a little in a mock.

"where do you get all this glitter from?" she had her resources, but when it was only fifty cent at a craft store she knew what she had to do. "come here, i'll reveal the secret." abigail moved closer into damien, so that she could whisper in his ear - despite the fact that no-one was actually around, but that was more than likely because it was a stupid day to even be anywhere near school. "i poop glitter." she pulled away and nodded enthusiastically, laughing a little.

abigail watched in mild amusement as damien began sorting through the skittles and placing the orange ones into a pile where he didn't have to touch them. strange boy. "you've won my heart already, handsome." oh, if only she could actually tell him.

[damien jonathan harris]

"yes, they might start to over take your body, you know." that would be a terrible mess for abbi. having a bunch of std's trying to over take your brain could get vicious. "aww, that's so sad my love. i'll make sure not to make you smile when i see you working and give you extra money. that'll get you on your bosses good side in no time!" damien really didn't want to give any pimp money, because he was afraid of dying. poor abbi! damien leaned in next to abbi, as she whispered her magical secret to him. having her so close to his ear sent shivers down his spine. he listened closely and was surprised to find out that abbi's glitter came from...

her poop.

"so i have been being sprayed with your glitter poop all this time?!" damien exclaimed. after a few moments of silence, damien said "cool." well it was kind of cool. damien's poop was just poop. abbi had magical feces! "you can make millions!"

"i've won your heart, eh?" damien asked, a smile playing on his lips. it quickly dropped however and damien looked abbi square in the eyes. "do you think it would be weird i we ever dated? i mean....just saying...if i ever---" his words after this became jumbled and incoherent.

[abigail kaelin valentine]

yes. glitter came out of her poop. to be honest, that probably didn't really surprise anyone since the girl was practically made of the sparkly substance. her parents were definitely worried about her immaturity levels. "it's a secret though! you can't tell anyone.. otherwise i'll poof into a big ball of glittery mess." oh now that wouldn't be cool. who would be able to throw glitter at damien when she had dissolved? no-one. that's who! "you could make millions!" "ssssshh! the exterminators will hear you! i'm too sparkly to die."

abbi noticed damien's facial structure change a little, this time becoming a little more serious than the usual damien. "do you think it would be weird if we ever dated? i mean....just saying...if i ever---" abigail's eyebrows crossed a little as she began to think about it in more thought. sure, she'd thought about it before but now damien was admitting he had been too. "we are weird." she said honestly, it was true. without really thinking, abigail moved closer into damien- hoping she hadn't pulled off the wrong sort of messages from it all. for some reason or another.. she kissed him. abbi pulled back slightly, "you tell me. did that feel weird?"

* i didn't know what to put xD. she loves him, finds him attractive but doesn't want to admit it. c:

[damien jonathan harris]

damien made a motion with his hands, as if he was zippering his mouth shut. "your strange, little secret is safe with me. i will take your bowel movements to my grave." damien was an excellent secret keeper! the only person he'd tell was ursula and he wasn't even human so...well maybe he shouldn't tell ursula. that cat was very strange and damien wouldn't be surprised if it would start talking soon. "though i could sell you out and make millions of dollars. ripley's is always looking for a new act." he looked at abbi's arms. she was not too sparkly to die! "as if! i am way more sparkly than you. you have barely any sparkly to you today. i am so disappointed, young lady!"

oh my. damien's eyes were wide open now. did abbi just kiss him? his body was a bit in shock, but after abbi asked how he felt...damien sort of got a goofy grin on his face. "i---i don't know. i'll have to try it again." he gave abbi a short, but sweet kiss on the lips and the smile returned once more. "nope, it didn't feel weird to be. what about to you?"