famous last words. [ashley.]

[damien jonathan harris]

damien was in a pretty jolly mood at the start of his chat with his favourite women, but at the end, he was feeling a few rare emotions. jealousy? anger? no, it was mostly jealousy. damien was completely in love with ashley. he had been for...well since as long as he could remember. he'd do anything for her. he'd buy her the world if he could. he's always been there for her. and up until the past few months, damien had been the number one boy in ashley's life. now? mike. where the hell did he come from and what was so special about him? he couldn't understand why ashley was falling for this random guy! damien had everything this kid had, maybe even more.

no that wasn't true, manbearpig was a musician. ooo! look at the pretty musician. just because he was talented, good-looking, smart, sweet...

damien was getting way too worked up, but lately it had just been getting harder and harder to keep under control. now ashley wanted them to all hang out! really?! was she really that oblivious to damien's feelings? of course she was, he couldn't really blame her. the two had been best friends since they were little, it wasn't her fault that she didn't realise damien was crazy about her. she assumed it was just friendship. god, damien hated the friend zone. he needed to stop this mind ranting before ashley got here, because she can't know. he wasn't going to ruin her newly found love. he wasn't like that. all the wanted was for ashley to be happy.

but damn was damien getting lonely. he sat on the beach, head between his knees. damien needed ursula right now. he'd make everything better.

[ashley shaine avery]

ashley sighed, quickly logging off her computer. she ran a hand through her long, reddish hair and left her dorm room, heading out to the campus. she'd made plans to meet him at the beach so they could hang out. there was something...off about damien that evening, and ashley was determined to find out why. she hadn't done anything, had she? she racked her brains, trying to think about what she'd done in the past few days...nothing of major importance. she had been with him whenever she could, well, when she wasn't hanging out with mike, and she even had ursula with him...there was nothing bad.

ashley's mind was buzzing with thoughts as she made the short walk to santa monica beach, the light evening breeze tousling her hair as she made her way through the empty streets. she finally made it to the sandy shore, looking around for damien. there was no one else there, and ashley saw his shape hunched over, looking sad.

she made her way over, sitting next to him on the sandy dune. "hey," she said softly, resting her head on his shoulder as a greeting. she didn't know what else to say, there was a bit of tension in the air--and that never, ever happened between the two.

[damien jonathan harris]

"hello." damien let ashley rest her head on his shoulder, but then he turned around and embraced her in a soft, but loving hug. he just needed one so bad. even if she wasn't his, ashley felt perfect in his arms. he lingered for a few moments, before finally letting go and taking his place back down next to ashley on the sand. her presence had an instant affect on damien, he couldn't be mad at ashley. he couldn't be mad at man bear pig. he was more mad at himself. this whole lonely thing? yeah. that wasn't working. damien didn't want there to be any tension between the two. he just wanted his ashley back.


"how're you my love?" damien asked, tucking a bit of ashley's hair behind her ears. he didn't exactly sound chipper, but he was trying very hard to act normal.

[ashley shaine avery]

before she knew it she was wrapped in damien's arms in one of his world-famous hugs. it felt so nice and comfortable, all suspicions almost completely faded away. she tucked her head in the little space between his shoulder and neck, breathing in his scent. "i feel much better now," she said softly, feeling him release her.

they resumed their positions next to each other and ashley felt him move her hair, feeling protected and loved, how she always did when she was around damien. he was her best friend and she loved having someone who knew all about her. "i'm fine," she said, a small smile on her face. but she could sense damien's discomfort like a dog. "and now that we've got that cleared up, tell me, please, what is wrong with you and why you hate me." she turned her head to face the side of his, her eyes full of concern.

[damien jonathan harris]

"i'm glad", damien said, a slight smile on his lips. "i'd do anything to see you happy." this was a very true statement. damien really would do anything to see ashley happy. a few broken bones, a black eye here and there. damien had gone through all lengths to see that beautiful smile. at damien's next words, his jaw fell open. "you think i hate you? i could never, ever hate you. i love you so much." ashley could never understand how much i love you really meant to damien. "i could never hate you. there's nothing wrong with me." damien scratched the back of his neck, a very nervous habit. "...i guess i've been just a bit depressed lately. for a lot of reasons i guess." damien sighed. "i guess i'm just kind of lonely."

serious damien is a rare occurrence. this happens about once every few years or so. he didn't "do" sad. but lately...

[ashley shaine avery]

as much as ashley wanted to believe that damien was okay, she just couldn't. she knew her best friend well, and she was going to press this issue until she got a legitimate answer from him. "are you sure?" she asked, her voice cracking halfway through. ashley was definitely getting the feeling that she was being disliked by damien. "i love you too," she said, a smile on her face. she reached out to hug him, feeling helpless for some reason.

"you're doing it again, damien. that neck-scratchy thing. you do it when you're jittery." when he mentioned something about being depressed, she pulled back from him, looking him straight in the eye. "you're not allowed to be depressed!" she shook his shoulders, biting her lip. she stopped and felt her heart slow a little. "lonely? but why?! you've got me, your mom...ursula..."

[damien jonathan harris]

"yes, of course i'm sure. you are my best friend and that will never change." damien cracked a smile and accepted ashley's hug. he would never, ever get tired of them, no matter how upset he was. "...so you really don't like the troll necklace? i thought it was cute", damien asked, trying to change the subject. "what about the my chemical romance hoodie? it's even an extra tiny size, for an extra tiny person." of course ashley wouldn't let the subject go, apparently she knew damien's strange nervous habits better then he originally thought. damn best friend senses. it was like the sixth sense or the shining. creepy and unavoidable.

"you creep", damien half teased, dropping his hands immediately. "don't look at me like that woman", he mumbled, avoiding ashley's eyes. all he wanted to do was kiss her and pour out all his feelings, but damien wasn't going to do that. he was a "nice" guy. nice guys finish last, harris...shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.

"i wasn't aware that i wasn't allowed to be depressed", damien mumbled, running his hands through his hair. ashley...ursula...his mom? ashley really didn't get it at all. after a few moments of pondering how to respond, damien finally made eye contact with ashley. "ashley, i'm lonely, lonely", damien said, in a very, rare serious tone. "you get it?" damien hoped he didn't have to spell it out. he already felt like a loser.

[ashley shaine avery]

ashley felt a smile come across her face, making her giggle. "of course not, silly goose. i love any and all presents from you!" she said, giving him an extra squeeze. "hey! i'm not tiny, you asshole!" she said this all in a very loving way, mind you. she rolled her eyes playfully, releasing him completely. but back to serious time now.

"i will look at you like that until you tell me what's really going on!" she told him, looking at him with all seriousness and concern. this was definitely, definitely not how damien and ashley acted. something was definitely up.

"you aren't, no. cause then you're no fun and you make me depressed," ashley told him, biting her lip again. plus, depression led to stupid actions--like suicide or drugs. and ashley would never, ever let damien do anything stupid. when he finally met her eyes, she felt herself soften, allowing herself to see the pain behind his eyes. "lonely, lonely? how lonely is that, and why?" she shook her head. this whole seriousness was slightly frightening. "no, i don't get it."

[damien jonathan harris]

"you are very tiny", damien said, poking ashley's stomach. "i could easily smoosh you, shorty." everyone was short next to damien. being 6'2 had it's perks at times. he could tower over people and make them feel very, very little. he was king of the world. woo. "i am no asshole!" damien was nervous. he didn't like serious topics about...well...him. he could help out others, but when it came to serious matters of the heart with himself? damien couldn't do it. he felt itchy and uncomfortable. he loved attention, but not this kind. he didn't like being looked at under a microscope.


"nothing is going on ashley!" damien exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "i'm just---i don't know!" he was getting frustrated, because the truth wanted to make it's way to the surface. he just wanted to tear at his hair and scream in ashley's face. he just wanted to pour his heart out to her and---


"i don't want you to be depressed, okay?" damien said, calming down a little bit. at ashley's next words, damien tensed up once more. "because i'm only human ashley, i have emotions just like everyone else. how do you not understand? i'm lonely, i want someone to be with, i want someone to love. you know? that kind of lonely, ash. do you understand now?"

[ashley shaine avery]

ashley stuck her tongue out and flinched when he poked her belly. "no! bad boy, bad damien!" she pretended to scold, laughing the whole time.

"mhm, and i'm doctor suess," she retorted satcastically. "there is defintiely something going on!" she bit her lip, shaking her head. she didn't know what was going on but she wanted to know now.

"i'm no depress--" she was cut off my damien's explanation. he wanted a girlfriend, that was what all this was about. he was being mean and boring and mad at ashley because he wanted a .... girlfriend. "So you're lonely, you want a girlfriend.....and you're taking it out on me. and hating me, and being a douche?" this was highly too complex. "why?"

[damien jonathan harris]

"no, it's all in your head. there is nothing wrong with me. i'm damien and you are ashley. that's it. i'm fine. i just fell into a bit of a dark spell. you are imagining things, all in your head...all in your head", damien said, waving around his fingers in a "mystical style." he doubted this would work, but maybe mind games could help his situation a bit.

"i didn't mean to be a douche..." damien was trapped now, what could be possible say? no matter what he said next, he'd sound like an asshole anyways. 'oh yeah ashley, i've been madly in love with you for years and i'm jealous of man bear pig.' or. 'oh yeah ashley, i don't know why i'm being so mean to you, i'm just a big asshole.' number two sounded better. damien just wished she could figure it out for herself. maybe one day. not like it would change anything. "i'm sorry. i'm just frustrated, okay?" damien said, offering a smile. "forgive me?"

[ashley shaine avery]

ashley raised an eyebrow at him, a skeptical expression on her face. "oh really?" she asked him, squinting one eye. "i don't believe that, but you'll have to eventually tell me," she told him seriously, feeling very confused. damien was never, ever like this--serious and depresed and not funny and hyper.

"well, you still did," she grumbled, crossing her arms in a mad way. she looked away from damien, over the sea. the bean was illuminated by the street lights from the street behind it, but other than that it was really dark out there. she looked back over when damien began to say something else. "i'll forgive you, damien. but i definitely won't forget. i still want to know what's wrong." she bit her lip, feeling worried.

[damien jonathan harris]

damien mumbled something along the lines of "i'll never tell you" and then beamed at ashley. she'd never find out. OVER HIS DEAD BODY. she might be able to find out on his death bed and that was a maybe. damien wasn't very likely to have a death bed, because he was most likely going to be killed in some strange, quick accident. like falling from a tree. or some other horrible, but awesome accident. maybe eaten by an oompa loompa. no one would believe that one. being stabbed by a unicorn would be pretty sick as well.

"aww, don't be mad", damien whined, giving his best puppy dog eyes. fail. "don't worry, you'll never find out." he coughed and smiled a bit. ashley was going to beat him. "...so how's mike?" he asked, conversationally. damien actually did want to know. maybe he would have to start competing a little bit. he asked casually, as if he was just trying to change the subject.

[ashley shaine avery]

ashley scrunched up her face, feeling very defeated. "you're no fun!" she cried out, crossing her arms. she leaned back in the sand, pretending to be mad and or frusterated with damien. she was never, ever never going to speak to him again. she bit her lip to not talk to him--but she knew this whole thing wouldn't last long. she almost opened her mouth to tell him that she wasn't talking to him...but she caught herself just in time.

she sat up, though, as he said he next sentence. "i will be mad!" she cried, tackling him to the sandy floor so she was on top of him, her knees on other side of his torso, straddling him. she pinned his hands up over his head. now, ashley wasn't exactly the strongest person, so she was simply waiting to see how long damien would allow her to do this until he brushed her away like a fly. she paused, though, when he asked about mike. "oh, um, he's fine?" she said, feeling awkward and hot in the face. she knew she was blushing. but that was a good thing, right? that meant she liked this mike dude.

[damien jonathan harris]

"no you won't!" ashley could never stay mad at damien and vice versa. damien couldn't recall a time when they actually stayed mad at each other for more than a day at a time. the two were meant to be best friends. well in damien's mind, a little more than best friends. but lets keep that to ourselves, yes? all of a sudden, damien felt himself being knocked over and before he knew it, ashley was straddling him. hey, maybe she could read his mind! of course not. that would be a terrible, terrible thing.

"i--i---", damien stuttered, turning a bright shade of red. after a few moments of lying like this, he stared ashley right in the eyes. there was nothing lusty behind those eyes, just pure unimaginable love and affection. all damien wanted to do was kiss her and he was going to do it. he started to sit up a little bit and move ashley closer to him, when she mentioned manbearpig. crap. what was he thinking? damien plopped back onto the sand, a look of embarresment crossing his features. he was such an idiot. kiss ashley would be a terrible thing. not for him, but for her. she was blushing. SHE WAS BLUSHING?! AT MANBEARPIG?! damien gritted his teeth and put on his best fake smile, which was pretty convincing. "...so are you guys going to date", damien said. it wasn't a question.