Damien LaVey x Reader (Monster Prom) {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 1

_.+Y/N's POV+._

First day of the last semester and I was already in hell. Well, that could be taken literally, considering I was at Damien's house, in hell. We decided to skip school to destroy a bunch of things, and once we had done that, go over to his place to play video games. Damien and I had just finished setting the school's bathroom on fire, and laughing our asses off. We were getting more gasoline he kept in his room somewhere, and that's when I heard a knock at the door. 

"It's open!" Damien said, still looking for the extra gasoline. The door opened and from behind it was one of Damien's dads. He looked at me and smiled. "You must be one of Damien's friends, correct? Hopefully your not as destructive as him!" He jokes. "Actually," I say, just a little matter-of-factly, "We just finished setting the schools bathroom on fire, and laughing like the shits we are, so nope, just as destructive. Oh, and I'm Y/N!" "Nice to meet you, Y/N!" Said Damien's father. "Found it!" Damien emerges from the pile of trash and dirty clothes he made, holding a barrel of gasoline. We say bye to Damien's dad, then set off to destroy other shit.

_.+Time skip brought you by my laziness+._

After a long day of destroying things, I went over to Damien's place to play the game that brings out everyone's true demons... (well, not really for Damien, but continuing) Mario Kart. "Hey, Damien!" I said, with a hint of eagerness in my voice. "Yeah?" "I bet you can't beat me, and if you do, I'll let you set my house on fire!" "Oh, it's on!" After a heated session of Mario Kart, I won! "GOD DAMNIT! What do I have to do?" Damien asked, clearly mad. "Just lemme (smash-) stay for tonight, I'm kinda tired anyways." Damien agreed, then for another four hours, we started to play more Mario Kart, occasionally playing something else to take a break from the raging and immense amount of cussing. Damien and I got tired after the last round of Mario Kart, of course, with Damien losing at every round we played. "You can sleep on my bed, I can sleep on the couch in the living room, I do that most the time anyway." Said Damien, nudging the direction of his bed. "Nah, I'm good sleeping on the couch."

And of course, it ended up being a fight over who would sleep on the couch and who would sleep on the bed. We agreed to both sleep on the bed, but to separate us, put some of  Damien's clothes between the two of us.

_.+LE TIME SKIP+._

I wake up to the smell of burning bacon. I look over to Damien's half of the bed to see he's not there. Probably burning someone's house down  I thought to myself. But to my shock, he was actually trying, emphasis on trying, to make breakfast. Everything he 'cooked' was burnt; burnt bacon, burnt eggs, and even burnt milk! This boy really needs help  I think to myself. After a few minutes of painfully watching Damien attempt to make breakfast, I snap my fingers to get his attention. "Oh! Y/N, your up! As you can probably see, I was making breakfast!" He said, acting like nothing was wrong, even though he was clearly annoyed. "Move outta the way, let me do it, ya dumbass!" I said, ready to cook up a storm and make Damien even more annoyed.

After a few minutes, I had made a mountain of pancakes, a whole lot of eggs and bacon, and made sure that the milk I poured wasn't burnt. Damien's dads were also up by the time I had finished. All they had to do was glance at the buffet of food and their mouths would drop to the floor. And that's almost exactly what happened. "Y/N, did you make this?" Asked one of Damien's dads, clearly dumbfounded at what was set before him. "Ya-huh! Now hurry up and eat before it gets too cold!" After the four of us had finished, Damien and I got ready for school. Since I didn't have any clothes, I wore the ones I wore for the entirety of yesterday, so I did have SOME ash on them, but it didn't matter. Damien did the same thing, not because he didn't have any clothes, but because he was lazy.

_.+AFTER ARRIVING AT SCHOOL+._

Damien and I couldn't care less about class, so we just hung out in the bathroom, cuz we didn't respect any authority. After a few hours of being idiots and vandalizing the stalls with the sharpie I brought, the lunch bell rang, so we went over to the cafeteria. As soon as we'd got there, we started racing over to the only spare table left, seeing who would get there first. I was in front of him by a long shot, but I soon tripped over my shoelace, which came undone. A few seconds after, Damien tripped over me. He fell straight onto my back. I felt something in my hand crack, since I had fallen on it, and the extra weight of Damien must've broken it. Everyone crowded around us, and some even heard the crack. "Are they OK?" "I heard something crack!" "Should we get a nurse or something?"

_.+Damien's POV+._

I couldn't see Y/N, so I thought I had over-taken her without noticing, then a few seconds later, I tripped over something, then almost instantly, I heard something crack, and at the same time realizing the thing I had tripped over was Y/N. Then, as if on que, everyone came rushing over to us, nervously whispering. I was so overwhelmed with emotions I was pretty much frozen, and that's saying a lot. After a few seconds I had realized Y/N had passed out, so I was now on top of an unconscious Y/N. I quickly got off of her, then sat next to her, wondering what I should do.

_.+Time skiparoo+._

After a few minutes, I had expected Y/N to wake up, yet she was still out cold. The crowd was still there, nervously standing there, when I soon heard Calculester. "Hello, Friend Damien, why is this crowd surrounding you and Y/N, and why does Y/N seem to be unconscious with a broken hand?" Calculester asked, with his screen face thing showing ':\'. "Y/N and I were having a race to see who could get to the only empty table here, then I fucked up by tripping over her and landing right on her, which is probably why she has a broken hand." The crowd then started to clear off after I had told Calculester what happened. These fuckers I thought to myself, a little pissed at them, but more worried for Y/N and her hand. Calculester understood and helped me carry Y/N to the nurses office. As soon as we had taken her to the nurses office and put her onto a bed, she woke up, she looked at her hand, and...

OOOH, CLIFFHANGER PROBABLY NO-ONE WILL SEE!! Anyways, I've been working on this for two days, I have ideas, I'm just really tired. anyways, SEEYA LATER, MA MEMEY BOIS!

- memes is always the answer