Post by zombiie on Jun 15, 2011 11:29:13 GMT -10
| Damien listened to the partying around him. It was sensational. Everyone was screaming and dancing. They were on the second floor, to where no naughty teenagers could hear the insane, totally not appropriate, party. He sat down on a couch beside the rest of his band and put his big, black boots on the table. He watched as lights flashed around and cute girls danced in a way that got him. He watched them while his bandmates talked about really random stuff. He pushed his black hair away from his face to reveal lovely hazel eyes encircled with a reddish pink. Making it look like he hadn't slept in days. Which, he hadn't of course. He was partying, and making sure his little sister, Nova, was okay. Speaking of Nova, he had no idea where she was. Hopefully not downstairs with all the others weird little teenagers. He closed his eyes and waited. Waited for something interesting to happen. He heard his own music playing and smiled. My Dysfunctional Romance. They saved lives, some said. Damien thought it just made a bunch of teenagers stalk them around. But at least he was making people happy. And that was what truly mattered. |
