I park my car on the driveway and hesitantly open the door.
Do I really want to know Damon's past romances? I am not too sure about that.
I've never asked him about how old he is. I am sure that he has hanged around for quite a time now.
Will today's discussion make any difference for us?
With a sigh, I turn the door knob. Its locked. Thank god, mom is at work. I don't want any audience.
Opening the door, I throw my bag across the living room.
I am starving. maybe from all the anxiety.
I search the cupboards and find some noodles. I decide to cook something with it which will keep my mind busy, hopefully. My mind and brain is on overtime.
I glance at the clock. It said 3 o' clock. When will he come? Will he come at all? Again, those negative thoughts.
With too much attention, I pour myself some juice and carefully plate the noodles. It looks delicious, only if I had the appetite it deserved. Sitting down, I stare at today's newspaper. Thief, politics, robbery are the headlines. Wow, what a world it is, I think.
An hour has passed. No sign of Damon. Should I call him?
No, I won't. I decide.
It was his own duty to arrive on time.
Maybe something changed? Maybe he ain't really interested in me.
I shove off these thoughts and concentrate on washing the dishes.
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Possessed by Damon Salvatore
FanfictionMeet Annette, the heart throb of every guy and a total bitch on the outside but a really vulnerable girl on the inside. She's always lust at first sight. She was forced to move to the small town of Mystic Falls, along with her mother. At first, the...
