I found myself pacing around my room.
Lunch.
That's all I can think of. That's the only thing in my mind.
What am I so worried ?
It's nothing. Just lunch. Alone. With Damon.
Knock knock
"That's him", I squealed. "Oh.. Shoot.. Ok ok.. Calm down."
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Hi", I breathed.
"Hi. ", Damon said with a heart melting smile.
Ok. Why is it only now that I seem to realise these little things ?
Awkward silence.
"Uhh..", we said at the same time.
I giggled nervously.
"Let's go.", Damon took my arm in his and took me to his car.
"So.. Um.. How are you?" I facepalmed myself. Once I said that, I felt pathetic. I see him everyday and it's NOW that I choose to ask ?
Pa-the-tic .
Damon chucked. "I'm good."
Once again, I'm Pa-the-tic .
"Where are we going?"
He ignored my question and just simply smirked.
We came to a stop.
"Aaand weeee areeee here.", Damon said, cutting the engine . He looked nervous. "A cafe. It's nowhere fancy, just... "
I gave a warm smile. "It's nice."
Damon looked relieved.
We went in and suddenly a lady about Damon's age came running to him and hugged him and .... Wait for it... And kissed him. On the lips. For a long time. Long long time.
I made a fake cough and she instantly pulled away.
She looked at me disgustedly. "Oh. You brought one of those", she sneered.
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A Stripper of a Neighbor
Teen Fiction-completed- A psychologist meets a stripper. A stripper of a neighbor; a story which will ( hopefully ) make you cry, laugh, and become all emo ! Ok.. Maybe not.. But GIVE IT A GO !
