Silver Lace

Silver Lace (15)

It had been 3 months since the big storm of October, the night the power went out until 10am the next day. Jamie and myself had god to the wrestling show, I'd saw all of my favourites, John Cena, The Miz, Dolph Ziggler, not to mention an uncharacteristic high-5 from my hero, CM Punk. It was the greatest night of my entire life.

Now, we sat in a small bar downtown, the usual group plus a couple of my 'emo friends' as the others referred to them as. We sat gathered around two large pool tables, sitting in beanbag cushions, sofas, arm chairs, bar stools and window sills. Every now and then I ventured out into the bitter cold to have a smoke with my friend George. That's right, I'd now started smoking,p. I'd always said it was a disgusting habit and now here I was, enjoying the sensation of the cigarette while I chatted with George.

"Damon really loves you, you know" he turned to me and said.

I smiled with satisfaction and my eyes must have lit up, "I know" I replied with a one sided smile, "I love him, very much" I said turning to George, my head crooked, looking at him with my crooked smile from a mysterious angle.

I didn't know what was coming over me. Recently, I'd noticed myself changing a little, taking on the stance, the habits of Edward Cullen after having a 'Twilight Night' with everyone. Cheesy I know, but I hadn't done it purposefully, I'd done it subconsciously.

George chuckled, "he goes on about you all the time. It's enchanting the way he talks about you, the things he tells us. I want that. True love. Undeniable love. It's a beautiful".

"You're such a girl George" I told him, but he know I was joking with that. He jumped down from where we were sitting, to talk to our friend Michael. Of course, in typical Michael style, he began to do the Gangnam Style dance backwards into the bar. And I couldn't help but laugh my ass off at how serious he looked.

George looked back at my, his face creased with laughter and we headed back inside. Being the only three smokers there (that being myself, George and Michael) everyone else was still inside. I took my place back next to Damon, who wrapped his arm around me pulling me close to him. I saw Jamie sitting on a bar stool only 10 foot away from us, and the concerned, almost frightened look on his face as he scanned his cell told me he was still receiving those horrid text messages. Still, I was proud of him, for not letting them get the best of him. He was strong.

Conversations buzzed around the space we occupied, little segments of talk being heard every now and then. Damon nuzzled his face in my hair and whispered into my ear "mm, I don't want you to go".

I smiled crookedly (I JUST COULDN'T HELP IT) to myself, everyone around us oblivious to what we were discussing. "I know you don't, but it's all done now, this is good for me".

"Eurgh I know, I'm just going to miss you, our place (yes, OUR place asdfghjkl) will be lonely without you" he whispered to me, his words consuming my mind.

I closed my eyes with bliss "get some of the guys over then...."

"Mmmm" he wasn't taking in my words, he was to busy kissing my neck. I squealed. Any other time I would of enjoyed his display of affection, but we were surrounded by 30+ people and he was tickling my neck.

He laughed.

A friend of mine had moved to Chicago. He had opened his own photography business and was hoping to make it big. He knew how badly I wanted a career in photography and new I had skills, so had offered me a months trial at his business and if all went well, when college finished he was planning on offering me a full time position. Damon was happy for me, he knew this was the step I needed if I ever wanted MY own business, he just didn't want me gone for so long, non of my friends here did. I'd asked him to come with me, but his family needed him right now, and it felt selfish of me to take him away.

'Don't go"

Thats it, I was gone, off into my own little world where 'Don't go, don't leave, please stay, with me" was going round in my mind. But Damon knew this, and he nudged me playfully, laughing at me.

"Earth to Frankie" he said to me. I laughed at him but was distracted but the sudden uproar amongst my friends. Eager to see what the fuss was about I jumped up and pushed through the, to be faced with Luke and a bunch of rather large looking college boys with expressions on their faces you couldn't help but fear.

Oh god, why am I faced with you again.

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A/N ok I had to mention CM Punk and Chicago because I adore them both ok :')

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