The pic is of Damon, Alex and Graham. (Damon on the left, Alex in the middle, and Graham on the right)
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Three weeks later...
Leytonstone, East London
February 16th, 1995
I met him in a crowded room
Where people go to drink away their gloom
The music blared in my headphones, making me forget the pain in my legs. Sweat beaded my forehead as I ran. My eyes darted down to my Walkman, making sure it didn't fall out of my pants. The weather wasn't the best to run in, since it was February. It was quite cold outside, but I had to get back in shape for summer.
It had been about three weeks now since I had met Damon, but he never called. I wanted to call but I couldn't get the courage to. Though, I missed Alex too. I think I was just tired of being lonely.
He sat me down and so began
The story of a charmless man
Seeing my house come back into view, I decided to start slowing down my pace, panting heavily. I was out of breath and my nose was so cold to the point where it hurt.
Reaching for my front door, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw a random number calling. Since I was curious I decided to answer.
"Helloooo?" I began. Waiting for an answer, I used my key to unlock my door.
"Uh, is this Y/n?" I heard a familiar voice ask. A smile spread across my face as I recognized that voice as Damon's.
"Y-Yeah. Hey Damon." Finally getting inside, I closed the door behind me. I took my coat off, throwing it onto my couch.
"You recognize my voice? That makes me q-quite happy." Damon giggled. His giggle was contagious, making me smile to myself.
"Why'd you call?" I chatted, making my way to the kitchen.
"Well, I actually had a lot of fun the other day. L-Like I said, I want to see you again. Uhhh, would you like to go to that bar called... Bottoms Up...?" I could hear he was nervous.
"Yeah, sure. When?" I couldn't help but feel excited. Damon was a fun guy and I did want to see him again, even though I barely knew him.
"Tonight? Since it's Friday, you're not b-busy are you?" Damon asked. I shook my head in response, but then remembered he couldn't see me.
"No. I'm free tonight. What time should we go?" Tapping my fingers against my kitchen table, I waited for Damon to answer.
"How about 8?"
"Sure."
Now it was awkwardly silent. Trying to make it less awkward, I coughed, catching Damon's attention. It took me a minute to think of something to say.
"Well, I'm going to go get ready for our special night." I laughed. Damon chuckled on the other end.
"If that's what y-you want to call it." Damon joked. I giggled. We then decided it was best to hang up now.
"Alright, I'll see you tonight." Damon agreed with me.
"Yeah, see you tonight, Y/n." Then he hung up. I sighed, setting my flip phone down on the table. I checked my watch. 6:30 PM.
Before heading upstairs, I grabbed a granola bar off the counter, unwrapping it.
-smol time skip-
It was now 7:00. I had gotten distracted while watching TV. Heading to the bathroom, I grabbed my makeup bag and my hair brush.
Stepping outside the bathroom for a quick minute, I turned my stereo on, putting in a randomly picked Beatles CD. The music started playing and I happily made my way back to the bathroom.
Running my brush through my hair, I sang the words to Hey Jude. I was probably disturbing my mother, but I was too excited to care. I decided to (curl my hair/ straighten my hair) then I (put my hair in bun/ braid/ ponytail/ let my hair be).
Grabbing my makeup bag, I took everything out. I decided to do (a natural eye/ a smokey eye/ a colorful eye/ nothing) and a (red lip/ matte lip/ glossy lip/ bare lip).
"You know you twist so fine! Come on and twist a little closer now!" I sang as the ending of Twist and Shout was coming up. It had taken me a little while to just do that one bit, at least 6 songs had played.
Going to my closet, I threw on a black, cropped t-shirt, a pair of overalls with one undone button that covered part of my shirt, and a pair of black converse.
While I finished getting ready, I remembered Damon mentioning something about how the four of them were going on tour.
"I'll have to ask about that."
I checked the time on my watch. 7:45 PM. Giggling with excitement, I made my way downstairs to text Damon I was going to head to the bar a bit early. I was desperate for a drink at the moment.
Once I made my way to the kitchen table, where I left my small phone, I opened up my contacts and immediately pulled up the number he called from earlier.
Me: Hey Dames I'm gonna head over to the bar a bit early.
609-941-1439: Alright. I'll hurry up then.
Me: Ok, see ya.
609-941-1439: See ya.
Feeling happy, I saved his number under my new name for him, Dames.
Sighing in content, I grabbed my car keys and made my way out the door. I slipped on my winter coat and made sure to grab my purse. In all honesty, my life wasn't that interesting until I met Damon. I had been thinking of him everyday. He was just so attractive and sweet.
I made my way to my car, getting in and starting it. Playing on the radio was a song by Nirvana. I wasn't sure which one it was because I wasn't very familiar with Kurt Cobain and all that. Humming along, I backed out of my driveway and made my way there.
I watched the trees pass by quickly along with people happily chatting on their front porches. My mother and I didn't spend much time together though, that feeling always brings a frown upon my face. Eventually I made it to the small bar, a bright neon sign on the outside. In bright pink letters, it read, Bottoms Up.
"Here I am." I stated while stepping out of my vehicle. I clutched my purse in my hands and made my way in. The place was quite small but it fit the decor. Tables a light brown, reflecting off the blue fairy lights hung around. It was nice. Smiling, I made my way to the quite large bar. People were chatting. Sounds of laughter was heard now and again.
"Hiya young lady, what would you like from your mighty quick bartender?" Hearing a somewhat familiar voice, I looked up to see Graham smiling down at me. I smiled back, sitting in a blue barstool.
"Hey Graham. Uh, how about some red wine? I'm not in the mood to get wasted, at least for now." Graham nodded, making his way off to dig through the shelves of alcohol.
Tapping my fingers along to Bohemian Rhapsody ironically playing in the small speakers above me, I waited for Damon's arrival. Snapping me out of my thoughts, Graham came back with a fancy looking glass of wine. It looked like he, for some reason, stuck a little umbrella in my drink.
"What are you doing here? Didn't expect you to be the drinking type." Graham commented, looking around to see if anyone wanted another drink.
"Um, I'm waiting for Damon actually. He invited me on a date, I guess. If he even considers it one." Graham chuckled while playing with his fingers.
"Hey Graham?"
"Yes?"
"If I'm going to be completely honest, I didn't expect you to be a bartender. I thought that you'd be like... an employee at like Walmart or something." I laughed. Graham smiled.
"Well actually, this is just what I do in my free time. I'm actually in a band called Blur with, Damon, Alex, and Dave."
I almost choked on my wine. He was in Blur?! Damon was in Blur?! I fucking loved that band. I only listened to their music but never really saw their faces.
"I fucking love your music, holy shit!" I laughed. Graham blushed. Feeling quite giddy with the news, I danced along in my seat to the music in the background.
"Hey, Y/n!" I heard another familiar voice call. I turned around with a smile to see Damon walking up to me. He looked absolutely handsome. He had a white button up shirt with black jeans, and some black converse, just like I had on.
"Hey. You look great." I commented. Damon smiled at me, sitting in the seat to my left.
As we sat there chatting, I noticed how open minded Damon was. It was nice and in fact he did make my heart flutter.
"Hey, uh, Graham told me you guys were in a band...?" I turned to face Damon completely. He raised his eyebrows at me, turning to completely face me as well.
"Uh. Yeah actually. Should've told you about that, sorry love." I raised an eyebrow at his statement.
"What do you mean? You didn't have to tell me." Damon smiled at me. Did he think I was upset at him for not telling me? Smiling back at him, I took a small sip of my wine.
Time passed quickly, sadly enough. We were having such a fun time that the minutes went quicker than normal. I didn't want to say goodbye, but it wasn't like I could stay with him, my mom would think I was sleeping around. Even though Damon was in a really popular band, it didn't change what I thought about him. He was still a goofball and really kind. It didn't matter that he was famous. A person is a person, he wasn't just a celebrity.
"I think I'm gonna head out, Damon." Damon gave me puppy eyes, begging me to stay a bit longer. I chuckled and ruffled his hair.
"C'mon, stay out late tonight, have a bit o-of fun." Damon smirked, nudging my shoulder. His face dropped as I shook my head.
"My mom will think I'm sleeping around. Plus my phone is going to die." I felt bad because I wanted to stay with him. Though, it wouldn't hurt to lie to my mom right? Damon's eyes were too hard to officially say no to, so I sighed, showing that I gave in.
"Fine, I'll-" He cut me off in a tight hug. I smiled into the hug. It was nice.
"Thanks, Y/n." Damon said with gratitude. He stepped away, looking down at me.
"I wanna go." I pleaded. Damon looked around like he was thinking.
"A-Alright fine." He smiled. Linking his hand with mine, he walked us to the bar to say goodbye to Graham. His hand felt big compared to mine, it was a cute fit.
"Alright you two, have fun." Graham said as he slid a beer smoothly to a customer. He then gasped. "Don't forget protection!"
Damon's mouth was agape and my face was flushed red. Customers around us stared like we were the biggest jokes in East London. Hurridly, I waved goodbye to Graham, and dragged Damon out of the bar.
"I can't believe him!" I groaned as we walked to Damon's car. Damon started to laugh hysterically. "I'm glad you think it's funny!"
"Me too." Damon laughed again. I smacked his chest roughly, but he wasn't phased. When we reached his car, Damon opened the door for me.
"Thank you, gentleman." I said sarcastically. He just nodded and closed it for me as well. Once Damon sat down in his seat, he turned to face me.
"I had fun tonight." He grabbed a string of my hair, playing with it. I looked up at him while locking eyes.
"Me too. I'm glad we actually decided to do this." I looked back down at my lap. Damon giggled, kissing my cheek. Blushing, I looked out the car window so he couldn't see.
"I know you're blushing." Dammit. Turning to face him, I rolled my eyes. He chuckled, starting the car.
"Let's go home." Damon stated while driving us both to his apartment.
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"Brrr, it's cold in here." I stated as we stepped into Damon's apartment. Damon rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, uh, here." He trailed off as he picked a blanket up off the couch, and threw it around my shoulders. I blushed, thanking him.
"Sorry, there's n-not much to do." Damon stated. Telling him it's fine, he nodded, making his way to the TV.
"Wanna watch TV, Y/n?" I nodded, sitting next to him.
"Hey, Dames?"
"Yes?"
"Do you like horror movies?" I tilted my head. Damon glanced at me, smiling.
"Yes. In fact I love horror movies." I grinned at his response. Tapping my chin, I tried to think of a good movie that would make me scream in fright. Those were the good ones.
"Oh, Chucky is a good movie." I recommended. Damon smirked, looking for that movie on the small box TV.
"Oh, here it is." He announced, clicking the OK button on the remote. The beginning credits started and I snuggled into the blanket more.
-smol time skip-
As we were halfway through the movie, I realized how cozy Damon and I had gotten. His arm was around my shoulder and my head was snuggled on his chest. Our legs were also tangled. Blushing, I tried to pay attention to the movie again.
Damon seemed to notice to as I also saw him glance at me soon after.
As soon as we both focused back on the movie, some banging was heard on the front door. Damon jumped in shock, getting up to check who was at the door. I followed in case something happened.
"Damon?" We heard from the other side of the door. It was a very familiar voice. It sounded like Alex. Worried, I opened the door.
"Alex? Holy shit, you're soaking wet!" I yelled. Damon and I didn't even notice that it was pouring outside. Alex happened to get the downfall of that.
"My c-car broke down and I-I'm really cold. Let me in?" Damon nodded, letting Alex in. Damon ran off, probably getting a towel and fresh clothes. I grabbed my blanket, throwing it around Alex while he waited for Damon to get back.
"Thank you, Y/n."
"So... your car broke down?!" I asked. Rubbing his back. He nodded, looking me in the eye. I couldn't help but think how handsome he was. Shaking my head, I stopped thinking about that.
"I need a shower." Alex exhaled. He hugged me lightly, trying not to get me wet (heh heh). He placed his chin on my head and I giggled. He had an advantage since he was so damn tall. I hugged him back.
"Alright here's... oh." Damon came back in, his face falling as he saw Alex and I. Coughing awkwardly, I let go of Alex, taking a step back.
"Right. I have to use the wee so... have fun." I stated as I hurridly made it to the bathroom. I did my business, then made my way back. Remembering that we left the movie on, I went to check on it. It looked that we missed about 5 minutes.
"Damon! The movie is still on!" I yelled. Soon after, his head poked around the corner.
"Ooh, right. Alex is getting changed so I might as well join back in." He made his way to the small couch, patting the space next to him. Gaining the confidence, I decided to snuggle with him again.
About 5 minutes later, Alex made his way back, taking a seat on the other end of the sofa. We all zoned out on the movie, and before I knew it, I was asleep in Damon's arms.