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Post by celticbear on Mar 7, 2012 22:39:57 GMT -5
Rose! This update was worth the wait! It was so funny! Your girl rushing around thinking she was late for school and it's Spring Break! Love how the old Playful Damo is back! This is the start of a wonderful Friendship that could lead to more! GLAD YOU GOT YOUR COMPUTER BACK!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2012 15:30:45 GMT -5
FINALLY have the next chapter! (: I feel bad because it seems like i never have the time to write, but I WILL continue on with this! I hope this chapter makes up for the wait, although you may be annoyed at me by the end of it. hahaha
Chapter Five We walked down the block side by side, and at the end I motioned to the right. “My elementary school’s riiiiight there,” I said, pointing to the red brick building. “Cool!” Said Damian. “I wish I went there!” I laughed. “What’s so great about a little brick school in the middle of San Francisco?” I asked him, turning to look in his direction. “Well, it must be pretty awesome there, if it was good enough for you!” He laughed. He was obviously making fun of me. I stuck my tongue out at him, and said, “Well, my middle school’s like 30 blocks from here...so...bus?” “Sure,” he answered. We walked to the bus stop, and I was once again thinking about how I was talking, actually TALKING with Damian McGinty. I started smiling again, until I thought back to just last week, when I was singing along to “Home” and daydreaming about his eyes. I realized that I wouldn’t see him after he left. My grin dropped off my face faster than you could say “Glee.” “Hellooooooo,” interrupted Damian. “Someone’s a little preoccupied. What’s going on in that mind of yours?” He asked me. “At first you were all smiley, and then like two seconds later you’re all sad...so...what’s up?” “Nothing,” I said, knowing that sometimes even my best friends cannot tell when I’m lying. But it seemed like Damian had a sixth sense. “Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!” He started chanting. I sighed. “How did you know something was bothering me?” I asked. “I’m just super good at reading people,” He said. “That’s what Cameron always tells me...” “So, I said, “what is it like living with Cameron and working on Glee?” “Oh no, no, no,” said Damian, chuckling with that contagious laugh of his, “we are not changing the subject here. I will ask you one more time, before I resort to poking wars. What. Is. Up?” “I was just thinking...” I trailed off. “...About?” He prompted. “How I will never see you again once you go back to L.A., and how I want you to sign my converse.” I pulled out a sharpie, smiling. “Please? I need something to remember you by!” Damian raised an eyebrow at me, like he couldn’t believe that I was thinking about him in my spare time. He reached his hand out for the sharpie, and walked over to a bench at the bus stop. I followed him happily, and stuck my green converse in his face. He scribbled something, then said, “Other shoe!” I switched the shoe that was in front of him, and looked at what he wrote. Damian McGinty it was signed, and also had my name on it, along with a happy face. I smiled, and whipped out my camera for a picture of it. By this time he had finished with the other shoe, and sat down on the bench waiting for the bus while I looked it over. My heart stopped. It said, (555) 249-6297. We WILL see each other again. This pretty much guarantees that you won’t be rid of me. Don’t regret it! I could almost hear the smile in his written words, and I turned to look at Damian, who was sitting on the bench, innocently looking all around as if he hadn’t just given me his phone number. He held out the sharpie to me, and lifted up his green converse (I hadn’t even noticed...we matched!) to me. “Return the favor?” He asked. I laughed, and grabbed his foot. Now you cannot be rid of me! MUHAHAHA! (555) 753-1952. I added a heart, and my name, really tiny on the side, where you couldn’t see it unless you knew where to look. He looked up, smiling, and was about to say something when the bus pulled up to the curb. He motioned for me to get on the bus, where I beeped my muni card, along with the one I borrowed from my dad for Damian. “He’s with me,” I said to the bus driver, before realizing how that sounded. “Er...I mean, I got his fare...his card...I’m paying for him.” I slapped myself inside my head, as I watched Damian’s grin get wider and wider as he watched me make a fool of myself. “Sit!” I growled, and he went to one of the double seats in the back. There weren’t many seats, and I didn’t wanna sit next to a stranger, but I didn’t want to sit next to Damian after what I just did. So I stood, holding on the pole nearest him. He looked up at me. “Umm...there IS a seat right here,” he said, tapping the empty seat. “I’m fine,” I said, grimacing as a guy around 20 shoved past me, ramming my side and part of my head into the pole. “Owww...” I said under my breath. “Excuse YOU.” He turned around. “What did you say, sweetie?” He asked, grinning like a creep as he leered at me. “N-Nothing,” I stuttered, “I was talking to myself.” “Like heck you were,” he said, slowly walking back towards me. I tried to back up, but I was packed in the bus like a sardine. I looked around. Everyone avoided my eyes, or weren’t even paying attention, listening to their iPods and stuff. “Seriously?” I thought. “N-no, r-really,” I said out loud, shrinking down where I stood, and wishing I wasn’t such an idiot as to talk to him in the first place. “I wasn’t talking to you!” He was only about two feet away, and he made a move to step closer. I turned my head away, terrified, and closed my eyes. “This is it,” I thought. “I wish I could talk to my mom.” I stood there shaking and thinking about who I wanted to see at this moment, before I realized that almost 15 seconds had passed. He should be next to me by now. I opened one eye, and then opened the other in shock. The guy was still the same distance, if not further away from me than before. But I could see why. Six feet of solid irish muscle was standing in front of me, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Damian,” I breathed, shocked. “I said,” Damian spat maliciously, “If you do not move your sorry bum off the bus this INSTANT, I will first beat you senseless, then call the cops and get you arrested.” I gaped at the scene before me. The guy glared at Damian, then made a move towards the back of the bus. Right before he got off, he looked at me, right in the eyes. “Bye, sweetheart,” he said, making disgusting kissy faces at me. I turned away, and blinked back tears, sliding into an empty seat. Two minutes later, Damian came and sat next to me, sliding an arm easily around my shoulders. “You okay?” He whispered in my ear. I couldn’t hold it together anymore when I heard the caring tone of his voice. I choked out, “Our stop,” and bolted off the bus. I ran to the park that was nearby, the one that I knew was almost always empty. I could hear Damian’s footsteps pounding behind me. Once I turned into the empty park, I ran to my spot; a grassy patch surrounded by trees, where no one can see the person inside unless you show them where you are. I pulled my knees up to my chest, and started sobbing. It was all too much. That scary guy on the bus, and Damian just being so nice. A couple seconds later, he plopped down beside me, and put his arms around me. I cried even harder, and turned in his direction. Damian turned completely to face me, and full out hugged me. I hugged him back, hard, glad that someone was there. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, but it was probably only like two minutes. Damian pulled back, and as he did, he hit his hand on a tree by accident, “it IS kind of crowded in here,” I thought. He hissed in pain. I looked at him questioningly, and held out my hand for his. He hesitated, and then put his hand in mine. It was bright red, and looked a little puffy. I gasped. “How...?” I trailed off. “That creep cannot treat you like that,” he said, shrugging. “He was an absolute pig. After that last thing he did to you while he was leaving, I sort of, well, followed him to the back of the bus and,” Damian rushed his words here, “punchedhimintheface.” I opened my eyes wide, surprised. “But it’s just me,” I said, “Why would you get hurt for me?” He looked at me, equally as surprised as me. “Why would I not?” He asked, “That’s an easier question to answer. I mean, you saved my life, and took me into your home, and you’re taking me around your city. I know that I’m a huge burden, but you are most definitely worth-he motioned to his hand-this.” My eyes watered some more, and he reached over and wiped off some tears with his hoodie sleeve. I stared into his eyes, and he stared into mine. “Thank you,” I whispered, still holding eye contact. Damian’s face grew larger and larger, as he got closer and closer, and then... RINGGGG. Our cellphones rang simultaneously.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2012 20:56:03 GMT -5
Sorry everyone (and by everyone i mean the 5ish people I think read this...haha) but this story's gonna have to go on hold for a while. Schools out in maybe two months, and right now it's testing, testing, and more testing. I barely have time to study for all my tests, let alone write extra right now. Sorry if you liked this, but hopefully I can get back to it after a while.):
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2012 0:37:22 GMT -5
Woot! So I FINALLY remembered my freaking password since I LOST IT LIKE AN IDIOT! CUVKFOYBLAYFBEHNDAL I am a terrible person. It's been a billion years.
Chapter Six I snapped out of dreamland, and blushed, looking down at my phone. Mom, the screen said. I almost laughed. Of course, they DO say mothers always know...I turned away from Damian, refusing to look him in the eyes, and answered it as I heard him say, “Cameron?” “Hello, mom?” I said, “Is there a problem?” “Nope,” she said easily, “I was just checking in on you two. Just call me when you’re coming home later okay?” “Sure mom, I will,” I replied. “Are you two having fun?” She asked. “Does Damian like the city?” I almost forgot that she didn’t know what happened. Should I tell her? No, she has so much to worry about. “Bye, Cam, talk to you later,” I heard Damian end his call. I focused on what I was doing, and replied to my mom. “Yea, mom, we’re having a great time, we visited my elementary school, and then took the bus to that park I like, you know? I think Damian’s having a good time,” I said, trying not to sound too strained, but not overly happy. I could literally feel Damian’s eyes burning holes into my body, but I refused to look up. “Okay, sweetie, I’m glad. Just let me talk to Damian for a second, okay, his mom called and wanted me to tell him something.” I gulped. “Talk to Damian? Sure,” I said. That’s it, I’m done for, I thought. I held out the phone in Damian’s general direction. “Please,” I whispered. “Don’t.” He couldn’t tell her. I felt the phone being taken out of my hand, and heard Damian start to speak to my mom. “Hello,” he said, and I squeezed my eyes shut and covered them, but I could still feel the tears leaking out between my fingers. “Oh, yea, we’re having a fine time,” said Damian, and my body froze, waiting. “Okay,” he continued, “sure, thanks for telling my mum that, I don’t want her to worry too much. Okay, sure. Oh, you don’t need to talk to her? Okay, bye then.” I heard him shut my phone, and I almost couldn’t believe it. He didn’t tell her. I was so surprised, and grateful, however, I still wasn’t quite ready to face him after making a fool of myself. I mean, I actually leaned in closer to him, and was seriously off dreaming, thinking it was one of those silly fanfictions, and that my celebrity crush, world famous Damian McGinty was actually leaning in to kiss me. At this thought, I laughed at myself. How could I be so stupid? Now he wouldn’t even want to be friends with me. He’ll probably change his phone number, since he gave weird stalker girl who dreams of kissing him (aka me) his number. I could sense that Damian was still near me, his body just radiated warmth. Still avoiding his eyes, and just deciding to leave my phone, because I couldn’t get it without contact, I left my little area and went to sit on a swing to think. Luckily the park was still deserted, so I didn’t have to cry in front of a full park of children. Realistically, I knew that I would have to talk to him sooner or later, because he didn’t know how to get back to my house, of course. Swinging back and forth, I decided that the best way to avoid awkwardness was to pretend that nothing had happened. That way I wouldn’t be embarrassed for almost kissing him...well, I wouldn’t show that I was embarrassed, and could just try and act normal. After maybe 15 minutes, I saw Damian out of the corner of my eye. He sat on the swing next to me and swung a little. “So,” he said, swinging. “So,” I said, acting upbeat, when all I really wanted to do was dig a hole and hide in it. “How do you do that?” Damian asked. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you were completely fine.” “I am fine,” I said, almost automatically. “Really now?” said Damian. “I wouldn’t be.” “Well, luckily for me I can handle it.” I said. “I don’t think you can,” he said quietly. A tear ran down my cheek. He was right. It’s so hard to put on a happy face, and not show my emotions, and just always act like the stress of life wasn’t getting to me. I gritted my teeth, determined not to appear weak. My lip started quivering, and I bit it, hard. Too hard. I continued to cry, this time in pain. I touched my lip, and my finger came back red. Of course, I thought bitterly to myself. It isn’t enough for me to completely break down in front of him; I have to make myself bleed too. I stood up, and pretended like I was fine again. I slowly walked to the woman’s bathroom, and opened the door. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy, and part of my lip was swollen, with dried up blood on it. Lovely, I thought. I pulled a leaf out of my tangled hair, and got to work on getting my eyes back to their normal size. I wet a paper towel, and placed it over my eyes. A couple minutes passed, and I took it off. My eyes were still a little red, but luckily, the puffiness was gone. Next, I combed my fingers through my hair, then thought better of it and just put in up in a ponytail. Someone knocked on the door. “I’ll be right out,” I called, “If it’s an emergency, you can come in, I’m only using the sink.” The door creaked open. I guess it was an emergency. Oh wait. I shot my eyes back to the floor. “This is the WOMAN’S room,” I said to Damian, after taking a deep breath. “I know,” he said, “I came to see if you were okay.” “Oh, I’m just great,” I said sarcastically. Then paused. “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “You’re being so nice, and I’m just...like...completely...like...you know...like...UGH...it’s not your fault, and I’m sorry.” I finally spit out. I looked into his eyes. “Sorry,” I whispered. “You...” Damian started, his eyes glittering as he looked at me (my eyes opened a little wider) “...have some blood on your mouth.” He motioned to my lip, and my hand flew to my mouth. Of. Course. I turned away to the mirror, and scrubbed at my lip with a paper towel. I grimaced, the paper towel scraping across my cut, but gritted my teeth and finished wiping it all off. “Done,” I announced. “Off to my middle school,” I said with a smile. Damian looked at me warily, like I could burst into tears any minute. Oh wait, I probably could. “I’m fine,” I said, “no more tears.” I opened the door ready to walk out, and stopped dead in my tracks. There was one other person in the park. The guy from the bus. He heard the door open, and looked up at me. His face slowly broke into a smile, and my heart stopped. My brain stopped. I couldn’t move, or think. He took a step towards me. “What a coincidence,” he said. “Remember me sweetie?” He asked, walking closer. He was maybe ten feet away now. “Hey,” came a voice from behind me, “You okay?” said Damian. “I...I may have t-to take b-back that no tears thing I s-said before,” I stammered. What’s wrong? Why aren’t you walkin-” Damian’s words were cut short when he came up behind me, and saw who I was looking at. “No. Way.” Damian said, sounding terrifyingly mad. He stepped in front of me, and edged me back into the bathroom a little bit. He stood in front of me, completely blocking the door, and I couldn’t see around him. “I can still see you honey,” the guy said, and I could hear the sneer in his voice. I stood there, shaking. I grabbed Damian’s hand for support. I don’t think I could’ve stood without it. He squeezed my hand. “Shut. Up.” said Damian. “Do NOT talk to her. Now go away, before I call the cops.” “Oh look, it’s Mr. Tough guy,” said the man, “why don’t you just step aside, so I can just tell your little girly friend the right way to talk to people on the bus.” He stepped closer. I could hear him breathing, and he must have been right on the other side of Damian. I clutched Damian’s hand, terrified, and looked up at his face. Damian’s jaw was clenched, and he was glaring. His body was squared towards the guy, completely blocking me from him. Damian loosened my hand from his, and as I watched, he started forward slowly, stepping out of the doorway and shoving the guy back a couple more feet with every word. “I. Said. Go. Away.” Damian growled. “Now.” He stood over the man, who had fallen to the ground, and stared at him for a good minute. Then Damian turned, walked back over to me, and took my hand. “Let’s go,” he said quietly, and started to walk. I stumbled after him, still holding onto his hand like it was a lifeline, and repeatedly looking over my shoulder at the guy. Damian walked fast, so fast I had to jog to keep up with him. He walked a block, then turned, we walked two more, turned, then walked another and turned again before he finally started to slow down. I pulled my hand out of his, and wrapped my arms around myself, shivering. One, that creepy guy freaked me out, and two, it was San Francisco, and even though it had been sunny this morning, the weather changed to its normal fog, and I was freezing. I wondered how Damian wasn’t cold, because he just wore a tank top and a hoodie, whereas I had a tank top and a t-shirt on. Damian looked at me, and started to take of his hoodie. “NO!” I said, “I’m not some fragile little girl. I’M FINE.” He looked at me, and shrugged, then pulled it back on his arm. Shoot, I thought he might insist. And now if I ask for it I’ll seem like a baby. “Well, then here,” said Damian, walking closer to me. He slid his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him as we walked. We walked a couple blocks in silence. “...So...” Damian broke the silence. “I really have no idea where we are, or where we’re going.” I looked at him, with his completely serious face, and started to laugh. Not some little chuckle, that full on laugh where you can’t breathe, and can’t stop, even though whatever happened wasn’t even that funny. I pulled away from Damian, and laughed and laughed. Looking at me, he started to smile, and then started laughing as well. The sound of his deep, Santa belly laugh made me laugh even harder, and we stood there, laughing, trying hard to keep ourselves upright. Whoever thought of that saying “laughter is the best medicine” is completely right. After about five minutes of laughing, it seemed like everything was back to normal. But it wasn’t.
Again, so sorry. ):
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