Oh mon Dieu! - Damiano David

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May, 2018

      When Damiano dropped Margot at home, they again exchanged a passionate kiss right on her front door. She waited for Damiano's car to drive out of her sight before closing her door, as well. Once she closed her door, a sudden burst of happiness washed over her making her bounce all around the place. Despite it being almost 4 in the morning, she played some music on her phone and started jumping and dancing all around the house. The worries she had in the car ride over were long gone once he gave her another kiss and wished her sweet dreams. From the hall to the kitchen to grab a wooden spoon as a microphone, Margot danced her way over to the long curtains in the living room pretending they are her dance partner. "I was made for lovin' you" by Ki55 was playing on repeat as she grooved as she belted the lyrics messily. After what seemed like an eternity, she composed herself enough to text and make sure Damiano got home safe. A huge smile was plastered on her lips realising that she cared so much for him. She came to the realisation that she should just follow her heart for the time being. And her heart was telling her to go for it!

The next morning, or more like the next noon was when she woke up. The sun rays she welcomed by leaving a gap in the curtains were greeting her. The events of last night playing in her head as she hummed the song she danced to. A shower, some breakfast, a lengthy call with her dad, some tidying up was how her day went on. Of course, she exchanged numerous texts with the band over the day. They made a group chat that included Margot and gave her updates on how their writing session went. This inspired Margot to write some music for herself. There was a grand piano in the big living room. A piano that her father got so that he can write music while he was on a holiday with his family. A piano where he wrote numerous songs about the two loves of his life, his wife, and his daughter. A piano on which Margot learned how to play the keys. And a piano that she is now using to write her own music.

All the lyrics she could come up with were ones about being in love, being happy and being free. It was not a concrete song; it was just sentences and notes that went with them that were scribbled down and recorded on her voice notes on her phone. When her brain ran out of sentences, she decided to stop and retire for the night with a glass of wine and an old Italian movie that was playing on one of the local channels. She wished to have Damiano next to her while watching the movie, cuddled up together with a throw blanket over them as the night late spring breeze was felt though the opened doors to the backyard.

On the other side of the hill, Damiano spent his day in the recording studio with his bandmates, writing some new songs that are supposed to be on their new album that was coming up later in the year. He wanted to write happy songs, but it was not his turn to pick a topic for writing that week. Whenever they would write songs, they took turns in picking themes for songs to write. This week it was Ethan's and he had two weeks to go till he can pitch his ideas for songs that were about Margot. When they finished their writing session, Damiano and Ethan went out for some drinks while Thomas and Vic stayed home.

"How was your night with Margot?" – Ethan brought up the discussion as soon as Damiano had a few drinks in him. "It was magical!" – Damiano replied. The bar they were in was a local bar in the village. The only people in there were seniors from the village so they did not have to worry about anyone "spying" on them. Of course, Damiano told Ethan everything about the night before. What he excluded was the feeling he got when he kissed her. Although Ethan knew Damiano very well and could notice the sparkle in his eyes when he talked about her, he decided to not fully question him about it. Ethan knew that Damiano felt something strong for the girl. It was too early for him to make a conclusion about Margot because he only got to see her two times and those two times, one of them Damiano was hogging her and barely letting her talk to anyone else.

Once getting home, Damiano went to bed and checked him phone to see if she texted him. After a brief conversation, he fished her sweet dreams just as last night and he tried to fall asleep. He wished she was next to him just like last night, cuddled up together, limbs intertwined, relying on each other for warmth. The scent of her shampoo was still lingering in his nose, wishing it could be stronger like it was last night when she was next to him. The feeling of his fingertips on her skin danced on his fingertips, wishing he could touch her right then and there. And his lips could still feel and taste her lips and their softness.

He wished she was here...

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A/N

a filler chapter <3