Summer Job

First day

side note: reader is 18 and damon is 23. to be specific, you both work at weddings and you don't actually cook stuff lmao, it's more serving customers and doing the washing up etc. damon is also just a regular person in this, he's not a celeb!

also disclaimer: 'jamie' in this story isn't based on hewll...it was the first name that came to mind until i realised people were going to think it's hewlett - but it was too late to change haha.

warnings: smut/nsfw, swearing, drugs, alcohol

19/07/1992
i have quite been looking forward to my first day at work. i've been looking for a job now for the past 2 years and this is the first job i've been successful with. i mean, the pay is decent so i'm not complaining. the only issue being the fact that i have to travel quite far to get there and often the shifts don't finish til early morning because, well, that's the way it tends to be at weddings.

i'm not really sure what to expect for my first shift, i guess i'll just be serving guests, washing up and working behind the bar occasionally.

the whole situation isn't helped by the fact that I still haven't passed my driving test, so I asked my neighbour jamie to give me a lift to my first shift today as mum and dad were unavailable. jamie is slightly older than me, he's 19. we have a brief but significant history together. long story short; he took my virginity. I was young and naive etc etc, but we're still friends now.

for some reason, jamie has always had a soft spot for me. i mean, he's an attractive guy don't get me wrong, but he's just not my kinda person. i would rather spend my time with my younger cousins, to be frank. he is boring, very, very boring.

our mums became close when we move in down the road from them a few years ago, and ever since then, myself and jamie have been forced to be in each others company almost every weekend. he's not a bad guy though, he's just painfully shy, well, he used to be anyway.

to keep things brief, new year's eve just gone, jamie and his family came over to ours to celebrate. i had never really drank much alcohol up until then, so i was really unaware of my limits. i had probably had about 3 glasses of champagne before i was at the point of slurring and stumbling.

jamie also, being older, got quite drunk and we found ourselves sat together outside in the greenhouse alone. we had sex in there that night and, to be honest, i don't remember much of it, and neither does he. it was his first time too.

a couple of months after it happened we came to the agreement that it would never happen again, but we were both just grateful that neither of us were virgins anymore.
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jamie pulled up outside of the main gates before i got out and thanked him with a smile. he lifted his fingers up from the steering wheel to wave me goodbye as i walked in front of the bonnet, and he slowly pulled away.

i approached the house, adjusting my blouse as i walked up the stairs to the front door. the main location for my work was in this large manor-like house. your typical wedding venue for those who occupy the upper-middle class division.

i pushed the door open, half expecting to be approached by the manager telling me i'm late. i was 6 minutes late. i stood in a large, empty reception hall, a grand chandelier suspended above me.

'hello?' i called out, looking aimlessly around. nothing. i decided to take a walk down the large hallway by myself, hoping to find another member of staff.

'hello.' this deep, rather intimidating voice said behind me. i turned around in shock, only to be met with a rather tall young man, with a slight smirk across his face, a distinct jawline, piercingly blue eyes and messy blonde hair. he stood with his hands by his side in his disheveled suit, shirt untucked and tie slightly loose.

'hi!' i responded. 'do you know where everyone is?'

'no, but you're late' he commented.

'are you the manager or something?' i questioned with a clearly confused expression on my face.

'no. i'm just punctual.' he replied in a cocky tone as he raised his eyebrows.

i couldn't help but find his cheeky face and arrogant attitude awfully attractive. the room was silent as we stood a couple of feet apart from each other, looking into each other's eyes, for what felt like minutes.

'first day too, then?' i asked, breaking the silence, whilst pulling my bag back up onto my shoulder as it began to slip down.

'yeah' he replied nonchalantly, clenching his jaw and placing both of his hands into his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet.

'hello!' a voice called from upstairs. myself and the man's attention was diverted up to the ceiling, where a lady's head was peered over the banister, overlooking the grand reception hall.

'i hadn't noticed anyone had arrived yet! come on upstairs you two and i'll give you both a tour' the voice continued.

the man looked back down towards me and gestured his head for us to go upstairs.
'okay we're on our way!' i called back, walking over to the lift with the man. we waited in silence beside each other for the lift to arrive.

*ding* the lift doors opened.

'what's your name?' he asked as we walked into the lift.

'y/n, what's yours?' i responded, looking at him directly in the reflection of the mirror inside the lift before turning around to face the doors.

'damon. nice to meet y'a darling' he responded, turning his head in my direction, sounding slightly more upbeat than before.

i reciprocated the look, followed by a gentle smile, 'nice to meet you too.'