Summer Job

Got you a present

10/08/1992

butterflies flew through my stomach as i spectated damon taking his jumper off from over his shirt, revealing a bit of skin just above his belt. he threw the jumper onto the staff room sofa beside me before ruffling his hair and re-tucking his shirt back into his trousers, poorly.

i took a sip from my water bottle with that image replaying in my mind. everything, but everything he did, he did with such coolness. the guy could peel an orange and it would turn me on.

i was completely hanging. last night i went to a party which didn't end until the early hours. there was alcohol and coke. a lot of coke.

'late night, love?' damon caught me zoned out, staring blankly at his crotch. 'or just mesmerised?' he teased.

i quickly snapped out of my trans, 'late night'. damon scoffed in response.

'heavy drinker then?'

'mmm not quite.' i responded in a hesitant tone, squinting my eyes and tilting my head.

damon ignored my comment. 'guess what?'

'what?' i replied bluntly.

'i'm working behind the bar tonight' he said proudly, a cheeky smile stretching his lips.

'want a medal?' i mocked. i was jealous though, working behind the bar was the easiest job of them all, it looks so fun too.

'aw, someone's jealous because they aren't old enough' he sarcastically retorts in a sympathetic tone, pulling an upside down smile.

he stood over me with his ruffled hair and untucked shirt, as i sat cross legged on the sofa in front of him, water bottle in my lap.
i mocked his expression, glaring at him through my eyebrows. his expression slowly grew into to a slight grin, causing the lines at the corner of his lips to appear in the shape of brackets.

'what you smiling about now?' i huffed.

'i like the way you're looking at me'

i sat there, all doey-eyed and innocent, gazing up at him. his cheek began to protrude as he pressed his tongue against the inside of it, mouth slightly ajar whilst he stared down at me.

'guys we need you downstairs' maggie interrupted the building sexual tension, peering her head around the staff room door.

'yeah sure i'm coming' i responded, not breaking eye contact with damon. i stood up and walked out of the room, feeling damon's eyes burning me as i exited.

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by 8pm i had had enough of washing up, i wanted to see damon again. i wanted to be excited, and feel the way he makes me feel. so i made my way up the stairs, heading to the bar.

'double rum and coke, please' i flirted, leaning my elbows on top of the bar and resting my chin on hands, fluttering my eyelids as i gazed up at him.

he stood there clenching his jaw, but couldn't help the smile that crept across his face. 'go find something else to do, i'm busy here'.

'doesn't look too busy', i looked around the almost-empty room. 'but fine..i'll leave you alone' i threatened, hoping he would attempt to stop me, but he didn't. so i left the bar room ever so slightly offended.

the following couple of hours were filled with agonising pains and occasional limping from all of the walking i did to and from the dining hall and kitchen, clearing all the tables. it wasn't until the clock turned 10pm that i decided it was an appropriate time to ask for a smoke break.

i made my way over to the kitchen to ask chef for permission before bumping into a familiar blonde haired boy.

'where you off to?' damon asked in a condescending tone.

'going for a fag, that alright? i replied, still holding a grudge from earlier's exchange.

'i could do with a fag actually, i'll join ya' he replied in a more upbeat tone.

'sure'.

we made our way over to the lift before damon held up his finger in my face with raised eyebrows and quickly hurried off back towards the bar.

'where are you going?' i exclaimed.

'two seconds!' he shouted from across the room.

i sighed and shook my head in confusion as i waited for the lift.

*ding*

the lift doors opened and i stepped in, followed by an out-of-breath damon.

'got you a present' he said once he caught his breath back. he brought his hands from behind his back to reveal two bottles of peroni.

'you fucker' i joked, snatching the bottle from his hand. 'who gave you this?'.

'no one. nicked it from the bar.' he winked, stepping out of the lift. i scoffed at his remark.

'i'll be back in a sec, let me just ask chef if we can have a fag break' i said, walking in the direction of the kitchen. a cold hand grabbed my wrist, stopping my pursuit. i turned around to see a guilty looking damon with a smirk plastered across his face.

he removed his grip from my wrist and whispered 'if they don't know we've gone, we won't have any time restrictions'.

i sent him eyes of disproval, but went with his idea anyway, following him out towards the garden.

just as we sat down on the pavement outside of the front gates i had a realisation: 'fuck sake we forgot a bottle opener.'

'give it here.' damon gestured his hand for me to hand over the bottle. without questioning, i placed it in his hand. he looked up at me as he placed the lid between his teeth before gently pulling the bottle down and popping the lid off smoothly.

i watched him in awe before commenting 'you fuckin idiot'.

'what?' he cluelessly responded as he handed the bottle back over.

'you're gona fuck up your teeth if you're not careful', i took the bottle.

'well i am careful, mum' he mocked, jutting his neck forward towards me.

we both sat outside taking our time with our beers and fags, chatting about nonsense and constantly taking the piss out of each other as the street lamp lights reflected off of the tarmac.