Oh mon Dieu! - Damiano David

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June, 2018

As the night went on, the couple stayed on the beach, playing around in the water, chasing each other, and laying in the sand and stargazing at the clear sky. Every passing moment, the stars were shining brighter like their eyes when they gazed each other. At one point, they were both improvising various Arctic Monkeys songs, Margot was teaching Damiano French, and they were daydreaming about their goals for the future, both longing for long-lasting successful careers. Damiano loved hearing about her life in France and wanted to be a part of it, the same way Margot wanted to be a groupie at one of Maneskin's shows.

It was like they were made for each other. Both loved the same type of music, both loved the same movies, both had similar if not identical outlooks of life and both had the same end goal; settling down in the countryside with a few children and a partner by their side. It was like they were destined to be with each other. Both were aware that it was awfully early, and they were awfully young to know if they were going to end up fulfilling each other's end goal, but one thing they knew was that they needed to enjoy the nearby moments that followed. Both needed to enjoy Margot's stay in Italy and whatever came after it.

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Just before sunrise, Damiano drove back to Margot's house where they sealed the night with one last kiss. They exchanged numerous pecks and long lip locks throughout the night, but none of them was memorable as the one on the girl's doorstep where they promised each other to hang out more often by themselves. After bidding their goodbyes, Margot decided to get rid of her clothing, have a brisk shower, put on some comfortable pyjamas, and enjoy the sunrise in the garden while writing some lyrics down. All she could think about was his loopy smile, and his wavy hair, and his broad shoulders. The way his hair blew back by the wind was a highlight for her, but she loved it even more when he smiled when they kissed. Gosh, those giggles and soft belly laughs were the end of her.

Margot grabbed her trusty lyrics notebook where she scattered her numerous ideas. The light early summer breeze was blowing her curls and caressing her skin lightly as she took a seat under the tree where Damiano asked her to go out on a date with him. Damiano... Damiano... Damiano... as she thought about him, her pen begun dancing on the pages. He was loving, joyful and free like the flowers, like the wind, like the sea and just like the sun. the words flew on the pages as she turned back time in her mind. His smile on the beach, him taking pictures of her while she ran in front of him.

"I hate the winter, can't stand the cold

I tend to cancel all the plans

But, when the heat comes, something takes a hold

Can I kick it? Yeah, I can!"

She though about the times she cancelled all plans with her "friends" from the private school her dad enrolled her in when she was younger. She never wanted to hang out with the pretentious rich snobby girls, but she wanted to hang out with Vic, Thomas, Ethan and of course Damiano. She would never cancel their plans; she would never say no to them. The summer up ahead made her even more excited to be spent with them.

"My cheeks in high colour, overripe peaches

No shirt, no shoes, only my features

My boy behind me, he's taking pictures

Lead the boys and girl onto the beaches

Come on, come all, I'll tell you my secrets

I'm kinda like a prettier Jesus."

Even though she wanted the beach she visited with Damiano to be their own little secret, Margot wanted to visit the beach with the band. She wanted to let loose at the beach with them. Lounging on towels with Vic, having water fights with Thomas, jamming with Ethan, and sneaking kisses with Damiano. She wanted to show them the beaches of the south of France where she spent some parts of her childhood. She could imagine them coming to visit her, meeting her eccentric dad and chunky cat, roaming the streets of Paris for a few days, and then having a road trip over to the south where all the pretty beaches are. But a girl can only wonder and wish.