His name is Damon.

Matt

I was feeling excited when morning came. Dad starts work in two days. I headed into the kitchen where dad was unpacking. “Bout time you got up!” he joked. “We got to get this stuff unpacked.” I grabbed a poptart and started opening boxes.

By noon I was hungry and my back hurt. The TV people were coming shortly. “Dad, what’s for lunch?”

“I don’t know Noelle, don’t start nagging me.”

“Ugh! I’m not!”

I needed a break from this so while dad was messing with the cable guy I took off in my silver G6 and headed into town to explore a bit. Well, first off I was hungry (as always) and went to a little bakery that was on Main Street. It was small and cute. I ordered a cupcake and sat down at the small table to eat it before I looked around the shops. A black girl with a white apron came up several bites into my dessert and asked if it was good. I said yes and she smiled, “Well good, I baked them this morning.” Her name tag read “Bonnie.” She wiped the table next to mine and continued her work behind the counter. The weather here was really nice. I was liking this place! Walking along the old-feel streets there were cool little shops and neat architecture. I was taking pictures and posting them to Instagram/Facebook. My best friend misses me. Sadface. I started stalking a little on my 2-year crush’s FB profile. Owen. Sigh. We could have really hit it off good but he never got the big hint I liked him. I told him not too long ago, but he has a girlfriend. Suckage.

I walked by a small clothing store, glanced through the window, and kept going. I heard the doorbell ring when the door swung open. A voice shouted behind me. “Noelle! Hey!”

I turned around, surprised. Aw, it was Matt. He jogged up to me. “Hey, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Oh, just lookin around for a new shirt.” He chuckled. “What are you up too?”

“Just checkin out the place. I needed a break from unpacking.”

“I hear you. So where do you live?”

“Out past 6th street several miles. You?”

“Up on 2nd street. So how are you liking Mystic Falls so far?”

“I like it! It’s neat. I really like the old-feel to it.”

“Yeah, this town has got some pretty interesting history.”

“Really? Like what?” I asked. He had sparked my interest.

“Like the war and supernatural stuff.”

“Really!” I almost shouted. “I love that stuff! Tell me about it!”

“Ok, but only if you help me pick out a shirt for the dance.”

I laughed and blushed. “Alright. What dance?”