His name is Damon.

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The next morning I took my time getting ready. It's just Damon, lol. I was nervous but I played it cool. I got my makeup done. Had to look cute! My phone buzzed when I got into my car and when I saw who it was from my stomach dropped. A "hey" from Owen made me sigh and roll my eyes as I pushed send after typing 'hey what's up?' I turned the key and started on my way. I got another text (yes, I'm unsafe by texting and driving). 'Can you give me advice? Its about Jade." Ugh. Of course. He always want to talk to me about her. 'What?' I sent. Arriving at the Salvatore's, I got out of my car. Buzz, buzz. 'Her parents don't like me and its hurting our relationship. What would you do?' I mumbled out loud an "ugh."

"Hey, hey." I jumped when I heard his voice.

I spin around and shouted, "You scared me!"

Damon did the grin. Shrugging on his left side, he said, "Yeah. I have the tendency to do that to people."

I looked him up and down. He wasn't wearing his infamous leather jacket. Instead he was wearing a very light blue almost white t-shirt, jeans, and his black boots. I shoved my phone in my pocket, not answering Owen; wondering why he does this to me. I must have been grimacing because Damon noticed. "What's on your mind?" he asked lightly.

"Oh," I replied looking down. "My friend."

He raised an eyebrow. "What about this friend of yours?"

"Well," I licked my lips. "His name's Owen."

"Aah," Damon cut in. "So it's a guy?"

I laughed, blushing a tad. "Hah, yes. Anyways, I've liked him for a couple years, and I told him I liked him but he was already dating Jade..."

Damon cut in again. "Wait-so you knew he was dating her but you confessed your love anyways? You don't think that's selfish?"

I shook my head. "No." He nodded, intrigued by my answer. My guess was he did the same thing once and someone had told him he was selfish. "But he always wants to talk to me about her. I feel like he only uses me to talk about her. Some part of me wonders whether he does it on purpose."

"So does that mean you were thinking about this Owen douche while dating goodygoody Matt?"

I shrugged. "Of course I thought about him." I pointed towards a spot I wanted to shoot in. It was a shaded area with a tree and bush. I dove right in describing how I wanted him to pose with his arms above his head (biceps showing!) with a look of determination. I snapped. "Good!" I said. Damn, he's hot.

I decided to have him lay on the grass. He tried to be all seductive looking and did a kissy face. I laughed which made him laugh. I took a picture of his silliness. "Now I want a soft look," I demanded.

He scrunched his face. "Soft? Psh I don't do soft."

"Yes you do," I argued. And he did. Oh my, he was beautiful. He looked so gentle.

"These better turnout!" He hollered.