His name is Damon.

Certified Maid

Thursday morning I woke up and precipitately remembered I start my job today! I hopped in the shower, got dressed, put on some makeup, and made myself a toaster strudel. I texted Damon I was on my way and headed over there, making sure to grab the pictures.

On my drive I listened to music to pump me up for I was oddly nervous. Of course Damon usually always makes me nervous and blushy but I pretend he doesn't.

I strode up to the door and knocked heavily. I heard a muffled "Come in!" so I pushed open the decently weighty door. Damon was walking through the living room fixing himself a drink. "You know you don't have to knock. You can let yourself in." He glimpsed at me as he was pouring some liquor. "Ready for your first day of work, maid?"

"Yes!" I answered, happy to be getting paid twenty dollars an hour whoop whoop!

"Got you a present," he sang, his head directing towards a cart on wheels full of cleaning supplies. Of course I, being the weirdo that I am, was excited about that. He took a sip of his drink. "And before you even ask how you're going to get it up the stairs, there's one up there too."

"Wow thanks!" I expressed gratitude.

"No, thank you," Damon winked at me as he departed the room. I decided I was going to start in the kitchen. I made sure to clean as much as I could and pay special attention to the smaller things. I was working hard on wiping something clean when I jumped out of my skin at a sudden noise. I whirled around and witnessed Damon sniggering to himself. "Scare ya?" He asked.

"Yes!" I called out. He graciously handed me a bottle of Coke and we both seated ourselves at the kitchen island. "So are you going to the concert tonight?" I asked him hopefully.

He shrugged. "Meh. You? Oh that's right, you're Caroline's slave so you have to."

"Shut up," I tittered. "You should go!"

"Why?" He asked, acting disgusted.

"Because I want you to. It'll be cool!"

"Maybe," he replied before swigging his drink. "Got those pictures for me?" He raised an eyebrow and glanced at me from the corner of his eye.

"Oh yes!" I said, jumping up from the chair to go retrieve them from my purse I left on the red couch. I made myself comfy in the chair and passed the envelope over to him. "Here ya go."

He took them and I could tell he was immediately pleased and surprised. "Like them?" I asked. It took him a moment to register and answer with a non-focused "yeah."

"Good," I smiled, satisfied.

I finished cleaning the kitchen which took quite a long time. It didn't seem to have been cleaned in years. I put the supplies cart in a closet, noticing the time. I needed to go home so I could get ready for the concert. Ugh, I was sweaty. I was meeting the girls and Matt for dinner at the grill beforehand. I thought about inviting Damon. I'm sure they wouldn't mind too much, right? Well...maybe I shouldn't.

Where is Damon, by the way? I passed Stefan while I was looking and asked where he was. Stefan suggested I try Damon's room. And of course, there he was. And holy shit. He was laying on his bed reading Into the Wild. Shirtless. Oh God. Is it weird he made me tingly in places where the sun doesn't shine?

He sensed my presence. "You never knock, do you?" He drawled, putting his book down. He had his head laying on one of his hands he had put behind his head.

I blushed. "No, guess not." I did a nervous chuckle. "Just wanted to tell you I'm heading out."

He sat up. "Why so soon?"

"I gotta go get ready for the concert and I'm meeting the others at the Grill beforehand."

"Hmmm."

"Wanna come?" Whoops. It slipped out.

"Nah."

"But you are coming tonight though, right?"

Damon pleaded in a fake whiny kid-voice. "Do I have tooooo?"

Wow, he is so cute. "Yes!"

"Maybe. But don't expect me there."

I agreed and had my fingers crossed he would show up.