His name is Damon.

Alive and Breathing

The next day I stayed in bed feeling depressed and very tired from not sleeping a lick. I didn't text anyone. I didn't tell Damon I wasn't coming to work. My eyes were swollen from all the crying. I still continued to cry. I almost died. It made me really miss my mom and friends and it sucked I couldn't tell anyone like dad or anybody that didn't know about the supernatural realm. My phone buzzed. It was Damon asking if I was ok. I told the girls not to text me unless I text them because I wanted alone time today. I didn't answer Damon.

I dozed off only to be reawaken by Damon calling me. I was tempted to answer but I didn't. Secretly, I was happy he was worried about me. I dozed back off. I was dreaming and there was this continuous noise. It kept happening until I came out of my dream and realized someone was pounding on the front door. I panicked but quietly got out of bed and walked across the hall to peek out the bathroom window.

Relief and shock passed over me when I saw the blue car. It was only Damon, but crap I don't want him to see me like this! I look absolutely hideous! But I headed downstairs. By the time I got to the door I was way passed annoyed at the constant knocking. I flung open the door and yelled "What!"

Damon stepped passed me letting himself in. "What are you doing?" he asked angrily.

"Sleeping," I replied dully.

"Well are you ok?"

I gestured to myself. "I'm alive, aren't I?" I felt bad when he looked away so I said "I'm really glad you asked."

He hmmed and did a fake grin-back-to-frown. "Guess I'll go now." He started to walk away.

"Wait," I called. "Uhm, this may sound really weird, but will you talk to me while I lay on my bed?"

"Uh...yeah, sure." I'm pretty sure he was glad I asked. We walked up the stairs to my room and he sat on the chair while I covered up in bed. "So are you really ok?" he asked.

I started crying. "No! I almost died!"

Damon rushed out of the chair and laid beside me, bringing me to his chest. He smelt delicious. "Shhh, it's ok," he cooed.

"And I miss my mom! And friends!"

He pat my head. "Why don't you go visit them?" he asked softly.

I shrugged. We lay there a while longer in silence. "Damon?" He hmmed in acknowledgment. "I'm glad you came over." I did my best to look up at him while his chin rested on my head. I saw his lips curl into a smile. My stomach fluttered at the thought of a kiss. It also got me hot and bothered. I shifted and Damon got up. I was relieved. I wanna kiss him so bad, but not looking hideous and unshowered.

"Let me know if you need anything," he offered before leaving.