Your Nickle Ain't Worth My Dime (A Sleeping with Sirens fan fiction)

Do It Now, Remember It Later

*Damon's POV*

I woke up around 11:30. Normally, I couldn't sleep late if I was in somebody else's house, but I'd been staying here for almost a week. Now, I had my clothes covering nearly every inch of the floor of the guest bedroom and my phone/laptop chargers plugged in every outlet.

So far, I had no complaints. Except maybe that Mariah always woke up early and played her music really loud. I guess I was just lucky that I was staying with somebody who owned good albums.

I walked out of my room and down the stairs to the living room. I was in a pair of flannel pajama pants and an old sweatshirt but suddenly felt really late when I saw Mariah. She was all dressed, in jeans and an old band tee-shirt. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose and messy bun, and she was busting her ass cleaning. All of my chargers were wrapped up and put in a corner near the stairs. Her All Time Low CDs now took the place of SWS in her CD player, but it was the music she worked well to. Seeing her clean was strange though. I mean, her room was a disaster area. It probably could've been legally quarantined. It probably should've been.

She didn't hear me, even as I stood right next to her. She was too busy singing along to Break Your Little Heart. I placed a hand gently on her back, but as gentle as I was, she still jumped nearly a foot in the air. Reaching over and turning down her music, she dramatically clutched her chest and sighed. "Jeez, Damon," she breathed. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" Her small and tan hand hit me lightly on the arm.

"I didn't sneak up on you! I've been standing here." It was true, but I did enjoy making her nearly jump out of her pants. Well, not like that. I don't want her pants off.

"Do you mind taking your chargers up to your room?" she asked, turning back to the table she'd been dusting before I had scared her.

"Sure, but why are you cleaning?"

"WE are cleaning because my parents are coming back today," she announced.

"Do I have to?" I whined. I didn't clean my own house. Why would I clean somebody else's?

"Please, Damon. You don't have to do a lot," she begged. "I'll even do your laundry if you bring it down. Just vacuum the living room and upstairs hallway, and I can handle the rest."

I looked into her pleading blue eyes. I don't know why. I could've held off longer if I didn't. "Fine," I resigned. "Where is the vacuum?"

"Thanks Damon!" She smiled.

We spent the next two hours cleaning every inch of the house that wasn't our rooms. She did all the laundry, even mine, all of the dishes, dusted every dustable surface, organized everything organizable, and swept all the floors I couldn't vacuum. I kind of felt guilty that I didn't do more, but I needed some time to take a shower.

When we were all done, her parents walked in the door, as if on cue, as we sank into the couch.

"Hi, honey," they said. When they saw me, they smiled and added, "Hi, Damon." They hauled their load of luggage up the stairs and I heard their bedroom door slam shut.

Now, I knew, was when we made coffee, grabbed poptarts, and went over to Jamie's. 

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*Jeydon's POV*

Jamie handed me a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin. Her front door swung open, showing Mariah and Damon. Mariah's hair was put up lazily and she looked exhausted. Damon, on the other hand, looked like he'd slept for a whole day and just gotten out of the shower. He seemed completely refreshed.

They both held mugs of steaming coffee in their hands. Mariah rubbed her eyes, yawned, and kicked off her uggs to show her penguin slippers. They were bright blue, and I knew she had matching pajama pants.

"You okay, Mya?" I asked.

She looked at me with a sad and tired face. "I'm tired, Jeydon!" she cried.

I patted the couch next to me. "Aw, honey. Come sit down." When she sat down, I offered her some of my muffin and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want some food?"

She shook her head and leaned it on my shoulder. "No, thanks. All I want is a nap."

Jamie looked to Damon. "What's got her so tired that even coffee won't keep her awake?" she asked him.

"Her parents came home today, so we, well more her than me, spent all morning cleaning," he explained.

We nodded in understanding. "Well, I, however," began Jamie, " want food and to socialize with other people." She grabbed her jacket and slipped on her sneakers. "Who would like to join me?"

Damon stood up, still in his jacket and shoes, and walked out the door behind him.

"You just gonna stay here?" Mariah mumbled groggily. "I'm too tired to be entertaining or fun right now."

I chuckled, "I think I can deal. Wanna watch a movie?"

"Mhm, sure."

"What-?"

"50 First Dates," she answered instantly. I should have guessed. It was her favorite movie. She could speak along with it and had seen it well over 100 times.

"Okay, then. 50 First Dates it is."

I got up and put the movie in, making sure to grab a blanket on my way back. At the end, after almost 2 hours, I was surprised to find Mariah still awake. "That's such a perfect movie," she sighed.

"It is, but I don't know how I would be able to go through every day with the love of my life not even knowing who I am," I admitted.

She moved into a sitting position to face me. "I bet you could do it. If Adam Sandler could do it," she giggled, "you could do it."

"I don't know. I feel like I would just have these bright hopes that she would remember me, and that would just bring me down." I sat up too so I was facing her now. "Could you do it?"

She hesitated and just kind of looked at me. Her mouth twisted to the side, the way it always did when she was thinking. "I don't know. I guess if I really loved the person, and really wanted it to all work out, I would have to."

"I guess I have to agree."

I don't have the slightest clue as to why I chose then, that moment during that conversation, but I leaned in to kiss her, and she flinched away. I shouldn't have tried, and I couldn't tell you why I did. She hadn't kissed anyone since Douche Bag, and he had been her first kiss. Her first love. The first person who had shattered her heart into a million pieces. The only person who had had the power to make her never want anybody to be that close to her again.

Now I was left feeling like and idiot, and she looked like she was going to cry again. I had just made a perfectly good friendship the most awkward thing. Why, I thought, was I so stupid?