'You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style
You got that long hair, slicked bac...
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Damon couldn't deny the feeling in his chest anymore, the feeling of his heart exploding, the race his heart would take when he was near the vampire. There was just something, no everything about her that he needed. His heart felt whole, alive he felt like it was dancing inside his body.
He remembered every second of her lips on his, he remembered every second she stood there in the sun shining like a diamond. It was engraved into his brain into his heart.
Because despite kissing hundreds on girls and boys. That kiss. That one where he stood before her, his heart beating so fast he thought he would combust there and then. That one felt like his first kiss.
The eldest Swan had never believed in love, not when he saw the way his mother treated his father or the way the men his mother brought home treated her.
But Damon wasn't sure what he believed anymore.
Because if vampires were real? Maybe that delightful feeling in his chest was too.
"You don't have to tell me." Damon's voice was soft, his eyes gentle like a soft brown leaf falling from a tree.
Rosalie leaned back against him, her back to his chest as they sat on the edge of the cliff, the soft grass beneath them. She looked up, meeting his brown eyes. "I want to. I just don't want you to look at me differently."
"Try me."
The blonde vampire moved, so she sat before him, looking at him so she could see his reaction.
"My real name is Rosalie Lillian Hale." She told him.
"Oh, thank God, I was worried you were going to say it was Bob." Damon smiled when he saw her crack a smile and push his shoulder.
Rosalie picked up a piece of grass to play with, but it was quickly replaced with Damon's fingers. "I was born in Rochester New york. My mother was a housewife like every woman was back then. My father was a businessman. I had two younger brothers." She took a deep breath, playing with the rings that rested along his fingers.
"My parents took pride in my looks, which I did enjoy. I also enjoyed my father's pleasure in buying me beautiful clothes, my girlfriends' envy, and the admiration of every man that I passed." Rosalie chuckled. "The result of all this attention was that i became self-absorbed, shallow, and materialistic."
Damon went to open his mouth to disagree, but Rosalie placed her hand over it, raising an eyebrow at him. "There's a reason people call me the ice queen."
"There was this one boy shall we say. Because God's he was no man." Not like Damon, no, he was nothing like Damon. Damon was fire, passion and humour, and happiness.
