"He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
And he only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life"
In which Evangeline Knight finds herself in the midst of the supernatural world
"He's a cow...
"So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car, Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk, City lights laid out before us, And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder."
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"Well, good morning, sleeping beauty." A teasing voice sounded from beside her as she blinked her eyes open. She turned over to see Damon staring right at her. Her head was throbbing and any amount of noise or light immediately made it exponentially worse.
She tried to think about what happened last night, or even how she ended up in Damon's bed again. "What happened?" She asked, running her fingers through some of the hair that was tangled to her neck fins, she must've slept really hard last night.
"You were drunk last night, mistook the champagne for cider." He replied, trailing his fingers lightly along her arm. "You're a cute drunk, you know that? Couldn't stop telling me how good of a boyfriend I was all night. You get clingy too."
She smiled sheepishly. "Gosh, I'm so stupid." She chuckled lightly. "Why would they be serving cider?" She sighed. "Is this what a hangover feels like? 'Cause this is just awful." She groaned, pinching her eyes closed. "Did I do any other stupid stuff?"
He gave her an amused look. "Well, when we got home you begged me to make you a box of mac and cheese and then you threw it up right after." He chuckled softly. "And when I tried to clean it off your face with a wet towel, I forgot about the whole mermaid thing and you can imagine how that turned out." He raised an eyebrow. "You also told me some of your little secrets. Just minor stuff a boyfriend should know."
Her eyes widened slightly as she took in all the information, the last claim being the one that nearly knocked the wind out of her and stuck in the fore-front of her brain. "Secrets? What secrets?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out, Peach."
______ In all honesty, Evangeline has always been terrible at driving. Every single time she tried, without fail, something would go wrong. And for the most part she was content like that, there was no burning desire to be able to drive a car. Her foot-eye coordination was incredibly weak, so being able to switch from the gas to the brake pedal in a split second was a ridiculously difficult task for her.
However, Damon insisted on being the one that finally cracks the code on teaching her. So, once he used a little tlc to cure her hangover, he ushered her out and into his car. He even wore a bike helmet just to tease her, though she didn't find it all that funny. "Do you know which ones the gas and which one's the brake?" He asked rhetorically.
"Um, no, I forgot." She admitted, glancing over at his dumbfounded face. He told her and she put her foot down on the gas with extreme delicacy, the car inching forward as she gasped lightly and gripped the steering wheel like there was no tomorrow.
He sighed, a slightly incredulous look on his face. "You're joking, right?" She gave him a guilty look and shook her head, to which he sighed. "Brake is on the left, gas is on the right." He was met with a dumbfounded look once again. "You've gotta be kidding me."
