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

Your Eyes Don't Lie

*Damon's POV*

I was making dinner with Cyr. It was actually really late for dinner. It was 1 in the morning. But who cares? We can do whatever we wanted to do. Who was going to stop us?

My phone started ringing in my pocket. A skype call from Mariah. I grabbed a plate of the vegetarian stir fry and went to sit on the couch with Cyr, then clicked the answer button. "Hey, girl," I said with a mouth full of food. 

"Hey, Damon. I really- oh. Hey, Cyr. Sorry. I can call you back later," she said, her voice shaking. It was hard to tell with through the cameras, but I felt like she was crying. 

"No, no. It's fine," I told her. I set my plate down on the table and went into my bedroom. "What's up?"

"It's just- ugh. You're not secretly in love with me or Kellin, are you?"

"Aw, you caught me," I said sarcastically. "Why?"

"Everything is so messed up and I can't take it anymore!"

How messed up could things have really gotten? The last time I had seen her was this morning. Of course then she had been just getting out of the hospital after falling off a cliff and being kidnapped... Maybe things could be messed up. "What do you mean, hun?"

"Well, first, Douche Bag and all his friends showed up this morning and tried to shoot me. Then, after that, Jeydon decided it would be a good time to tell me that he is in love with me."

I snorted. "You didn't know that?" 

"Really not the time, Damon. And no, I didn't know that. Anyways, before he did that, he yelled at me for liking Kellin. Like, should I feel bad about that? I don't think I should, but I do. Especially now that Jamie came in her like 5 minutes ago and decided that she would just make me feel even worse."

"Wait- why was Jamie mad?" I asked. Apparently, in the few hours since I'd seen all of them, everything had spiraled out of control. I like that Mariah knew she could talk to me, though. I always talked to her when I was really depressed or anxious. She was good for those kinds of things. 

"I don't even really know. I'm guessing that she likes Kellin? Anyways, she came in here and just decided to basically tell me that I'm a horrible person because me and Kellin have, like, kind of a thing. Why didn't she just push me down the stairs while she was at it? I mean, I already know that I'm a terrible person! I just kind of thought that her and Jeydon were a few of the people that didn't care. And what if Jeydon doesn't want to be my friend anymore? You would definitely have to move up here, because I would need somebody. And I like Kellin. You don't think that I'm the reason that him and Katelyn didn't work out, right? Jamie was the second person who brought that up. I'm not a fault, right? It's just- I mean, I couldn't exactly make him do anything that he didn't want to do! He said that he liked me! What am I supposed to do about it?"

"Calm down," I said. She was ranting, and that was fine, but I was lost. No, I was way past lost. It was like I was trying to go to Mexico, but ended up crossing the border into Canada. "I don't think that he could stop being your friend or talking to you, and Jamie is just jealous. She can get over it. You should be happy that Kellin likes you. There's nothing wrong with that."

She closed her eyes, like she was trying not to cry. I'd only ever seen her cry once. She really didn't do it often. "I guess, but... Am I selfish?"

"What?" Was she serious? Definitely not. "No. Of course not. You're like the sweetest little thing. You're apple pie. You're strawberry bubblegum. You are cotton freaking candy. Okay?"

She smiled a little bit, then it washed away. "But that's, like, one of my worst insecurities. You know, being selfish and not good enough."

"But you're not selfish, and you are good enough," I told her.