Making Me Smile (Damon Fizzy Story)

Chapter 8, Playlist Day 2

SUPER IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE END REGARDING THIS STORY.

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After Evan wasn't as annoyed with me for dumping water on him during his morning quickie, he let me come inside.

"Are you showered?" I asked once he opened the door.

"You sure bet I am." I could hear Greg snort and I just shook my head. Gross.

"We have to get going soon. Set things up and such." I rambled on. I heard music playing in the background and I hummed along with it. Evan was putting different clothes on, Greg was taking a dump in the bathroom with the door open, and I was just laying against the bed.

A knock on the door had me up in a second and I opened it right up.

"Hey Samm." Damon said cooly. I looked at him and smiled.

"Hello Damon."

"How are you doing?"

"I am alright, and yourself sir?"

"I'm alright. Curious about some things actually which is why I came to talk to you." I checked the time on my phone and looked up at Damon. Damon being up this early was something very unusual flr him, seeing as he was the kind of person who usually slept in until 3 or 4 in the afternoon.

"Well, we could stay here with Evan and Greg or we could go out to breakfast. Your choice." I offered.

"Let's go out to eat. Those two can have their own chill time." He suggested.

"Alright. Let me grab a few things." I walked away from the door and walked to my bed. Checking everything, I made sure I had my keys, phone, Vlog camera, and a couple spare bucks for a drink.

"Meet me at the stage at eleven thirty. We go on at twelve. You can't leave me hanging. I'd have to do the whole show by myself and that wouldn't be good." I told Evan before I could leave.

"Okay Samm, whatever you say." Evan said as he walked closer go Greg. They slowly started taking their clothes off and I was out of the door.

"Too much sex has been going on in that room." I grumbled as I slammed the door behind me.

"I think that means something." Damon wiggled his eyebrows at me and I gave him a look.

"Sorry sorry sorry. That's not the kind of thing I should say." He slapped his cheeks. "I'm so sorry Samm, I didn't mean that."

"I know." I sighed quietly. "It's okay. Force of habit."

Both Damon and I went down the elevator in silence but began talking again once we tried finding somewhere to eat.

"Let's go to Starbucks!" He suggested.

"I didn't bring that much Damon." I laughed, as did he.

"I can pay for you Samm. It's not problem."

"It is though. I can't have you paying for everything Damon. You're not my boyfriend anymore." I blurted out and immediately covered my mouth.

"Oh, I understand." Damon laughed it off but I watched his smile falter immediately.

"Oh my god. I can't believe I said that. I am so sorry. I don't know what I was even thinking." I put my hands in my face and I sighed angrily.

Oh my god, I was such a piece of shit. Why would I say something like that?!

"It's cool. Come on, lets go get our drinks."

Both Damon and I tracked down a Starbucks and I ordered a small vanilla bean frappe, which thankfull was only $3.50 plus tax.