A Little Bit Of Magic (A Damon Fizzy Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Warning: This chapter contains mentions of self-harm.

 “Skip, wake up!” My aunt called from downstairs. I bolted upright immediately, and glanced at the clock on my bedside table.

 3:01 pm.

 How did I sleep so late?! I got up as quickly as possible, and ran down the stairs. Cari was standing there, her hair was in tight curls, and she was dressed in a nice outfit.

 “How, how did I sleep so long?” I asked puzzled.

 “I don’t know, but get dressed.” She said, as she went into the living room.

 I ran back upstairs, and got in the shower. After that, I did my hair and make-up. Finally I got dressed, and made my way back downstairs.

 Cari was in the living room, making things “presentable”. She put some flowers in a vase, and vacuumed. I helped a bit, and by 4:30, everything was ready. My aunt went into the kitchen to start making dinner, and I went up to my room to clean it up a bit.

 Ding, dong.

 I took in a deep breath, and went to answer the door, Aunt Cari following closely behind. I opened the door to see Damon, smiling his adorable smile.

 “Hi Skip,” he spoke, pulling me into a hug. I hugged him back, and once we pulled away, I introduced Damon to my aunt.

 “Damon, this is my aunt Cari.”

 They shook hands, and exchanged greetings.

 “Hi, I’m Cari, Skip’s Aunt.”

 “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

 “It’s nice to meet you too. Dinner will be ready soon, I’ll call you when it is.” She said before walking back into the kitchen.

 “Want to go see my room?” I asked, turning to Damon.

 “Sure,” he replied. We walked up the staircase, and into my bedroom.

 “Woah, cool room!”

 “I know right; it turns out my aunt is really into interior design, and she did this herself.”

 “Wow,” Damon mused, as he sat on my bed.

 I sat down next to him, and he took my hand in his, I loved that feeling. We looked into each other’s eyes, and before I knew it, our lips were on each other’s. This kiss was unlike the others we shared, instead of soft and sweet, this one was more heated and hungry.

 I moved my hand from Damon’s to tangle it in his hair. His hand were wrapped snugly around my waist. I pulled away to catch my breath, but soon reattached our lips. Slowly, Damon pushed me down onto my bed, so I was on my back. The kiss was growing more and more passionate by the second, when all of a sudden-

 “Damon, Skip, dinner is ready!” My aunt called. We pulled away from each other, and looked into each other’s eyes. Damon was still hovering over me, and I noticed that his cheeks were burning a furious red.

 “We should probably go.” I murmured. He nodded, and we climbed off the bed, and walked downstairs, and into the kitchen. My aunt was setting everything on the table, as we walked in, still a bit flustered.

 We sat down next to each other, and Damon’s eyes grew twice their size once he spotted the pasta.

 “You guys made pasta?” He said, his voice full of joy.

 “Yeah, Skip told me you like it.” My aunt said, taking a seat.

 “I love pasta!” He mused like a little kid. We laughed and began putting pasta on our plates.