Soulmate AU

Missing Colors-Continued

Rolands POV

I don't really remember all that happened after the storm started. I don't really know why storms scare me so much, but I've always had this fear. But holding Damian against myself, it was amazing. He made me feel safe, he made me feel strong.

I look down at his sleeping form,  half curled on top of my chest,  and chuckle. What did I do to deserve such a beautiful man? I run my fingers through his sun streaked hair, noting that there seemed to be oil rubbed into it.

Maybe he's a mechanic? That'd explain where he was going when I ran into him.

While I continued to stroke his hair, lost in thought, he began stirring from his slumber. I stilled my hand, not wanting him to think I was being creepy or something. He glanced around the room, blinking the sleep from his eyes, and finally looked up at me.

We silently stared at each other for a moment, until the situation registered and his eyes widened comically. He pushed himself off my chest, ending up falling over the side of the bed and onto the floor,  and looking as red as a cherry.

"I'm just... S-sorry, I think I-I'm going n-now." He stuttered,  hauling ass towards the door.

I had to act fast, I really didn't want him to be embarrassed.  "WAIT!" I called, launching myself out of the bed to stand in front of him. He paused, hand clutching the door frame, not really looking at me. I scrubbed my hand over my jaw, and buffed out a breathe. "I just wanted to say, thanks, for umm helping me? I know you probably didn't want to, but I'm really glad you did." I look away, trying to surpress my own blush.

I waited for him to say something.

Damians POV

He-he doesn't think I like him? But that's ridiculous!

"Of course I like you, you idiot! You're my soul mate, I thought you didn't like me!" I blurt, trying to surpress the urge to just take off to my workshop.

He's stares at me sadly and hangs his head. Suddenly he perks up, smiling hugely, and grabs my hand. "Damian, would like to go on a date with me? I mean you can obviously say no, but I just want to kinda show that I do like you. So, um, yeah. What do you say?" He looks at me with huge puupy dig eyes,  clearly meaning what he said.

I can't help the huge, idiotic, smile that crosses my face as I nod. His smile matches mine and we rush our separate ways, getting ready for our first date.

What do I wear? Is it a formal date? Oh my God, what if it's a fancy restaurant?

Thoughts swirl through my head as I stare into my closet,  finally deciding on a pair of black skinny jeans, matched with black and white spattered high-tops, and a blue bottom up that Leo said matched my eyes. I looked in the mirror, running my hand through my hair to spike it, and decided that I looked nice.

I jogged down the stairs, freezing at the bottom from the sight that awaited me. Roland slouched against the front door, hands in the pockets of his slightly beat up jeans. His black over shirt strained over his broad shoulders, neatly tucked into his jeans.

Overall, he was a mouth watering sight to behold.

I cleared my throat and looked at my shoes, suddenly unsure about my own outfit. He looked me up and down, whistling under his breathe and grinning like a fool. He reached out to me, pulling me to stand by him. He tapped me on the forehead, making me glance up.

"Don't worry, you look really cute!" I don't think my face could have gotten any more red at that point. He chuckled lightly, throwing an arm over my shoulders, leading me out of the house, and on to our first date.