The Way To a Bloggers Heart

5. We Are the Knights Who say "Neh!"

Little bit of a recap:

Walking into my room completely forgetting that I forgot about my orange juice. This time I put my glasses on, I really didn’t want to go down there. I hadn’t even gotten up when Damon walked in with a cup of it in his hand.

“I thought you’d want this.” He set it down on my nightstand and turned around to walk out of the room.

“Damon wait!” Oh god what am I doing?!

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A while later around 4 am.

“Nice Eor Pajamas by the way.” Damon said smiling at me.

“Oh shush.” I said.

(Now this is what happened between what I’m going to say 2:10ish when Damon came in with the orange juice and 4 amish)

Damon turned around and looked at me.

“Yes?”

“Can you..um..uhh..umuh..um” I stammered for the right words. We had just got into a mini rage fight, and then he brings up my orange juice and I’m being nice to him. What is that??? Orange juice! Perfect!!! I grabbed the glass of orange juice he had just set on my night stand and started drinking it, nervously looking at the ground next to his feet.

“Don’t drown yourself in it.” He said coming and taking the cup out of my hand.

“Ah! Ah! But…but I want!!” I whined like a 5 year old girl.

He sat down next to me and raised one of his perfect eyebrows, “Not if you’re going to try and kill yourself. I don’t think your grandmother would be very happy.” I then noted at how calm he was being with me, and yet how Damon-like he sounded at the same time.

Well he is Damon, why wouldn’t he be Damon-like?  A voice in my head said to me.

Because she’s only now realizing the things he does all the time. Another voice replyed.

Okay shut up, I am not one to want to look like I’m crazy. I am so crazy aren’t I? I looked over at Damon to see he was looking at me weirdly, like he was observing me. He took a piece of my hair and tucked it behind my ear with his hand. (A/N Sometimes I think of things I’m writing and think for example “No duh he’s doing it with his hand, what else would he use? His foot?” And sometimes I put it into Aimee’s mind, but in a time like this. No I don’t Just thought I’d mention that :P) I felt my face heat up slightly.

“Aimee, what was it you were trying to say?”He asked.

“Oh nothing.” Should I tell him about the nightmare? No, I shouldn’t tell him about the nightmare, because he’d think I was crazy and I don’t really want to go through it again if I’m just going to go to sleep, and have to go through it again. “I’m just, I’m um I’m going to go to sleep. Yea, I’m gonna go to sleep.” Not really. I thought to myself. Damon sighed and got off the bed, walked over to the door and shut off the light. “Okay! Damon, stay.” I say, whispering the last word. It was barely audible even for me to hear.

“For some reason I knew you didn’t want me to leave.” He chuckled a bit and came and sat on my bed. “I’ll sleep on the ground.” He said grabbing a pillow.

“No it’s fine.” I said patting the left side of my bed for him to come and lay down. Throwing the pillow back on  that bed he walked over to the bathroom.

“Don’t want you dying as I strip.” He smirked at me.

“Psh. I wouldn’t.” I said.

“Uh-huh.” I stared at the top of his head. A sheet of fabric then separated his hair from my eyesight but for only about a second. He -of course- was then shirtless, and I struggled not to let my eyes wonder down but I didn’t let them. Instead I looked at his messy head of hair, eventually his pants and shoes were off too. When he walked around to the side of the bed I was letting him sleep in I looked in the opposite direction where the door was.