Daddy Damon (Gorillaz)

Part 10

For the rest of the day I wasn't sure if I felt okay going home, it was like Damon had lost all of his character around me. I felt the need to stay even though I had been pushing my stay here.

I had asked Damon if I could use his shower, he said it was fine since he could do work for a bit. Made me happy he was still thinking about music even with me distracting him.

I sit on Damon's bed with wet hair. I was wearing one of his massive shirts I had found in his draw. I sat there for a couple seconds not really knowing what to say to Damon, but I decided to go find him anyway. I found my way downstairs to which I could hear very muffled music playing in the distance and Damon's deep soft voice singing along to it. I walked around a bit to try find him to where I had found him sat in what looked like a office. He was sat on a chair listening to quiet music singing to it, looking down at his hand where he was fiddling with a rubix cube.

"I had a dream that you were leaving
Where every atom falling in the universe
Is passing through our minds

Press yourself to me right now
Push yourself deep down now
To the dark hills I must go
Where the shadows hide"

I take a deep breathe and softly knock on the door, startling him and making him turn around. As soon as he sees me he grins widely like a child being handed an ice lollie. I awkwardly step into the room pulling the shirt down slightly feeling a little insecure.

"Hi." I say quietly walking towards him. "What you up to." I peer over his shoulder.

"Nothing important..." He looks up at me and smiles. 

"What?" I laugh a little trying to resist the urge to crawl on top of him and rest my head on his shoulder. He smirks.

"You look good in that. That's one of my favourite shirts." I blush a little but feel quick on my feet to reply.

"All you wear is a leather jacket and black shirts, how is this one of your favourite?" I look down at the washed out logo I could barely read.

"Well, it's my favourite now. You look good." He pokes my hip smiling cheesily up at me.

"So what's up with you now? Before my shower it looked like I had sucked the life out of you." He bites his lips and looks at me up and down. "Damon!" He grabs the bottom of my shirt pulling me closer to him. "Damon..." I whine. "Did you not hear what we talked about earlier."

"Mm, but it's so hard to resist you..."

 I sigh and pull away. "What are you up to today?" I ask crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Oh um." He straightens himself out. "Just a little bit of writing." He voice deepens as he turns around on his chair to face his book.

"Like what?" I crouch down next to him.

"Uh just some self titled stuff, a little bit of Gorillaz, I'm going to see Jamie later if you wanted to come with?"  He turns back around smiling.

"Oh, are you sure that's a good idea, I mean didn't Jamie want you and your ex to work out?" He looks down and plays with his hands.

"I mean I guess, but he does like you, just he doesn't like what we were doing together..."

"Well!" I stand up confidently. "Now you can tell him we're different and we're going to try a different approach." Damon doubtfully smiles at me.

"You know Jamie actually mentioned to me that you looked like the kinda of girl a guy would have to work for." He quietly replies.

"How so?" 

"Well he said that I may have you, but I won't ever be able to keep you unless I worked for you. I kind of agree, just I want you now, more than just messing around. Do you not think we're more, I mean normal people who sleep around don't get to know the other person do they?" I look into his eyes a little confused as to where all of this had come from.

"I-I don't know Damon.I mean I guess we're not normal, but I'm just doubting that you actually want me. I don't want to be a rebound or-"

"You are not a rebound Dee." He stands up in front of me and holds my shoulders. He beams over me like a father giving his child a word of advice. "Why would I let a beautiful girl like you pass as just a rebound. I couldn't let you get away that easily." I blush at his words and shrink down feeling extremely vulnerable. I couldn't tell if he meant it though. After all of it I do feel like it's a way to deal with loosing Justine. I mean whatever if I am, but he wants to be serious with me and I don't understand how that can happen.

"I'm going to go get ready.." I quietly say before running off back upstairs.