Sweet Song - A Gramon Fanfiction

The dress

Graham's POV

After breakfast Damon and I went outside. "Damon, are we really going to the shopping mall?!" I asked, which made him laugh. "Yeah, I wasn't joking! I really need clothes and it's a nice first date, isn't it? The first date with my new boyfriend!" He kissed me on the cheek, and suddenly I felt a hundred butterflies in my stomach. "You're so sweet. But what if someone from school sees us?" "Why do you always say that? They won't see us, believe me." "Okay..." 

Damon's house was close to the center, so after a little walk we arrived. "Where do you usually buy your shit?" "I always buy it there," He pointed at a shop at the corner of the street, it looked messy. "Let's go inside then!" And so we did. The interior of the store was even messier than the outside. The walls were covered by posters of musicians, footballers and fashion ideas. The only light came from a few light bulbs, and every inch was used for clothes. Although it was chaotic, the shop was very cozy. "I like this place," I said, "But where do we start? There's so much!" Damon walked to the first wardrobe he saw, "Here?" I nodded, and began to search between the garb to find a good outfit for Damon. 

After a while we already had a lot. "Isn't this something for you?" I showed him a dress and laughed. "Ha! No, not my kind of stuff." "Will you please try it on for me? That would be funny." "Only because it's you," he winked at me, grabbed the dress and went to the fitting room. I waited outside. "Pssss... Gra? Why are you standing there? Please come in," Damon took my hand and pulled me behind the curtain. He undressed himself and I started to blush. "Your face is as red as a tomato!" "Yeah... Uhm... You're just very attractive..." I looked at my shoes. Damon smirked, "So are you." He put the dress on. It had the same color blue as his eyes, and to be honest, it fitted him really well. "What a horrible thing," Damon said, "What do you think?" "You look beautiful, Dames." "Was that sarcastic?" "No!" I giggled. He turned red, "Oh.. Uhm... Thanks then.." He started turning around like a ballerina, "Ain't I a perfect dancer?" He kept spinning and then he fell, right into my arms. I laughed, "You're a weirdo." "It was your idea to let me wear this dress, so maybe you're the weirdest here!" He gave me a big smirk, "But I really like weird boys like you." I hugged him. "I love you Damon. You're the best person I've ever met." "I think the exact same thing about you. You're the sweetest bloke alive." The hug lasted very long and it was lovely. Damon smelled like a combination of sweat and flowers, and I can tell you: no one on this world smells better than him. After a few minutes of cuddling up we heard people talking. "That fitting room is occupied for very long time now, is there even someone inside?" Damon and I looked at each other with scared faces. What if people saw us like this? The whole neighborhood would know in no time! I told Damon to took his own clothes on again, and right at the moment he was half naked, a hand opened the curtain...