One Last Rose

Chapter 9 - Once Upon A Time...

This chapter is a bit longer than usual. I got a bit carried away and the ending... well it just had to be jn this chapter.
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Music: Count on me - Bruno Mars
Keith's pov

It has been a few weeks and I think I kind of accepted the way I feel. Damon and I have been taking things slow but every day my feelings for him are getting stronger. I want more, but I don't know how to tell him.

It would be weird to say "hey, I'm ready let's get it on!" I can only hope that showing him that I'm comfortable with him and whatever it is we have is enough.

This weekend my mom had to visit a distant aunt's funeral and since I didn't really knew her, I didn't have to go. Meaning I would have 2 nights for myself since she would leave on Friday.

Today it was Friday at yesterday I asked Damon in a moment of boldness if I could sleep over. It wasn't a necessarity, I was perfectly capable to care for myself. Damon had responded enthusiastic and that's why I was packing a bag with stuff after school.

My mom had said goodbye in the morning and let me know by text that she had arrived. Now the only thing I could think about was Damon. What if he got it all wrong! I didn't want him to have a wrong impression!

Are you ready? My mom just finished getting your bed ready. He texted and I checked everything twice before grabbing my bag, putting on a coat and leaving after locking the house. On my way I responded.

In my head the same question circled over and over and over again but when I stopped in front of his door I couldn't think about anything else but him. He opened the door and he looked so happy. He pulled me in and took the bag from me and started to bring it upstairs. He was gone before I had put my coat away.

"Hello Keith! It's so nice to have you here!" Rachel said as she pinched my cheeks. I truely loved that woman, she always made me feel welcome. "Thanks for having me, Rachel." I said with a smile.

"Keith! Come look at your bed!" Damon shouted from upstairs and I gave her an apologetic look before rushing up the stairs.

In Damon's room there was another bed, a meter from his own bed and on the guest bed sat Damon with a smirk. My bag had been placed besides the bed and I walked over to Damon.

He stood up and hugged me. "I'm so thrilled you're staying over!" He said slightly jumping up and down with me still in his arms. I got out of the uncomfortable position and laughed at his silly face.

The worries I had earlier were melted away and he pulled me to the tv and put on netflix. "I have been dying to watch this movie together and you need to watch the trailer. Tonight I'll make popcorn and we'll watch it. I'm sure you like it!" He said so fast I had a hard time hearing what he was saying.

He was right, the trailer made me just as excited as he was to watch the movie. We chatted a bit more about the movie and discussed which popcorn was better, sweet or salt and in the end Rachel called for dinner.

We ran down the stairs along with Damon's siblings and as soon as we took place at the table dinner was served. I knew Damon's mom loved to cook and it wasn't the first time I stayed for dinner. This time she made lasagne and she smiled at me as I grinned at her.

"I love lasagne." Sam sighed after a few bites. "Me too." I said and Sam shot me a smile. "It's okay." Toby said before he took another bite and I chuckled. In the time I had known the family Stone, I discovered Toby loved to use understatements. So whenever he said things were okay, it meant he liked it.

I caught Lucy staring at me while biting her lip and I swallowed some lasagne before speaking. "What's up Lucy?" I asked her and she sighed. "Well, usually Damon would cite me a little poem because it helps me to sleep. Don't tell me I'm too old for that, I am not, because they're not the bedtime stories he tells Sam, but poems. So I wondered if you too could cite me a poem." As serious as a twelve year old girl could.