Daddy Damon (Gorillaz)

Part 12

A/N: I've sorry I went on a weird hiatus thing, but I'm back. 

"So you took him to talk to someone?" I ask sipping on my coffee, cringing a little from the hot sting on my lips.

"Uhm, yeah. I just don't want you to get caught up in him. After all, breakups can be bad and I know for one Damon doesn't deal with them well." I bite down on my lip playing with my fingers. "I really hope he's not being a dick and using you..." Jamie trails off taking a drag from his cigarette.

I sigh loudly, "I don't mind, I guess you could call us friends with benefits-"

"But he doesn't act like your 'friend' does he?" I look off into the distance admiring the sunny streets. "I'm looking out for you and Damon. Both of you don't need a complicated relationship."

I look down, "I'm sorry for getting caught up in your life, honestly I'm just some random girl." Jamie sighs and hands his cigarette to me. I takes a couple drags before he decides to speak up again.

"Dee, what do you do for a living?" I grumble.

"I'm a part time receptionist for a gym." I look at Jamie who's face is filled with entertainment from my answer.

"I can get you a job." He looks out onto the street.

"Uhm," I say flustered, "is that really a good idea? Considering the whole thing going on?" Jamie shrugs.

"It's a job, not a free ticket to fuck Damon whenever you like." I snort as he snickers, "we're struggling with out social media platforms, we really need a crew but if you're at least helping us out that's better than nothing. I was just thinking cause I've already been asked who you are, I feel like giving you a job is a better excuse." I take a deep breath.

"Maybe..."

After a little while of chatting I decided to head home. I didn't want to waste too much time with Jamie, I wasn't that important to him anyway.

When I got back to my flat I immediately collapse onto my bed. I never would have thought I would ever have a weird relationship with my favourite bands, lead singer... I'm not sure if that even made sense.

I decide to check my phone, I hadn't in the past couple days as I didn't feel the need. I've probably messed an email or two.

"Ah shit..." I say out loud noticing the millions of messages I had received. All in the space of an hour...

Damon

hey

where did you go?

jamie said u went for coffee,
why???

ur not supposed to be going
on dates with my friend

dee

can u come back please

jamie made me go to therapy,
please, I hated it, come back

deeeee!!!

Hesitantly I decide to reply... at least I would need to eventually.

Damon

It's not a good idea for us to 
see each other, Damon, you 
know this

why

we get on so well, I want to
take you out

Jamie explained to you that
you only feel that way cause
you're going through a bad
breakup

Jamie might hire me, I want
us to be professional if I do
take this job

We made a deal

I don't want to do the deal
anymore, I want to take you
out!

I don't think you do

6 weeks, and if you still want
to take me out, fine

I put my phone down and sigh heavily. 

Did my life just suddenly turn into a tv show or what?

- A/N: It's short I'm sorry. I'm kind of loosing inspiration for this fic, I might start a Damon texting fic, or maybe one shots? Let be know what you think :) -