You've Changed.

Chapter 14 - The Next Week

- A/N I JUST WANNA SAY THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!

WE NUMBER 1 IN JAMIE HEWLETT AND NUMBER 11 IN BLUR AHHHHHHHH  

ALSO WHAT DO U GUYS THINK OF THE NOW NOW, WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE SONG? MINE WOULD BE EITHER MAGIC CITY OR TRANZ OR SOUK EYE!.-

Not much happened during dinner so I won't bother explaining it, I will just leave you with these words; boring, annoying, PDA, I want to die. So you could probably tell it's just basically how my life feels like at the moment.

I honestly though the Christmas break would be a lot more chill and a lot less Damon bothering me. You know it's not awkward enough walking past your old bullies and friends in the middle of town for small talk. Typically going, "wow, you've changed a lot", "you were so chubby when you were younger *giggle*", "do you still have a crush on Damon?" or the most common sentence "wow, I can't believe Damon is a rock star, are you still neighbours... want to hang out?" LIKE REBECCA NO I DON'T WANT TO HANG OUT WHEN THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU, YOU STOLE MY FAVOURITE PENCIL AND BROKE IT ON PURPOSE.

Maybe I'm just super sensitive that's why I am so angsty all the time... Whatever.

Anyway, the time of year is coming closer and closer, and I'm feeling less and less disturbed by the amount of window porn I get from the house across from me. I still feel like he's doing it on purpose to get back at me for that one incident.

Nowadays I just try and avoid going up into my bedroom cause it's like walking in on people doing it, it's weird. Instead I just chain smoke outside texting Liam or Greg or Harley. I missed Harley like hell she was the only person that can really keep me sane since she always wanted to go places and do something. Even if she is a bit of a drama queen, pretending she's from a 80s sitcom. BUT since she's home for the holidays I feel like a sloth.

In this instance I decided to walk to the convenience store down my road to feed my smoking habit and sugar addiction. Even though it was like -2 I went in a massive jumper and hat, cause when have I ever given fucks for myself, let's be real.

I picked up a bag of gummy and go to the checkout. "Uhh, 20 Marlboro, please." They nod and turn to their kiosk as I try to fetch my money out of my pockets.

"When I used to baby sit you, I was normally the one buying the cigarettes." I jump and turn to see Damon engulfed in a massive jacket laughing to himself. I ignore his comment and turn around to pay the cashier. 

"You were hardly a babysitter, I was old enough and you'd just invite your friends over anyway." I take my things moving out the way for Damon to buy his things, pull the wrapper off my cigarettes, then popping one in my mouth.

"You were not old enough!" He scoffs.

"Well then maybe my classmates just had potty mouthed parents..." I trail off.

"What was that?" He pays as I roll my eyes. It goes silent for a second, "you used to be so awkward around me." We both walk out the store as I light my cigarette. Unfortunately this means we will be walking the same direction. "I mean back then I didn't really know you, I just knew you as the girl who used to stare at me." I stay silent watching the cars pass us, "now you're the girl who glares at me."

"Yep and who's fault is that-"

"Connie, I told you I was sorry about what happened, this was years ago I don't know why you're so mad still?"

I shoot back at him, "because I had to live with my dad and his annoying girlfriend for ages until coming back here for uni, that's why."

"And?"

"And her daughter is like the daughter from hell, she fucking got on my nerves." I tense my grip with the cigarette I was holding.

"Not much has changed then," he chuckles. I shoot him a glare, "I was kidding, blimey." He sighs, "it's not that hard to get along with me, you know?" I just look away. "I can make it up to you." He hesitates a little, "we're performing on Top of the Pops this Christmas if you want to come?"

"Why don't you take your girlfriend?" I throw my cigarette.

"She's performing too." I roll my eyes. Of course she's performing. "And I think your boyfriend is too."

"Just sounds like my worse nightmare..."

"What Top of the Pops?"

I scoff, "no, you calling Liam my boyfriend." He goes silent and throws his cigarette also as I just shove my hands in my pocket.

"So is that a no?"

I shrug, "it's a maybe, I'm not sure if I can go back to the whole, "Connie I love you so much please date me" shit again." Damon just laughs.

"How did you meet?"

I groan, "at a concert. We became friends for a while who fucked every so often, but now he keeps telling me about he feelings and treating me like we're in a relationship, it's fucking annoying." I admit. Though something in me still liked it.

"You're just a player then?" I shrug again miserably looking down.

"I don't play them, they get into it knowing what I want to then try and change my mind."

Damon sadly chuckles again, "I can't relate."

We approach our houses, "whatever Damon." I stomp off to my front door.

"What did I do?" His voice was followed by a light chuckle.

"Open your mouth!" I yell back, I hear him laugh again. Why is he taking this as a joke?

Damon's POV

I think she's warming up to me. At least I hope so... 

I watched her look for her keys and grunt loudly in frustration before knocking on the door defeated. I just laugh before entering my own home. She's a clumsy one.