SHAMELESS ✔(Damian Wayne Fanfic)

SHAMELESS

Damian POV

"And you say my music choices are terrible?" she questioned with a little laughs and I give her a displeasing look.

"Singers are just people who have no idea how to work out there feelings or what there going though. People actually have to listen to every word to understand what happened. Half the time it's unnecessary.  Whereas instrumentals, just by the sound of the beat or melody, you can already tell what there feeling."

"But about what? Instrumentals aren't everything Damian. The beat it apart of it but words put it all together."

"Woman.." I say shaking my head. "Feelings don't matter if you can't just say it. It just doesn't make any sense is all I'm saying."

"Then what you're saying is stupid and you can go suck it. Music with words is way better than instrumentals."

"Suck it?" I question giving her the side eye.

"Just try one of my songs OK? I'm sure you'll love it."

"what song?" I ask sarcastically, handing her the aux cord.

"I'll start off with Fall out boy." she says typing away on her phone.

I shrug and watch her plug in the aux cord. As the song began, Valarie mouthed the words. It didn't last long because she started singing.

"'Cause you're the last of a dying breed Write our names in the wet concrete I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me I'm here in search of your glory. There's been a million before me. That ultra-kind of love. You never walk away from.You're just the last of the real ones
You're just the last of the real ones"

I don't know what was more amusing...her singing or the fact that I was actually enjoying it. It wasn't that bad.

"Well..." Valarie asked, just as the song ended.

Shrugging my shoulders trying not to give her the satisfaction of me actually liking the song, I lick my lips and stare at her through the mirror.

"It was OK, I guess."

"OK!" she shrieked scrunching up her nose. "It was more than OK. I just gave you a taste of my playlist."

"Woman, we aren't going through the entire playlist of Fall Out Boy." I protested.

"It's not just fall out boy. I've got some other things to if you must know." Valarie replied rolling her brown eyes.

"Oh really? Like what?" I asked now curious to see what she had to say.

"Andy Black, Panic! At The Disco, of course my chemical romance, pierce the veil-"

"Punk rock basically." I state

"Yeah. When I was going through that phase punk rock bands and musicians were my everything. Now it's memories."

"From the way you were singing, I'm pretty sure you aren't out of that phase yet." I reply  as we park in an empty space.

"Well I mean..." She goes looking down at the ground.

"All I'm saying is, hit me with some culture. As of right now, instrumentals is still my go to."

"Then you're," She says unbuckling her seat belt and leaning close to my ear saying, " a boring asshole."

Poking the inside of my mouth I turn and say, "This name calling won't do you any good."

Biting her lip again she smirks and replies, "Then prove me wrong."

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Valarie POV

Damian had dropped my dress off at the cleaners. I wasn't expecting that honestly, I though it was a bluff. He's different..not the Damian I met at my party...the rude one who had no regard for the people around him. He wasn't completely a jerk but just a smidge.Damian was a lot nicer, still made remarks every time I said something and kept calling me woman which is so annoying by the way. Something about him..something about him.

Maybe it was the clothes. He genuinely looked attractive. Again I'm not just saying that because the shirt...oh god..the shirt was so fitting it made my heart thump against my chest and droll practically spill out of my mouth. Just being honest and I'm not just saying this. I'm not the only person who sees this. Every girl I've met old enough to date Damian has said he dresses so fitted. The occasional sweatshirt here and there but other than that...just plain shirts when he was out.

"You're so different." I say

He looks at me while holding some bags and tilts his head a bit.

"Yeah, like that wasn't random and undefined."

"Not in a bad way, I think." I say, seeing he was confused. "I mean...you just surprised me."

"How?" he asks coming to a stop on the corner.

Turning on my heels to face those green eyes, I say, "I feel like there are so many sides to and all I've seen was the jerk at my party. That is until today. You're still an asshole and a jerk just...a little less." I smile biting my lower lip. "It's kinda peaceful."

"Asshole...interesting. Well you're right about one thing, there are sides of me you haven't seen. And I pray for your sake, you never will."

"The worst thing about prayers is, not all the time you get what you want." I replied walking forward after turning back around.

We had been walking around for a while but I found some new curtains for the living room along with a new welcome mat. Pillows were tough though. So many choices and all of them would look great all over my house. I just couldn't decided which ones.

"The one with anchors or feathers?" I ask, holding up the two different pillows.

"It's a pillow.Pick one and lets go." Damian says, sounding annoyed.

"You are absolutely no HELP! At ALL."

"Woman, we've been in here for an hour looking at pillows. It's not my fault you can't make up your mind."

"I can make up my mind." I protested stomping my foot as he leaned on the cart yawing. "I just don't know what design would match better with the new curtains."

"You're unbelievable." he mutters, running his fingers through his hair.

Not even thinking I hurl the pillow at Damian and it smacks him right in the face. When he looks up, he looks angry.  gulp and cover my mouth and slowly start making my way over to pickup the pillow.

"I am...I am so...so...sorry...I uh..."

Just as I was about to speak, my mouth tasted like cotton as if my face had eaten it. What the hell just happened? Looking up I see a small smirking playing on his face as he stood with his arms folded. Blowing my hair from out of my face I grabbed another pillow from the rack and gripped it.

"Now you're dead."

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THE SONG UP TOP IS 'The Last Of The Real Ones' by Fall Out Boy. IDk if anyone likes him but........see ya!