Two Weeks Isn't Long Enough (Damien) PT 2

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*Damien's POV*


After I helped Y/n with her fall, I thought about it for a while. The way she looked up to me and her smile got me thinking. Does she like me? If she does, do I like her back?

"Damien, you wanna play some gang beasts?" Shayne asked. I figured it would get my mind off of things.


*Y/n's POV*


Mari and I got back into the room and I flopped on the bed. I heard Mari turn on her Super Nintendo. I sat up.

"Can I play Street Fighter with you?" I asked.

"Of course! Under one condition. You tell me what's going on with you and Damien." I sighed.

"I think I have a crush on him, but it's too early because I just met him today!"

"Don't overthink it. It's probably just a camp crush. If not, you two would look cute together," she said. I blushed.

We played Street Fighter for an hour before the counselors said lights out. Mari just turned on a Netflix movie and we fell asleep to that.

That next morning, I woke up to the counselors banging on the doors and screaming at us to wake up. I fell out of bed and dragged myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my hair. Then I threw on a Nirvana shirt with black shorts. I slipped on some Galaxy sneakers and ran out with Mari. She locked the door. We met up with everyone.

We started walking to breakfast at the college's cafeteria. It sucked but at least I ate something.

Then, we split into groups to go to our first classes. I had a film first with Shayne, Damien, Courtney, Sohinki, and Wes.

The whole class, we pretty much learned about famous directors and their certain genres of movies. It wasn't all that interesting until Courtney passed a note around our little group. It said,
If you're going to the pool, put a dot by your name.

• Wes 

 •Sohinki 

 •Shayne 

 •Damien

Mari 

 Y/n           

Boze

Lasercorn

I marked a dot by my name and passed it back to her. She smiled and grabbed her stuff. It was already time to go. I walked with them back to the union and met up with my next class group.

The counselor led us to the next classroom for the writing class. Mari was in the class with me. I sat in between her and another kid a year younger than me. I think his name was Cooper.

"You get stuck in this class too?" He asked me.

"No. I wanted to take this class. I like writing."

"Frickin weirdo," he muffled. I rolled my eyes and looked at Mari.

"You like writing too?" I asked her.

"Oh, I love it! When I'm not making videos with the guys, I'm either traveling or writing."

"What do you usually write about? I write about my dreams."

"I love writing stories about what I see when I travel. I see stuff like fallen trees and abandoned cabins and write about monsters or little creatures that inhabit the place."

"Dope!"

~Le Lunch~

"Well, how do you like camp so far?" Laser asked me.

"Oh, I love it!" I said. I had finished my food and was making a portrait of Damien out of siracha. 

"Holy shit! That's amazing!" Sohinki yelled. I blushed with embarrassment.

"Matt!" The counselor yelled.

"Sorry!"

After lunch, we went to our dorms for half an hour before the third period. I hung out with Lasercorn.

"So, how long have you and your boyfriend been dating?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow.

"Where did you get the idea that I was dating someone?"

"Wait, you don't have a boyfriend?! But, you're so pretty and creative!" He yelled. Does he like me? Probably not.

"No? I'm single and will be for a while. My mom would KILL me. Why do you care?" I asked.

"No reason. I uhh gotta wash my foot," he said as he sprinted down the hall.

"Wha-"

"We don't know. Don't ask. Nobody knows what's wrong with him," Boze said.

*Damien's POV*
Laser burst through the door.

"She's," pant, "single."

Holy crap! How is she single?! I better ask her out soon, but it can't be that soon. It has to be sometime this weekend on the field trip.







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