Just friends, we swear

A face mask and some movies

Damien's pov
Damien ran a hand through his hair, he wasn't sure why he agreed to participate in girls night. Although, he had to admit, he was morbidly curious of what (y/n), Mari, and Boze's definition of "girls night" was. He was currently sitting in the car with (y/n) who had turned on the radio and was currently singing along to what he could only guess was her favorite song. He couldn't hold back the smile that danced across his lips as he looked at her.
"I wish I could stay at her house some more, too bad my car is good to go tomorrow." He thought with a pang of sadness.
They had all stayed and filmed some more videos. One cell outs video, and a mari craft video. Although (y/n) had participated in cell outs, she wasn't a part of mari craft yet and had to wait around the office for them to finish. Damien felt kind of bad, but his guilt slipped away as a patch of sunlight hit (y/n)'s face, illuminating her in a golden glow and filtering through her (h/c) hair, her (e/c) eyes also glowing in the sunlight, though she kept her eyes on the road she was still singing her heart out. There was a small smile on her lips and a smile lit up Damien's face, he began to sing along.
"The more I look, the more beautiful she gets." He allowed himself to think as they pulled into (y/n)'s driveway.
He got out of the car, following (y/n) into her house as she made a list of what she needed to grab from the store.
"Do you want to come with me to the store?" She asked turning around and bumping into him.
He blushed "Y-yeah," he stuttered before clearing his throat "yeah."
She backed up "Sorry!" she said with a small chuckle "I didn't realize you were so close behind me."
"It's okay, I don't mind." He smiled at her gently, ruffling her hair with his hand as a mischievous laugh broke from his lips.
"Damien HAAS!" She yelled at him, grabbing his wrist with her hands and pulling his hand off of her head.
She lowered his wrist but didn't let go.
"Yeeess?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

"Quit that!" She pouted, he could tell she was holding back a smile.
"Hmm... no." He said lifting his hand back up and ruffling her hair again. She squeaked and tightened her grip around his wrists, managing to move his arm down and cradling it between her jawline and collarbone. Her eyes twinkling, she loosened her grip on his wrist.
His eyes flickered to her lips and back to her eyes. He felt his face grow hot and her grip slipped off of his wrist. He cupped her face in his hand, he knew however, that it was too soon.
"Let's get to the store." He said softly.
He heard her breath release, apparently she had been holding it.
"Yeah." She said breathily.
"Headbands." He reminded her.
Her eyes lit up "OH YEAH!" She practically yelled, backing up and turning around, jogging up the stairs.
He ran his hands through his hair and blew out a breath of air, what had he been thinking?
"I can't do that, it'd hurt shayne too much." Damien thought, but his thoughts soon came distracted and muddled up with the sight of her lips and her face in his hand.
"Whoever she falls for," He thought now, "she falls for, even if it isn't Shayne or I."  Then he jolted, "What the hell am I thinking?! We're just friends." He took a moment to clear his head, grabbing some ice water and drinking it. He placed it in the sink as (y/n) came back down stairs. Damien looked back up, she had grabbed four headbands, and a few things of nail polish which she was now struggling to hold.
"Want me to take some of those?" He asked, walking over to her.
"Yes please." She said, handing him a few of the bottles, she walked over to the pantry and grabbed out a plastic walmart bag and threw the nail polish inside, and the nail polish remover. She then returned to Damien and held open the bag as he dumped the nail polish he was holding in it. He grabbed the headbands out of her hand and put them in the bag too.
"Thanks, Dami." She said.
"You're welcome." He returned, and grabbed the bag gently from her hands.
"I have to buy some face masks so come on." She said, grabbing her keys off the counter.
She turned around, her hair flipping as she did so. He felt a smile curl on his lips, as his eyes dared to dart down and back.
He shook his head, he would probably do whatever she said if she asked him.
He raised his eyebrows, and blew out a breath.
"What's wrong?" (y/n) said worriedly as they began to get in the car.
"Nothing, just breathing." He said giving a genuine smile.
"Oh, okay." She said, starting the car.
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"Dames! Over there!" she said, pointing to the aisle they were currently heading towards. He let out a jubilent laugh and spoke.
"Yes I know!" He bumped her on the arm.
"Yes we are!" She said then patted his arm multiple times in succession "let's go let's go they're waiting on us!"
"Okay okay! Which ones are we grabbing?" He asked looking at a line of face masks.
"Well, these ones are trending so I guess these." She answered, picking up multiple of some packs that Damien didn't recognize.
"Uhh... alright." As she turned she tripped over a peice of tile that was missing a chunk, and started to fall. Damien quickly caught her and brought her closer to him.
"You okay?" He asked, face mere inches from hers.
"Uhm... I am now. " She said, her eyebrows quirked, but a smile was playing across her lips.
"Good." He confirmed, then helped her regain footing and put the masks in the cart.
"We should... grab snacks." She said stumbling over her words, Damien had to admit he liked that he made her a little distracted.
"We should, any ideas?" He asked, allowing his pace to settle into pace with hers.
Their shoulders kept brushing against each others, but neither of them moved away.
"Uh... no idea actually." She said, faltering.
"How about some popcorn, since we are getting pizza." He suggested.
"Perfect! Thank you Damien." She said graciously, picking up her pace.