15 Days (Bamon)

Day 2

Damon calls me the next day and asks to meet up. I debated on his request, but eventually I give him the okay. I wasn't really sure what to expect on our date, I barely knew the man and his likes and dislikes but I guess that's what the whole dating thing was for.

I decided on a violet sundress that showed off a good amount of my cleavage but not so much that I looked like a hoe. While I was getting ready I couldn't help but wonder if Damon had fallen in love with me yet. It was something that was on the back of my mind the whole drive there. I don't know why I really cared about that, but I guess if he didn't, it would put a dent in my ego (which probably would be a good thing).

Now that I think about it, how did I get such a big ego? I wasn't always like this, there was a time in my life (or let's just go with my entire teenage years) that I always felt insecure. I was always the quiet one; I was always the second choice. I don't know why, I thought that I was a sweet, loving person that everyone would love to have as a friend, but somehow I just couldn't seem to get it right. Every year my New Year's resolution would be to talk more, to break out of my shell, to be me, but little did I realize that this once quiet, sweet person was me. I couldn't be another person because I was all I knew how to be.

I saw Damon standing by the entrance of the restaurant wanting on me. He wasn't what I would consider to be dressed up, but he made it work. He was in jeans, boots, and a black V-neck that he threw a blazer over top to make it seem like he dressed up. I didn't mind, I didn't dress up myself I could've picked a better dress and shoes and accessorize, but I didn't have the time and frankly I didn't care.

"You look amazing." Damon complimented me.

"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."

And he didn't. From far away it seemed a little bleh, but up close he looked like he stepped out a GQ magazine and by that time I wished that maybe I should've accessorized.

He grabbed my hand and led me inside the restaurant (I must say that his hands feel very nice btw). He told the hostess that his reservation was under 'Salvatore' and she looked first at Damon then at me and rolled her eyes slightly before checking out the reservation. I tried my hardest not to say something, but I let out my anger and curiosity show by my body language.

Jealous bitch.

Damon must have somehow picked up on my mood even though he wasn't looking at me. I say this because he gently squeezed my hand and somehow I felt better. I don't know if he hit a pressure point or whatever but it worked. I looked up at him as we were being led to our table but his face remained looking ahead. I don't know why I'm smiling at this point but I was.

We're seated now and The Bittie handed us our menus before walking away.

"We used to date." Damon said like he was apologizing for ever dating her.

"I figured."

"What gave it away? Was it the evil eye roll?"

I laughed. "That and how she was obviously trying to make it seem like you made a mistake in dumping her."

"How so?"

"Jeez, are boys really that clueless?" I shook my head.

"I guess we are."

"Let me tell you a few things about most of us women, Damon. Whenever we see our ex no matter how bad or good things ended, no matter who broke up with who, whenever we see you, we try our best to look our best."

"Go on."

I didn't smile even though I want to. "Since she's in uniform, when she saw you walk through those doors, she...arranged herself to appear bigger if you know what I mean. And when she was checking on our table on the screen she was really checking herself out in the reflection of the screen to make sure her hair wasn't out of place or that she didn't have something in her teeth."

Damon leaned back in his chair and I'm guessing he was thinking back to see if he remembered anything I was saying. It was quite funny.

"And lets not forget," I said after sipping my water, "about how she had an extra sway to her hips leading us back here."

"So I take it that you've have done some of these things yourself since you're such the expert?"

This time I let myself smile. "Not really, I'm just very observant."

Damon opened his mouth to say something, but a waiter came out asking what we wanted to eat. I panicked since I hadn't been to this place before and I hadn't, not even for a second, glanced at the menu. I didn't want to be a hold up so I ordered the first thing I see; Chicken Alfredo. I've only tried it once before and for the life of me I can't remember if I liked it or not, but after eating I found it to be quite delicious.

By the time I looked back over at Damon I see that he was smiling at me. Not creepy like a stalker would, but a nice genuine smile. I narrow my eyes at him waiting for him to say why he was looking at me like that, but he didn't speak. At that moment my suspicions had cleared for I realized that he's in love with me.

"Something on your mind?" I asked after a while.

"Tell me more about yourself Miss. Observer."

"Uh, I'm twenty-one, I live in a condo outside of town even though I spend most of my time in Mystic Falls."

"Then why get a place outside of town?"

"I don't know," I sighed, "I think it had something to do with proving my parents wrong in that I can actually get out of here."

He chuckled. "Alright, what else?"

"Uh, I have a cat her name is Homie and a few red fish—those are nameless."

"Cat and fish?"

"Yeah, but the cat can't get to the fish. I had the tank built into a wall on one of my walls in my bedroom."

"Interesting. I've never heard that before."

"Neither have I, I saw it in a magazine once and I just had to get it."

"Maybe I can see it sometime."

"Maybe."

He smiled at me and by this time our food is placed in front of us. We didn't take our eyes off each other though; we just...stared.

Dinner didn't stay quiet though, after we got started eating I asked him to tell me things about himself. I found out that he's twenty-four, has a stable job at a cooperate law firm so he's racking in the big bucks. He has no pets but would like a dog and might I add that he added a wink at the end of that statement.

Usually I'm against kissing on the first date, but his lips were so tempting that when he leaned in I couldn't back away. His lips were soft pressed against mine and I had to stop myself from moaning when his large hand slid down my back and pressed me in closer to him. He was the first to pull away cause lord knows I wouldn't have.

"I'll call you."

"Good."

He smiled and kissed me again but I slipped out of his arms before things got too heated and I grabbed my keys from the valet and drove off.

He's all over my mind now, I know I don't love him but I surely am crushing.

However you sign a journal,
B.