Let Me In

Let Me In [Chapter Four: Think Of You]

Chapter IV: Think Of You

Lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling with the clock in my nightstand reading one am I wasn’t feeling so comfortable knowing Damon Ferran was sleeping just across the hall.

I don’t know what got into me. Now, feeling a little bit calmer, I shouldn’t have ask him to stay, it was stupid. He wasn’t my friend, and I couldn’t kick him out in the middle of the night. Besides, my mother would arrive at around six am and she would see his car parked outside. She knows none of my friends has that car, heck, that’s probably the only Shelby Mustang in the city, and she does know I can’t stand Ferran, I don’t want to have to explain to her why he’s sleeping here.

Well, I clearly wasn’t going to get much sleep, so I got up and made my way to the kitchen. I didn’t even get to the last step of the stairs when I saw him. He was sitting on the couch, his head between his hands that were balled up in fists. He sighed loudly and sat straight. Then he saw me.

“How long have you been standing there?” He asked a little annoyed.

“Um… I just got here” I answered uncertain. He turned his gaze back to the wall in front of him. “Damon…”

“Go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up” He cut me off.

“I can’t sleep” I said walking cautiously to the couch and sitting on it, leaving a considerable distance between us. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, go back to bed” He repeated.

“There has to be something wrong” I insisted, “You can tell me…”

“No, I can’t” he growled at me, “Go back to bed Kingsley!”

That was it. I’m not gonna take shit from him.

“I’ll do whatever I fucking want Ferran” I said standing up, “Get the fuck out of my house!” I shouted at him. He stood up and walked towards me until we were inches apart. His hands were still in fists on his sides and he was grinding his teeth. “Get out” I said venomously.

“Make me” He answered glaring.

I tried to push him, but he seemed to be glued to the floor. Suddenly all the anger I had been feeling towards him for the past three years took over me and I started hitting him while repeating over and over “Get out”.

“I hate you! You’re an insufferable bastard!” he took my wrists so I would stop hitting him. “Leave!”

“No” He stated. Then he pulled me to him and hugged me again. I struggled to get out of his grip but he was stronger. After a moment I stopped, I was tired and didn’t feel like fighting anymore. “I’m sorry I snapped at you”.

“You seem to be apologizing a lot lately” I retorted. I felt tears threatening to spill. Cry baby, that’s what Oliver would’ve call me.

“Nick I… I lo-“ Suddenly the door burst open. My mom came in quickly, drenched from head to toes because of the rain. She looked at me and Damon, we were still hugging. When I realized this I quickly pulled away, feeling cold out of his warm arms. He stood there wide eyed for a moment but quickly recovered. “Mrs. Kingsley… is good to see you again” He said politely.

“Hello Damon, is nice to see you too, you’re doing good I believe, you haven’t been around here for a while…” I knew this was coming, my mom was aware of my non-relationship with Damon, as well of the fact that every time we accidentally found ourselves together I would either ignore the guy, or insult him. I don’t blame my mother, it’s as if I would walk inside my school and see my best friend Annie hugging Jessica. Not happening, not in this galaxy at least.

“I know, I’ve… been busy I guess” That was a lame excuse I thought, busy for the past three years? Right. “I should get going, you don’t need me here anymore” He said looking at me. I felt relieved. But the way he said made it sound as if I was using him.

“Yeah, its ok, my mom’s here now, you’re free to go” I quickly responded.

“Nonsense” Said my mom walking up to us. She put a hand on each of our shoulders. “You’re staying, is too late to go home” she said looking at Damon, “Besides, if he stays you won’t have to ride the bus tomorrow and get soaked getting to the bus station, it’s a win-win” She added looking at me. Right, win-win… I hated how she got that expression fromLetters to Julietand wouldn’t stop using it every chance she gets.

Parents seem to have that talent, they’re always able to ruin your plans or embarrass you. It amazes me. Now he has to stay, I have no idea what I’m feeling about it, about the whole situation actually and I won’t be able to sleep with him in the house.

“I’m not sure if it’s a good idea” Damon said looking uncomfortable. Thank you, finally somebody that sees how awkward this would be.

“So you want her to get sick” My mom said. Oh God, how stupid was that?

“N-No, no, that’s not what I meant” he said hurriedly, then he sighed, “I’ll stay, if that’s okay with Nicole…”

“Of course, she loves the idea!” I didn’t even get the chance to answer. “Now go to bed guys, you have school tomorrow”.

For a small moment I felt like I was a child again and we were having one of the many sleepovers we used to have. We would watch cartoons until really late in the evening, well that is if our parents didn’t catch us. We would make a tent with blankets and pretend we were alone camping in the middle of the woods or creep to the kitchen in the dark to steal the jar of cookies. We even ran away once, to actually sleep in the woods, but we were caught before we even had the chance to get to them. Jerry, my mom’s boyfriend found us, he heard us going out because I tripped and fell off the stairs. At the moment Jerry didn’t have the authority to punish me, because he was new to the family, but my mom was beyond pissed, and so were Damon’s parents when they found out. We were grounded for weeks.

Damon and I walked up the stairs and to our rooms. I closed my door and breathed. I won’t sleep at all tonight.

I sat on my bed and, with the lamp on my night table on; I started skimming through old photo albums. It was unbelievable in how many pictures Damon was, he was practically in all of them, that is until my freshman year. One year we went to the beach and took him with us. That was the year my mom started dating Jerry. My biological dad died when I was two years old, I can’t even remember what he looked like, but I got his eyes. Jerry was like an uncle to me, I couldn’t feel him like a dad, there was something off about him. In the picture Oliver, Damon and I were smiling goofily and Jerry was half buried in the sand.

Suddenly I heard a quiet knock. I stood up leaving the album resting on the bed and went to open the door.

“I saw the light… what are you doing?” Damon was only in his boxers and I had to mentally slap myself to stop staring, his body was amazing. Damn hormones… “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I really can’t sleep… I was looking at some photographs” I answered. He just stood there, analyzing me. “Do you wanna come in?”

“Sure”.

We sat next to each other on my bed and I picked up the album.

“Look, we were so cute!” I said giggling. He smiled and then frowned. “What? What it is?”

“Nothing” he laid down on the bed, his muscles stretching, “I missed you”.

I laid down next to him, carefully placing the album on my night table.

“I missed you too”.

I don’t know how long it took, but it couldn’t have been that much, because I hardly remember anything else happening, but I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.