His Name Was Damian

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This chapter is the catalyst of a new friendship and honestly... I love the chemistry between these two. I hope you all enjoy them the way I do. But anyway this is just a little note I'm putting at the beginning, but you can just skip this and get into their story lol.

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Naomi

I didn't even want too walk inside my house. My mom was away and I knew my dad wasn't coming home, so I was going too be alone.

So I ran back to him.

Just as he was pulling out of my driveway, I ran from inside my house to in front of his car. He looked at me confused, which I completely expected from him.

He rolls his window down, expecting me too speak first.

"So, like, I didn't really invite you in which was kinda rude of me and I was just wondering?"

Damian smirks at me, "What were you wondering?"

"If you wanted to come inside?"

Damian turns off the engine and opens the car door before hesitating, "Would your parents be okay with that? I don't want to like, ya know, fuck up meeting your -,"

I hold up a hand to stop his rambling, "Damian chill, my mom isn't home so that's why I'm asking you inside."

His eyes go slack, "This is a muthafuckin' trap I swear."

I roll my eyes and pull him along with me, "Just come on, Jesus."

As I pulled Damian through the door, he stumbled in, running into the back of me.

I send him a look, "I just did not pull you that hard."

He shoots back a glare, "It's not the fact that you pulled me hard, I just tripped over the rug."

"Mhm."

I maneuver my way into the kitchen with Damian following close behind me, silently taking a seat at the counter.

I really didn't think this through- like what are we going to talk about? Is he going to think I'm weird?

"You wanna watch movies? I don't care what we watch or do- we don't have to do what I suggested either -," Damian cut me off by walking away towards my tv.

"I don't mind, Naomi," He says and he nods toward the coach, wanting me to come sit next to him. "Now what kind of movies do you like to watch.

I walk around to sit next to him and shrug, "I don't mind, I like horror movies a lot."

Color drained from his face, "We're not watching a fucking horror movie, that's for sure."

I look at him and gasp, "How could you not like horror movies?"

Damian looked like he was about to have a brain hemorrhage in that very moment, "Because that "based on true events" type shit, freaks me the fuck out. Like, what would you actually do if that shit happened to you?"

"That shit rarely happens, so calm down," I say trying to grab the remote from him, but he jerks away.

"Damian, if you don't give me that remote right now."

He shakes his head, "No way, you're gonna fuck around and put on a scary movie."

"It's not my fault you're a lil bitch, now give it here," I say laughing again, trying to reach the remote but failing yet again.

"Come and get it then." He says, heading toward the stairs.

I chase after him as he heads toward my bedroom, laughing at how much I enjoy his company. Our laughs mix together, equally enjoying our time together.

This is probably the most fun I've had in a while.

I see Damian laying on my bed, his forearm covering his face; the remote laying next to him. I grab the remote out of his hands and lay next to him, staring at my ceiling.

"I like your room," Damian mumbles, removing his arm from off his face. "I didn't know you were in to art, you're good."

I look around my room and see my art displayed everywhere, before laying my head back down, "Thank you."

He turns to face me, "Is that what you want to do- be an artist?"

I nod, "I know that it won't make the most money but that doesn't really matter to me. I just want to do something that makes me happy."

It was his turn to nod, "I understand that."

We fall into a comfortable silence, the only thing we could hear is our breathing. I turn to face him, but he's turned back to his original position.

"What do you want to be Damian," I whisper, not wanting to break the silence all the way.

He swallows before answering, "Haven't given it much thought- didn't think I'd make it this far actually."

My breath hitches. I didn't want to remind of what he attempted to do, let alone bring on a heavy topic like that either.

But you do get the best answers from the hardest questions.

"Why'd you tried to do it?"

"Do what? Kill myself?"

I wince at his bluntness but try to recover quickly, "Yeah, why'd you try it?"

"I was unhappy," Damian states. "I am unhappy."

He pauses.

"I know this is probably weird, especially coming from someone you don't really know, but I just feel like I don't deserve to be here."

I shake my head, "No."

"No?"

"No," I repeat. "You do deserve to be here... you just might not know your reason."

Damian continues to look at me blankly, like what I just said went in one ear and went out the other.

"Damian, I promise you that the universe, no matter how funny it works is always right. Like, if you didn't have your attempt, you wouldn't have been in the back of the library, and then we wouldn't have talked and I wouldn't have gotten to know you. So really, you fulfilled my reason for being here."

"What do you think your reason is then," he whispers, his eyes meeting mine.

"To be here for you."

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Hi!!! I know I've been gone for a while but I really wanted too make this chapter sweet and have the characters have a beautiful moment together. I think this is going to be a beautiful friendship, don't ya think? ;)

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