Making Me Laugh (Damon Fizzy Story)

Chapter 8 - Give Me 5 Reasons

I shifted in the bed, sweating a little too much from all the heat around my body. When someone breathed against me neck, I nearly screamed. Since I was filled with so much luck, I did end up falling off the bed.

"Fuck." I muttered under my breath. The body that was in the bed with me peered over the sheets. I nearly cursed again as I saw a topless Damon.

"Are you alright?" He asked me once he hopped off the bed and approached me. His hand was held out and I grasped it. He heaved me up and I sat on the bed.

Before I could even say anything, I touched my stomach and legs. Sighing happily, there were clothes still on them.

"What the hell happened?" I asked once Damon sat on the bed. Still, he was shirtless and I was struggling to keep my eyes up. So, this was how a guy felt when he wanted to check a girls boobs out. Props to the ones that could fight it.

"You don't remember? We're you drunk?" I gave him the infamous 'are you fucking kidding me look?' before I ran a hand through my hair.

"No, I was sleep deprived. I had hardly gotten any sleep, or any energy from a drink for that matter." I sadly smiled and tried my best to remember what I had done last night, but it all came as a blank.

"Oh. Well, jeez Louise Samm!" Now, I was sort of taken back by that phrase.

"I thought only old people said those kind of things..." I trailed off with an easy grin. He rolled his eyes, but laughed.

"What time is it?" I asked, VidCon suddenly making its way into my mind.

Damon checked his phone before nearly letting his eyeballs out of his sockets.

"What time is it?" I asked again, a little more nervous.

"Ten thirty...." CRAP. CRAP. CRAP.

"NO!" I ran towards the door and struggled to open it. I had to be there by ten fifty for a quick chat with some of my friends that were there. It was a promise I had made. But now, I only had like ten minutes to shower, get dressed, do my hair, make-up, and all that stuff.

Before I could even attempt opening the door to my room, I remembered at least one thing from last night. My key card wouldn't let me open the door.

"I'm going to be so late." I heard a sob escape my chest. Damon looked so lost and the best thing he could do was give me a hug. Before I even let more then tenish tears fall, I pulled away.

"Can I borrow some more of your clothes? And shower....?" Ya know, for only knowing him for less then twenty for hours, I've asked for a lot.

"Sure. Your... Ahh... Bra is in their. I wanted it to dry and..." He trailed off and I smiled at how adorable he was when he got embarrassed.

"So, I'll go take a shower, I'll be right back." Immediately, I ran into the bathroom, peeled off Damn's clothes, and began the ice cold shower. By the time I was about finished was when the water had FINALLY turned not as cold. Or maybe my body was use to the freezing temperature.

And then I encountered another problem. I hadn't let Damon give me the clothes to wear. There were two options in a situation like this. A)go out naked. Or B)wrap a towel and pray it doesn't fall off. Being the sensible girl that I am, I came up with an even brighter plan.

Without opening the door too wide, I opened it enough to make my head peak out.

"Damon." I whispered. "DAMON."

Before I could react, clothes hit my feet. Without even looking at them, I pulled the shirt on, no problem. And then I encountered yet another problem. My legs were too thick for his fucking size negative skinny jeans.