The Yearbook Photo: Damien Haas X reader

Stunned

You stand there, stunned into silence. 

"So what do you say y/n? You up for it?" Shayne says. 

"I-I don't understand," you stutter. "You guys don't know me and you're offering me a job?" You cannot fathom somebody offering you a job after just meeting. 

"Based on your history and how you presented yourself, you seem like the kind of person that Ian is looking for to join Smosh!" Damien explains. "We don't have any authority to hire you, but we can definitely set up an interview." he states matter-of-factly but with a pleasant smile. 

"That is really nice of you guys to offer! I would have to look at the qualifications and see if I actually fit the bill and if it is something I am interested in," you respond. "I am very interested in what you explained but want to look at the fine print if that is okay," you smile at the pair.  

Damien chuckles at you rambling on. "Y/n you don't have to say yes immediately. Here. Let me send you the job description, what's your email?" 

"xxx@gmail.com," you tell him. 

You watch as he types for a minute and you hear a ping from your phone. You look down and see an email titled 'Job info for the pretty girl from elementary school'. You feel your cheeks warm as you look up and meet eyes with Damien. He has a wide smile and you do the same. 

Looking back at your phone you realize how late in the afternoon its getting. Boxes needed to be unpacked and your bed still has not been made. 

"I'm sorry to leave so abruptly but I need to get home and finish unpacking," you say to the boys. "Thank you both for offering me an interview, I will definitely get back to y'all when I make up my mind." 

"Damien," you continue, "It was nice to see you again after such a long time." He smiles at you. The smile that caught your eye then and now. "Shayne, it was nice to meet you as well." you finish before heading out.

"Nice to meet you too!" Shayne says cheerfully. "Maybe you could come hangout with us and our friends sometime, i'm sure all of our friends would like you." He smiles. 

"Good to see you y/n!" Damien says politely. "I agree with Shayne, our friends would like you. Here, i'll email you our contact information so you can get in touch if you make a decision... or just want to hang." He says with a curl to his lips. 

Another ping from your phone. Another email from Damien. This one is titled 'Shayne and I would love to hang anytime :)'. You smile and head out the door. 

As the door closes you start your walk home. The sun is setting over the mountains and leaving a watercolor-esc painting on the sky. Hues of pink and orange make the scenery look like artwork. You smile to yourself and say "California might give Texas sunsets a run for their money... That's something I could get used to."

... 

"Perfect!" you exclaim as you hang your last canvas on the wall to finish the collage of self-made artwork. You take a step back and admire the work you have done. Over the years and throughout college you made canvas artwork to remind yourself of the times that were good, and quotes that help you out of times of darkness. Posters from your favorite movies hang next to the collage. None of the colors matched but you didn't care, it represented you. 

The last box to unpack included the memory box. Half-smiling you place it in the top of the closet. Maybe sometime soon you would have something to add to it. Lastly, you place the towels on the shelf in the bathroom and collapse the final box. "That's it." you state out loud. Plopping on the bed you stare at the ceiling. You really did it. You moved your entire life to a state thousands of miles from home. A warm tear runs down your cheek. You aren't sad, you're quite proud of yourself. This was a huge deal. Rolling over to your stomach you grab your phone and hook it up to the bluetooth speaker you have in the room. Blasting your favorite song you start dancing around in celebration of the new chapter in your life. The song ends and you look out on the balcony. The stars were bright and distinct dots in the sky, you can't help but admire their beauty. 

Looking at the clock it reads 9:34pm. "Jeez," you think, "I should get ready for bed." You start the shower and go to grab your pajamas. You pick a button-up short sleeve top with matching shorts covered in lemon print. Choosing another song for the speaker to play you have a solo concert in your shower as you clean off the day of moving. You suddenly remember what happened in the cafe. You imagine seeing the boys laugh and your mind reminds you of the emails that Damien sent. 

"I really need to read those." You remember not opening them and become curious as to what the contents actually said. 

Finishing your shower, you apply lotion, brush your teeth, floss, and braid your hair. Grabbing your computer from your backpack you pull up the emails. Re-reading the titles you can't help but outwardly smile. It takes you a second to click on the actual email. "I can't accept this purely out of the fact that Damien is there, or that you may or may not have a slight crush on him," you admit to yourself. Taking a deep breath you click. The attachment reads 'Hiring requirements for Smosh'. Reading over it you find yourself nodding to each bullet point listed. "Odd that this job is literally everything I could ask for and would be looking for," you exhale. 

One thing that you have always been good at is overthinking. 

"I'm not good enough." you lean your head back onto your headboard. "This is too good to be true," frowning. You question if you'll fit in as well as the boys expect. Ugh. 

A light bulb lights up in your head. 

"The only way to find out if I would mesh with them well would be to hangout," you conclude. 

Clicking to the next email, you blush at the title and re-read it again. Pulling out your phone you type in the phone numbers Damien gave you. It only included his and Shaynes' numbers. 

Suddenly, you get a twinge of pain in your stomach. Nervousness overcomes you. You question if this is smart. "You just moved here, you don't know them that well, what makes you think it's smart to hangout with strangers?" your mind argues with you. The arguing thoughts are overcome with the image of Damien smiling and the sound of his laugh that makes you smile like a little girl. "Screw it," you say and text them both. 

You: "hey guys its y/n! I thought about it and would like to take you up on your offer to hang. I was thinking about taking the interview offer but want to meet your friends first to make sure we get along. :)" 

Ten minutes pass. Thirty. 

"I scared them off," you think, placing your head in your hands, "they think i'm a psycho." 

Your mind plays games on you. It's 11:30pm on a Sunday night. You reason that they're probably sleeping or are busy. 

Drifting off to sleep your mind wonders. What will this new group of friends have to offer? Will I actually get the job if I choose to interview? So many things. 

The room goes dark.

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