His Name Was Damian

fifteen

Damian

"She's been sleeping for a while," Naomi says while walking into her room. "Maybe it's from all the crying she did."

"Or the beatings she received," I reply, softly. I laid on her bed, watching reruns of Tom and Jerry like a drug. I noticed Naomi was still wearing my sweatshirt when she began to take it off, her shirt coming up a bit. I turned away to give her some privacy.

"Yeah, maybe," She responds. I make some room for Naomi next to me, but she sits at the end of the bed to grab the remote. "You wanna keep watching this? We've been watching this for hours."

I shrug, "We can watch whatever you want." I pause. "Except horror movies."

"Damn," she says under her breath. Naomi ends up putting on X-men cartoons and she finally lays back and relaxes up to me. Her legs fall on top of mine and her face is covered by the comforter.

"Comfortable," I ask, adjusting my arm underneath her.

She nods, "Very."

Naomi looks half awake as she watches the cartoon, her eyes heavy and lidded. Her breathing becomes shallow and I can tell she's about to nod off, until Melanie comes walking into the room. Naomi's head pops up and the warmth of her body disappears from mine.

"What are we watching you guys," Melanie asks, sitting next to Naomi, causing Naomi to slide more over to me.

"X-men per usual," Naomi says. "We were watching Tom and Jerry before though, because of this boy over here."

I raise my hands in defense, "It's a very entertaining show."

Naomi shakes her head, "Yeah for like five year olds."

I glare at her, "You know? X-men is a cartoon too and many could argue that's for five year olds."

Naomi only looked at me and at that moment I was afraid I had said the wrong thing. I made eye contact with Melanie and she gave me a look saying I had messed up.

"Naomi, I didn't mean it," I start to say, but was interrupted by Naomi's laughter.

"Well shit, you're probably right," She laughs. "I had you scared didn't I? You thought I was mad didn't you?"

Melanie and Naomi begin to laugh together while I began to ignore the girls beside me. They took notice when they finally finished laughing.

"What crawled up your ass," Melanie asked.

I shake my head, "Nothing, I'm just realizing that girls really know how to play guys."

Melanie shakes her head, "Not all girls do."

"I second that," Naomi adds. "Most of us know what we want, others don't... like you're ex."

I can feel my eyebrow raise in confusion, causing Naomi to go on.

"Like she clearly didn't see how good of a guy you are. Some girls are just selfish and sometimes don't realize that relationships go both ways."

I nod my head in agreement and then feel a buzz in my pocket. My phone read "MOM" in bold letters and I get up to answer the call in private.