His Name Was Damian

thirty-three

Damian

Naomi's fast typing on her phone was what caused me to open one eye. She typed furiously as if she was cussing someone out. Her hair was now braided and her makeup was washed off, revealing the darker freckles that appeared upon her nose. I already knew she would complain about the hickeys I left, but I don't care; I loved them. Naomi took a quick glance over at me as I moved before putting her phone down.

"That was my mom," She explained, glancing at her phone. "She's asking where Melanie and I are."

"What time is it," I ask, rolling over on my back.

"Around four-thirty... I should probably wake Melanie up and head home."

I wrap my arms around Naomi as she begins to get up. "Are you sure you can't just stay the night," I beg, hoping she doesn't leave. "It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission."

She wraps her arms around me as she laughs, "I wish but I didn't tell my mom how long we're going to be out so now we have to go."

"Okay, well we can hang tomorrow or something?"

She kisses me quickly, "Of course," and then rises from the bed, taking a blanket with her and traveling to the bathroom. A few minutes later she came out with my sweatpants and shirt on which motivated me to put on my own attire to walk her out. We walk downstairs to see you sleeping friends and wake each one up.

"Melanie, wake up, " I hear Naomi call out. "We have to go."

I nudged the others awake, explaining that it was four in the morning. After rubbing the sleep away from their eyes, they gathered their keys and their jackets before pulling out of my driveway. Melanie's eyes were closed as she sat in the passenger seat, waiting for Naomi to drive her home.

"Call me when you get home okay," I say, wrapping my arms around her to warm her up. "There are a lot of weirdos out there.

She snuggles into me, laughing, "It's not like they're coming into the car with me."

"You never know."

"Stop you're going to make me paranoid," She says pulling away. "But I will, okay?"

"Thank you."

She pulls away from me and gives my hands a squeeze before walking down the steps.

"I'll see you later, tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow."

Her hand was on the door handle as she turned to look at me one last time, "I love you, Damian!"

"I love you too," I yell with the same enthusiasm to her.

She gives me one last glance through the window as she puts Melanie's car in drive to pull off down the street. I watched the car until she turned out of the neighborhood and then traveled back inside the house. Running my hand over my face and walking into the kitchen to get water, I barely noticed my mom standing in the doorway.

"Um, you need something," I ask, taking a sip of the water I made for myself.

She shrugs her shoulders which made me evaluate her appearance. She looked tired. There were bags under her eyes, which looked drained, almost as if she had just been crying.