I looked around and noticed expensive paintings hung up on the walls. His house was just as spacious as Damien's. But still the walls here had more light in them. Like the walls ik Damien’s home didn't get many moments to hold in them, craving to hear those touches of family laughter. Maybe because Damien was almost alone every night. Evan came running down the stairs, almost jumping and skipping all the stairs. Smiling wide he came and stood in front of me. Then as if not sure, he came near me and poked me with his finger. When he realized that indeed I was here, he let out a sigh of relief, "It's you." "In the flesh," I replied back. "Mom told me that you were waiting for me. I couldn't believe her so I ran here just to check if it really was you." "You satisfied?" "Very much... Anyways would you like to have something?" He asked. I just had some bread before coming here, so I shook my head in denial. "Come on, pizza?"

"Are you fine?" Damien asked me. He was sitting on the ground with his back pressed against the cold steel. I groaned in response and continued hitting my head on the cold door. He reached out for his pocket and took out a bar of chocolate, then opening it I could see him extending it from the corner of my eyes, "Want some?" He asked. I ignored him and hit my head again. He sighed, "Come on. Hitting your head won't get us out of here...and neither is your head that strong that it could break this door. So just give up already." He was right. Hitting my head won't get us anywhere. If anything it will make my head swell. I sighed and turned around to face him, "Can you try again?" He raised his eyebrows and taking a bite of his chocolate he said, "I've already tried more than I can count."  I ran my hands through my hair. It had been about twenty minutes since we were trapped in here. We had alread

It has been two days since Damien last talked to me. I don't know what's wrong with him. But I really miss him. His cocky comments, his jokes, and his caring nature.  Today was Monday, I hoped I will get to talk to him in the car, but then I realized I actually had to ride with Joey today. I sighed and shook my head. Too much for some peace. I know what I will have to face in the car once Joey comes to know what happened that night. I already told you. He would say. Anyhow, only I know how I've managed to avoid him for the past two days from ducking under the bed or climbing a tree whenever I saw him coming anywhere near me. But. That's all going to go in vain. Because I will have to face him now. Whether I like it or not. Sighing, I got into the car, Joey was already sitting there in the driver's seat. You see my parents trust me so much that they don't even let me drive

At first, it was a soft kiss. Very delicate. But then Damien started kissing me with more passion. His hands were resting on my waist. While my hands were in his soft hair. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as well as tingles all over my body. My legs felt wobbly as he kissed me. But in that moment, captured in my mind I finally realized, I am in love with Damien Calvo. After a while, we both pulled apart to catch in our breaths. When I looked at Damien, he was grinning at me. I smiled back at him while he took my hand and lead me to the massive tree standing there in the middle. We sat down under the tree and Damien intertwined our hands. "How did you find this place?" I asked him. "A few weeks ago I found it when I was trying to run away from something." He said. I nodded at him and looked at all the flowers around us, "You know, these flowers are so beautiful you shouldn't have plucked one." "I always pluck one and it alway

I entered the house. The smile never leaving my face. I made my way upstairs and just as I was about to move to my room, I heard someone say. "Someone seems in a good mood today."  I turned around and saw Joey there with a smile on his lips. I ran towards him and hugged him tightly. "I'm soooooo happy," I said smiling and laughing. He laughed with me, "I can see that. But what's the reason?" I pulled away from him and took his hand in mine, "You were right." I exclaimed with happiness, "You were right, Joey. For the first time ever in your life, you were right!" He smiled but then his smile vanished, "Seriously? First time?" "Yeah." I laughed. He made a face before breaking into a grin again, "What are you even happy about? What was I right about?" He asked. "Oh, Joey. I am in love. You were right. I am in love with Damien Calvo. And the feeling is the best feeling