Chapter 2: Fate
I woke up to the light shining in my eyes, groaning and curling up closer to the warmth beside me. I opened my eyes slightly, confused about what the warmth beside me was.
I sat up, yawning and rubbing my eyes as I looked over beside me. My cheeks turned bright red, seeing Damian laying in the bed sleeping. The memories of what happened last night flooded back into my head, remembering how nice he was on comforting me from the storm.
I smiled slightly, my cheeks were still flustered. I looked at him for a while, seeing the black beanie he had on last night covering his eyes. He still wore the black hoodie that read ‘Blurryface’ in white that he had on yesterday, along with the black jeans that had a chain attached to them. He looked a bit emo, but it was...kinda cute.
I laid back down beside him, looking up at his pale face with my face still bright red. As I laid close to him, I smiled at the forest, bonfire scent he had that for some reason I really enjoyed. I turned even redder, getting an idea on how to wake him up since it was already noon.
I moved up so my face was inches from his, kissing his cheek lightly and then going back down to lying beside him. My face turned beet-red, looking up at him with a bit of a scared look that he’d actually wake up to that.
He opened his eyes, moving slightly and looking around confused like he didn’t know what just happened. He turned his gaze to me, his face going bright red. I sat up, looking at him and giggling at his confused and tired posture.
“Wha?” he asked in a tired, kiddish voice. I giggled more, a small smile forming on my face.
“It’s noon, I thought you should get up,” I answered while still giggling. I yawned again, rubbing my eyes like a two-year-old.
He moved the beanie away from his eyes, looking up at me but I could tell he was avoiding my eyes. Maybe it was a trust thing...I could understand that…
I moved my gaze to his eyes, the eye-contact not a bother to me. His eyes were a pale green color, a bit of light shining in them which caused me to get lost for a moment. But only for a moment, since he pulled his eyes away from mine as soon as he realized we made eye-contact. I smiled slightly, his face became about as flustered as mine.
“So um...what do you wanna do today?” I asked, trying to break the awkward tension. He shrugged, looking down and fumbling with his fingers.
“I’m kinda bad at thinking stuff up…” he responded quietly while looking down. I could feel his shyness, not being as shy but also not being a very outgoing person.
“Wanna walk around town?” I asked, tilting my head curiously like a little kid. He glanced up at me for a split second, then looked down.
“Sure,” he responded quietly. I wasn’t for sure he actually wanted to go out, but I shrugged and smiled. My face still bright red.
“Okay um...I need to er…get changed…” I said, looking down awkwardly.
“Oh yeah er...sorry, I’ll go,” he answered quietly, getting up and starting to walk out of the room.
I looked up at him while sitting on the bed, seeing his longish black hair poking through. I didn’t notice how tall he was, thinking he had to be around 6’ or taller. My cheeks turned even redder, looking away as he left the room.
I got up, going over to one of the boxes that hadn’t been unpacked yet, and opening it. I grabbed a blue t-shirt and some regular skinny jeans, throwing them on. I walked over to the mirror beside the door and across from the bed, putting my hair into a ponytail and then walking out of the room.
I saw he was already dressed, he had a different pair of black jeans on, a shirt the read ‘Metallica’ with a faded, curled up snake on the front, and a zip-up black hoodie. I giggled, causing his gaze to jolt towards me, his face bright red as he noticed me. My cheeks also became flustered, looking down with a small smile.
“Are you ready?” I asked, looking down with my face still red.
“Er...yeah...yeah I’m ready,” he spoke quietly, looking back down with his face bright red still.
I smiled and giggled, going over and putting on my sneakers, looking up at him with a smile. He got up, putting on a pair of black Doc Martin’s. I looked down with my face still red, turning around and reaching for the door.
We stepped outside and into the apartment hallway, me leading the way downstairs with a small smile. I glanced behind me every so often at him to make sure he was keeping up.
I knew this was pretty weird, two people who barely knew each other, suddenly becoming roommates, and now we're walking around town together like they’ve known each other for years...not something that happened every day...or even often at all.
There was just something about him that I was okay with. He didn’t seem like a threat, which it’s been hard for me to trust people lately...I didn’t want to get into it...everything reminded me of it…
“So where do you wanna go first?” I asked, trying to break the silence and force my mind away from its thoughts. He shrugged, keeping his attention on the ground.
“You can pick,” he answered quietly. I sighed, looking back in front of me.
“We can go check out some stores if you want?” I suggested, looking over at him as he continued looking at the ground.
“Sure...what kind of stores?” he asked, glancing over at me for a split second and then looking down again.
“Hmm...we can go to the mall?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Okay,” he responded quietly and casually…he really wasn’t a talker.
I smiled, happily walking along the sidewalk, but avoiding talking or interacting with anyone. Every time I glanced over at him, my face would turn bright red, then I’d look away.
Now and then I’d feel his eyes on me, but once he noticed I knew he was looking at me he’d turn red and look away. Each time a smile would form on my face and my cheeks would turn pink.
I felt a breeze pick up and blow against my face, making my ponytail fly in the air and somewhat cover my face. I squinted my eyes, moving my arm over my eyes to try and cover my face from the wind and my hair. I heard a slight laugh, looking up at Damian with a pout. His face turned red again, looking away with a guilty and awkward expression.
“Er...sorry…” he mumbled guiltily as he focused his gaze on the ground, chewing the inside of his cheek.
“It’s okay,” I responded with a giggle, the wind letting up to only a light breeze.
He continued to look down and bite the inside of his cheek, causing me to smile at his obvious nervous habit. I looked to the side of me, seeing that he had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, staring straight ahead. I looked at him confused.
“Are you okay?” I asked, then turning to look in front of me and saw a group of about four teenagers.
Two of them were boys and the other two were girls, looking like they were each couple. They had no been no older than 16 or 17. One of the boys had bright blonde hair and was wearing what looked to be their school’s football team jacket and dark blue jeans. His eyes were a light blue, a small smirk on his face. The other boy had dark brunette hair, his skin a tan color with brown hazel eyes. He had freckles sprinkled over her face, while wearing a matching football jacket as the blonde kid and ripped light blue jeans. The two girls looked like they both walked out of Victoria Secret. The one girl had light brown hair with bright blue eyes. She wore bright blue short-shorts with a hot-pink tank top, carrying shopping bags as she strutted next to the guys. The other girl had dirty blonde hair, it up in high ponytail. She had caramel-colored eyes and her skin a light color. She wore a short white skirt and a blue denim jacket, and tall knee-high white heel-boots.
“It’s okay, they’re just people,” I said to Damian as I walked back over to him, seeing his uncomfortable and anxious look.
“Aww, look at the demon and the angel!” I heard a voice say, turning around and looking over at the group of teenagers who had stopped, the brunette guy smirking as he chuckled.
I walked a little bit behind Damian, feeling uncomfortable and hating how he called me an angel. I looked up, seeing a bit of a mad expression on his face.
“How about I tie your neck in a knot,” I heard Damian reply to the brunette-haired guy a bit angrily. He only chuckled more.
“Protecting your little angel there are you, demon?” he said with a laugh. The girls began giggling, then looking at me with a stuck-up look.
I glared at them, walking out from behind Damian and glaring at the girls.
“I’m not an angel!” I spat, feeling uncomfortable and mad.
“Oh, you’re not? What’re you gonna do?” The brown-haired girl replied with a smirk.
“I’ll break your nose!” I replied, holding my fists out, prepared to fight. I heard the guys begin laughing, looking at me, and then Damian.
“Oh, so you’re NOT gonna protect the angel? I guess that’s what happens when they trust demons,” the brunette bitterly said with a smirk.
I glared at the brunette guy, hearing what he said to Damian. The girls giggled again, which caused my anger to go up slightly.
“Don’t talk to him like that!” I snapped at the brunette-haired guy, glaring at him as I clenched my fists.
“Oh what’re you gonna do you little bitch?” he said with a smirk. I felt a shot of hurt, but my anger overlapped the bit of hurt. The girls giggled again, which caused me to turn my attention to them.
“Shut up!” I snapped angrily. “I’ll break both your noses!”
I continued to look at the girls, glaring at them more since I was angry from both what they said and from what that brunette guy had said. I heard a slam and the sound of someone choking, turning my attention over to what the sound was. My eyes widened, the girls beside me gasping as they looked at the scene.
Damian had the guy by the throat, holding him against the brick wall of one of the buildings. The guy attempted to take deep breaths, his face turning a deep shade of red and purple as he clawed at Damian’s hand.
“Don’t talk about her like that EVER,” he snapped, holding him by the throat angrily.
“L-Let...me...g-go y-you...emo...demon!” the brunette guy struggled to yell venomously through rapid breaths. Damian squeezed his throat tighter.
“Stop talking! Don’t come near her or me EVER and don’t even THINK of talking to her or me like that. Got it?!” he spat venomously as he squeezed his neck so tight the brunette guy’s face turned a deep shade of purple. He nodded in both fear and eagerness to breathe.
Damian let him go, causing the brunette guy to fall to the ground gasping. He held his throat where a bruise began to form where Damian had held him. He stared down at the brunette guy, an angered look on his face. I had to admit…I liked how protective he was over me…
“Come on, let’s go,” Damian said walking past the group of teenagers and leaving the brunette guy sitting there panting.
I followed him down the sidewalk, a light blush on my face as I looked up at him. I looked back down, a small smile forming on my face.
“I’m sorry about you having to see that…I’m don’t usually do that kind of stuff,” Damian said quietly to me, looking down and fumbling with his fingers.
“Damian it’s fine, I know you’re the shy type,” I replied, still liking the protectiveness he had over me. It did in a way feel a bit weird since we still didn’t know a lot about each other, but nonetheless...I did enjoy it.
“I just feel kinda bad since…” he mumbled quietly as he fumbled with his fingers more.
“Like I said Damian, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” I said with a small smile, my cheeks flustered still.
He turned his attention towards me, a small smile on his face, the first one I had seen of his. I looked at him in awe, seeing how his smile was a side-smile, which I found cute.
Eventually, we made it to the mall, starting to walk around and go to all the different stores. The mall was a big one, having two floors, each layered with a bunch of stores ranging from Bed, Bath, and Bodyworks to Game Stop. I smiled, walking around happily through the stores.
“What’re you waiting for?! Are you coming?” I asked Damian since he had fallen behind a lot.
“Yeah I just...nothing it’s fine, I’m coming,” he answered, walking closer to me and a bit faster. I looked up at him confused.
“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering if it was a trust thing or not.
"Nothing, it’s fine. I was just spacing out,” he said in a way that told me he was lying. I raised my eyebrow, looking up at him still.
“Come on, just tell me! We have to get to know each other, so just tell me,” I said with a pleading look. He sighed, looking down and slipping his hands in his sweatshirt.
“I just…get kinda uncomfortable in public…” he replied quietly, making it obvious he didn’t like talking about this kind of thing.
“It’s okay, I understand that. And like I said before I can tell you’re the shy type,” I said, looking up at him still. He let out a small smile, looking over at me but avoiding looking at me in the eyes. I smiled back, then looked over in front of me.
I noticed a girl, who looked very familiar to me. My eyes lit up, recognizing her as an old high-school friend.
“Millie!” I called out with a smile, walking happily over to her. She looked up, her long black hair covering part of her face. She smiled, looking over at me with her bright green eyes that shined through her round black glasses.
“Hey!” she said happily, going over and hugging me. She smiled, then looked over behind me with a curious look.
“Who’s your friend?” she asked, pulling away and smiling. I looked behind me, giggling as I saw Damian look the other way with his face bright red.
I walked over, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him over to Millie.
“Millie, this is Damian, Damian, this is my old friend Millie,” I said with a smile.
“Er...hi…” he mumbled awkwardly while looking down.
“He’s a bit shy,” I whispered to Millie, a small smile on my face as I looked up at Damian, my cheeks going a bit red and then looking down. Millie giggled at us.
“So how’d you two meet?” Millie asked curiously, tilting her head as she looked at us.
“It’s kinda a long story…but basically we got stuck being roommates because our landlord messed up our apartment numbers,” I explained, letting go of Damian’s arm and moving them out in front of me.
“That’s so cute!” Millie said with a smile, looking between the two of us. “And the both of you are SUPER red right now,” she pointed out with a giggle. Damian and I looked at each other, turning more red as we both looked away.
“Well er...we have to go…” I said, pulling out my phone and looking at the time, it reading ‘5:37’.
“Okay then, I’ll see you later!” Millie said with a smile, waving us good-bye and beginning to walk off as Damian and I turned the other way. I looked up at Damian, seeing his face beet-red. I giggled, looking in front of me.
“You’re super awkward now aren’t you?” I asked with a smile.
“Very,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. I giggled again, walking beside him and towards the exit.
“So er...do you wanna get food now? We kinda skipped breakfast,” Damian asked after we left through the entrance. He walked beside me, not falling behind like he was earlier.
“Yeah. Where do you wanna eat?” I asked, looking up at him. “And don’t say ‘You pick’, you have to decide this time,” I said with a small smirk.
“...I don’t know…” he responded after a second, causing me to give him a blank look. I sighed.
“Fine, I’ll pick where we’ll eat if you decide what we do tomorrow,” I said, looking up at him.
“Deal,” he said right off the bat like he anticipated the offer. I giggled, shaking my head as I turned my gaze in front of me.
“We can go to McDonald's again?” I suggested, even though I knew he would agree anyway.
“Okay,” he replied, just like I suspected him to. I smiled, looking in front of me still.
We ordered our food from McDonald’s, starting to walk back home. It was around 7:30 pm, and it was still relatively bright outside since it was only the middle of August.
“I kinda regret us walking,” Damian said as we walked down the sidewalk holding our food.
“Why? The walk wasn’t that bad,” I replied while looking up at him.
“It’s not the walk I regret, it’s the fact we had to run into those pieces of crap teenagers…” he said while looking down. “…and that you had to see me do that…” he added under his breath.
“Damian, I told you it’s fine. Things like that happen...even though he did call me…” I said, trailing off and looking down with a sad expression.
“I’m sorry…” he mumbled quietly, seeing my sad expression as I looked down. I sniffled, pushing back a memory that it reminded me of.
“It’s fine,” I said, forcing back the lump in my throat that began to swell.
“But it’s not Halo, he shouldn’t have called you that,” he said in protest as we started to approach the apartment buildings.
“I told you, it’s fine,” I said again, just wanting to switch the topic before I started crying. He sighed, looking away as we walked into the apartment building and up the stairs to our apartment.
We walked into the apartment in silence, I stared at the floor as he set the food down on the coffee table. I walked straight into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. I began to sniffle, looking into the mirror and seeing my eyes red and puffy. I curled up on the floor, remembering what happened that night…that awful night…I heard a knock on the door, causing me to jump as I sniffled.
“Halo...are you okay? I heard Damian ask in a concerned tone.
“Yeah...yeah, I’m okay,” I responded, looking down and wiping my eyes.
“Are you sure?...is this about earlier?” he asked with more concern.
“No, like I said, it’s fine,” I said, looking at myself in the mirror and wiping my eyes so they looked normal. I swallowed hard in an attempt to shove down the lump in my throat.
I sniffled, opening the bathroom door and looking up at Damian who was looking at me with a flustered, concerned look. My cheeks turned slightly pink, sniffling and looking down.
“I’m sorry…” I said quietly and guiltily. He shook his head, looking at me sincerely.
“Halo it’s fine, I just wanted to know if you were okay,” he said sincerely and honestly, looking at me with a concerned look.
“Like I said, I’m fine,” I said quietly, sniffling and looking over at the living-room. “Let’s eat and watch a movie, huh?” I said in a lightened and suggestive tone.
“Okay,” he said with a small smile, it causing the pink in my cheeks to darken.
I walked over to the couch, pulling my food out of the McDonald's bag, and leaned back, covering my legs with the blanket.
“You can pick the movie this time since I chose last time,” I said, looking up at Damian as he walked over to the couch.
“Er...okay…” he said hesitantly, sitting down and grabbing the remote. He turned the TV on, putting on Netflix and flipping through the movies.
“Have you ever watched the Nightmare Before Christmas?” he asked, stopping on that movie on Netflix. I looked at the TV and then him, shaking my head.
“No, I haven’t,” I responded, eating a few fries.
“We’re watching it,” he said, turning it on and grabbing his food. “It’s good, trust me,” he said enthusiastically, causing me to giggle and smile.
I leaned back in my seat still, finishing my food and watching the animated movie. My eyes began to feel heavy as I curled up under the blanket, my eyes slowly closing as I began to doze off.
After what felt like a few seconds, I felt myself getting moved, a large amount of warmth closing over me. I leaned into the warmth, comfortable as I cuddled close to it. After a moment I leaned into a different warmth, getting transferred over to a different, but comfortable place. I curled up beneath the blanket, feeling the warmth come back again from before. I smiled in my sleep, curling up close to it again.
In the middle of the night, I woke up, looking over in the darkroom and seeing me not on the couch anymore. I looked around confused, my eyes not very adjusted to the darkness. After a second, the darkness got slightly brighter, looking over beside me and seeing Damian sleeping beside me on the bed. I smiled, thinking he put me in bed and didn’t want me to be alone…how sweet. I yawned, laying back down and curling up beside him, not caring that we weren’t very close yet, this felt nice...and I genuinely felt safe around him...something I rarely felt anymore.
I closed my eyes, drifting off into a peaceful, comfortable sleep.