![]() "Do you like my scarf?" he said with a pose. Damon walked over, removed the chain, and wrapped it around his neck. Around the head of his bed draped a chain- Mickey estimated about five feet- and with a closer look seemed to be stained with dark brown or red in places. A few shelves lined the wall parallel to the window, one of which was home to an army of candles, each with a box of matches- even though Damon didn't need matches. In the other corner was a small mountain, its contents covered by a grey blanket. A small bed with black covers squat in the far right corner, and next to it sat a pile of blankets shifted around like someone had fallen there. He led her through a white door that opened into a dark blue walled room. "We'll be upstairs" Damon said, grabbing Mickey's wrist to drag her up the staircase and down the hall. "Fouco-Oscuro, but you can call me Carolina." (Kahr-oh-LEEN-ah) She smiled a bit, nodding, "Likewise, miss. "Scusate, scusate! I'm just so excited to finally meet you!' she said, releasing Mickey. While trapped in the hug, Mickey spotted a small Guns'n Roses tattoo on her collar bone. "Welcome, welcome! You must be Mickey! Oh I've heard much about you, much!" Both Damon's and Mickey's faces were burning. She pulled Mickey into a gigantic hug, exclaiming in a clear accent, Soon she was greeted by a middle-aged woman sporting a black chiffon shirt with white skulls where normally floral design would be.īrown hair fell to drape over her shoulder like the skeleton of a fish's tail. She have a nervous smile and awkwardly stepped inside. She stood on his porch and rang the doorbell with a shaky hand.Īt first she was worried that no one had heard, but then the door opened to reveal Damon's perfect face. So to make up for her bad first impression skills when meeting Damon's mom. 'I'm cute and artsy but also responsible so please don't hate me before you meet me' It had taken at least two hours for her to pick an outfit that said It was the first time she had been to his house, and she was extremely nervous. Not that they ever had a reason not to trust her, just that they were closed minded and had already decided that teenagers where not to be trusted.Ī weekend arrived before school started back up again, and with this time she edited the pictures taken for the Reflections entries.īy Sunday afternoon she finished and headed over to Damon's house to show him. Which, in her silence, she had never brought up the fact that through the storm Damon had resided with her- a statement that her parents would not take kindly to. ![]() Her parents finally returned and with them they brought the darkness- worse than ever.Įver so slowly, she stopped talking. Over the passed week, Mickey had grown a custom to Damon's company, and found it difficult to sleep without his presence. The final days of blizzard subsided and the roads were open once more. ![]()
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