Damon walked into the classroom and took a seat near the back before anyone could see that he was the new kid. CC was in this class, he could tell by her pale hair, though he didn't say anything incase she didn't want to talk. She didn't even seem to look in his direction as she threw away a surprisingly large chunk of her hair that he watched her cut off. This was not his favorite subject by far, an as soon as the teacher started rambling, he started doodling on his paper, hidden in the row and not bring any attention to himself while he drew.
After about thirty minutes of sitting, bored and waiting. The whole class sat, agonizing over the last few seconds of class. Murmurs going around
“when will this be over”
“Ugh, i hate him”
“Ew, who put gum under the seat?!”
“What was the homework assignment for yesterday? Oh…. we had four assignments? Welp I’m screwed”
She listened to everyone’s comments and demeanor and studying everyone. She looked out the window then arched her head back to look at the ceiling.
Counting the tiles on the ceiling. 58 in total.
What a drag. But hey, at least the teacher was hot. A 28 year old man with a tones chest and arms, brown hair and hazel eyes. All of the girls loved him. Including her. Though she never talked to him other than about homework and maybe staying late for extra credit.
She turned around and searched the classroom for a certain person when he caught her eyes.
Damon was it? Yeah, she was sure it was.
She smiled at him with a little wave trying to get his attention. The end of first class was dragging on like a train in traffic. Nobody wanted it to last except for the one weird kid in the front with fourteen books in his arms full of notes from just that single class.
So making friends at the beginning of the school day. And Damon seemed pretty cool!
That was his name right….?
While all the girls ogled over the teacher, Damon just paid attention to his paper. He didn't really know what he was drawing, but as class dragged on, he found himself drawing the girl on the motorcycle from this morning. His head was down and he was quiet the whole time, taking cover behind the student in front of him and their desk so he didn't get called on or drawn attention to. This class was taking forever.
While the teacher rambled on and on, his thoughts wandered to CC, and then the girl from the parking lot before going to his next class. He wondered if he would like that class any better than this one. At least here though, he knew one person, granted she probably didn't want to talk to him at all. Either way, he glanced up and saw CC wave much to his delight, and he returned a small smile and a wave of his hand in return.
(AH CUTIE)
(I'll get mine up in a sec, sorry lol)
Her white smile grew even more and her eyes were wide. Though her eyes were naturally larger than a normal persons. Her doll like features faces Damon then quickly turned around and you heard a ripping sound.
She wrote on a small square peice of paper and folding it into an origami rose. Sighed with a little star and all of the i’s were dotted with hearts.
She turned back and flicked the rose over to him, though accidentally hitting his cheek with it.
Her eyes once again went wide and she quickly let out a feminine gasp and she covered her mouth.
Mouthing “I’m so so so sorry” she let out a small laugh. Though being just quiet enough for her not to be heard by the teacher. Yeah, he was hot and all, but getting Scolded by him would probably not be fun.
The smile that came to CC’s face made Damon’s own smile grow wider, and when she accidentally hit him on the cheek with the folded note, he just chuckled quietly and mouthed back, “It’s alright.” He grabbed the rose from where it landed on his desk and studied the design for a moment before unfolding the beautiful flower and reading the note inside. The attention to detail with the heart dotted I’s made his read the note more than once, her handwriting was gorgeous.
(Aghaghgaghadnfa, i forgot to actually put what the note said on it! I’m so sorry)
The note said; “heys stranger! What’re you doing after class? Actually… sorry thats probably too soon. I mean, if you want to forget it you can but I’m a loser and have no friends here. And you seem pretty cool! But of course i understand if you don’t want to. Also, do you know when this class ends? I forgot~”
Little lines underneath each line of writing. She obviously put those there so her writing didnt go bonkers.
She watched with a sweet smile as he read it. Her face said “wanna be friends!?” And she had a little sparkle in her wide bright eyes
(lol it's ok!)
Damon read the note through several times after unfolding the flower, admiring the hearts over the i's and the little star of a signature. He knew he couldn't make a flower to throw back, but he did write a note of his own quickly, folding it into a tiny paper airplane and trying his best to fly it back to her desk.
"Hi! Never thought I would see you again CC, and no I don't know when class ends, sorry. I can't say I'm doing anything after class though either, I can say I that I would like to be friends with you though, if you want :) ~Damon His writing wasn't as neat at her's by a long shot, and he didn't do anything special to it, but his large scrolling letters were readable, even as the paper airplane they were on barely made it back to her.
She giggled a bit, though quietly when the paper airplane flew to her. She smiled as she read it, then refolded it. She's been doing origami since she was about five. So she was going to be extra of course.
She took the airplane, a loose thread from the bottom of her sweater and the scissors from earlier, clipping it off. She had a smaller price if square paper and a safety pin she had molded and shaped it into a needle that could pull thread. Barely, but it worked.
She wrote on the note after drawing lines to guide her.
"Good aim! Let's see if mine is better!" on one line. The others she wrote; "I had a little feeling that I was going to see you again. Oh hey also! I saw you drawing! Mind if I could see it? It's fine if not, but you strike me as the type of person to have the money makin talent to draw! Oh, if I'm wrong don't tell me until after class. I'll be too embarrassed >~<"
She then folded the little paper into a small 2D man and put it in the plane and basically sewing it into the plane. A small little paper man with a smile on his white lined paper face riding in the airplane.
Throwing it gently and as subtly as she could to him, she did it with a sweet smile. She definitely put more effort into something like that than most people would ever even think of. But not her. She daydreamed in class and got distracted with almost everything. Boredom kills her. So she makes it the time to fool around. And it's been worth it so far hasn't it?!
Damon watched as she carefully made adjustments to his airplane, catching it as it flew over to his desk. He didn't want to break it, but he wanted to read the message, and so he took it apart as carefully as he could, only doing the part that contained the words though so he could read the message. A small smile flashed over his face and he quickly took a new piece of paper, writing back and trying to decide how to fold it this time.
Thanks! :) The drawing isn't the best, but I'll show it to you after class if you really want to see it, that is, if you even want to talk to me after class. What do you have next? I have Biology, then lunch.
This time he didn't sign his name, though he did fold it very carefully into a tight rectangle, then from there into a triangle, debating flicking it over but instead just throwing it, knowing it would reach her that way.
When he tossed it to her, she just barely caught it, saving it from fumbling to the ground.
She carefully opened it and read it with a little smile as she swayed her head back and forth to the rythym she tapped her foot on the floor of.
Before she put her sparkly pink pen to the little paper, the bell ring and she let out a small feminine yelp as it did, almost falling out of her chair as she did.
She soon stood as everyone else did the same. Her shortness never worked to her advantage. Now she couldn’t see where Damon was. She stood on her tippy toes after she grabbed her bags and her four sparkly gel pens. Yellow, her all time favorite color, pink and then green and blue. She twirled them in her small fingers, a little red at the tips due to always being so cold. Her nose and cheeks like an anime character almost.
Now, to find her new friend! Curse her shortness…..
(Sorry it's short )
He was packed up and out of his seat within seconds of the bell ringing, though he did wait outside of the classroom right next to the door for CC. She was further from the door than he was and she had probably gotten stuck in the crowd of people. It was the least he could do, especially since she wanted to see his drawing. Damon had his notebook held tightly in his hands, the picture facing his chest so that no one else could see it until he showed it.
(Thats totally fine! I dont mind!)
She ducked, twisted and turned around people, dodging them as they tried to get out to the next class whilst talking and talking nonstop.
Finally after trying not to trip over someone’s book they had left on the floor, and failing then getting back up again with a little scrape on her hand, she made it out.
Her messy white hair fell over and into the girls face before she looked up and found Damon.
She smiled and stepped towards him with glee, ignoring the fact that her hand kinda really hurt.
“Why hello there!” She says still with a smile.
"Hi again," He said, smiling a little and looking at CC, "You sure you want to see my drawing?" Damon loosened his grip on the notebook but didn't hold it out to her, instead motioning that he had to start walking. "I have to try to find biology, but I can show you while I walk if you want to walk with me." He found himself studying her gorgeous eyes again, amazed by the unique color but looking away after a few seconds so she didn't get weirded out. That was the last thing he wanted to happen, he liked talking to her, even if they had only exchanged a few sentences.
"oh I don't mind being late to any of my classes anyway. " she says happily, a happy little bounce in her step.
"oh, I would love to see it! Again, if it's fine with you! I don't want to be invading your privacy." she held her hands behind her back, clasped onto eachother as she walked with him. He seemed really nice and sweet. She loved actually having a friend to talk to! With her friends gone on a camping trip… We'll she didn't know what she was going to do!
Damon's small smile grew and he held out his notebook, walking alongside her and waiting for her reaction. Sharing artwork wasn't something he did often, but maybe she would know the girl on the motorcycle. "What do you think?" He asked gently, looking around the hallway for something that would even resemble a biology classroom. This school was confusing to him..especially on his first day here.
She looked at it with a confused look at first then she looked up at him with big eyes to match her white smile.
“You drew me!?” She laughed “How come?” She tilted her head towards him before looking back down at the sketchbook, obviously admiring his work and talent.
She was always so captivated by artists. She wished she could be one too, but that wasn’t really her style. She liked doodling flowers and such on herself, but nothing more than that. A few small daisies inked on her arm and down to her hand on her left side. She handed him the drawing back carefully.
"Wait, that's you?" He asked, pointing to the drawing and seeming shocked though excited, "I didn't know who it was, I was hoping you could tell me who it was but I guess that problem has been solved." Now that she had told him that it was her, he did see the connection in the picture to her. Gently, he took the notebook back and smiled at his new friend, "It was really cool how all of your stuff matched, I would never be able to get a whole set of things that matched like that."
"well I'm flattered that you would draw me" she smiled, putting her hands confidently on her hips "I bet I looked super badbass Huh? " her smile beamed. Badbass was a word using to substitute "bad ass" but she never liked to curse, unlike her big brother who flips someone off just for looking at him the wrong way.
She looked up at him happily, "what's even more amazing though, is that you just drew that from memory and it matched! You can even see the detailed frills of my skirt! That's so cool! Do you sell your art? I bet it would make good bucks!"
Damon laughed and shrugged, "You did look really confident and awesome, and no I've never sold my art..no one has ever really seen it or if they have they're really not interested." He hadn't really watched how much detail he had put into the drawing, mostly just copying it down from his head and so her compliment on the detail gave him a rush of happiness. The more he looked at it after the compliment, the more detail he realized he had actually put in and how good it looked.
She smiled with a small blush when he complimented her on how she looked, but she quickly got distracted by his other words.
"well my brothers an artist and I know it's quite annoying when people ask you to draw something for them. So I can see how you wouldn't want to sell your work, drawing for a whole bunch of people." she says skipping alongside him as they walked down the hallway. She didn't have any way to make money other than working at the ice skating rink nearby and the little smoothie shack in the summer. Anyone who lives in this town would have seen her if not at the rink then definitely at the smoothie shack with her bright smile.
"Yeah, the most annoying thing is when they want to just have you draw without having to pay. That's one of the main reasons I don't sell my work." He explained, folding the notebook closed and smiling at CC, "Is your brother's artwork any good? How old is he?" Damon knew he was probably asking too many questions, but he was curious, and would definitely not push it if she didn't answer.
She smiled when she mentioned her brother. "oh he's only a year older than me" she smiled "he goes here. You should be able to see him. Well if he's not skipping class that is" she laughed a little before looking around for him. But with no luck she turned back to Damon.
"welp " she shrugged "I guess he probably is. Anyway, he's an amazing artist! He draws and paints digitally and gets no sleep ever" she says turning the corner "he sells his work. Since he can make copies digitally, he's always afraid of copywriters though" she shook her head. "Do you ever see yourself selling your art? "
He nodded, listening without interrupting as she talked until she finished, "I mean, I'm not sure, first I would have to find people who would be willing to buy it, but maybe I could see myself seeing my art in the future." To be honest, he didn't see himself selling it for years though, figuring he would have to find some way to gain some traction and find a way for people to notice his art first before selling it. That would be the toughest part for him.
She stopped and looked up to him, holding a small finger up gesutering him to wait. She then got her wallet and pulled out a dollar, a quarter and a nickle, handing it to him. "would this be enough for you to draw me something?" she smiled sweetly up at him. "sorry, I don't have much money right now." she let out a small little nervous laugh as she held out the crinkled up dollar and the shiny coins to him
Damon seemed shocked at her holding money out to him, though he nodded and recovered quickly with a smile, "That's more than enough, and you can keep the change, a dollar is good. What do you want me to draw?" He swept a strand of hair out of his face before taking the dollar and folding her hand back around the coins. CC clearly didn't have much money, and he felt bad even taking the money he did, even though he was in the same boat with not having much money at the moment.
Her smile grew when he took the dollar. She was already so afraid she had scared him off with her peppiness and bubbly personality. Was she being annoying? Was he just putting up with her? No… surely not right?
Many people have done that with her so many times. Their feet always pointed away from the girl as she spoke, trying to befriend them. Never starting a conversation and always doing something with their hands, trying to get away as they never made eye contact.
But he was different (said every girl ever XD)
He didnt seem like he wanted to leave her. He was being sweeter than a lot of people were to her.
She snapped out of her thoughts when he spoke once more. Tapping her finger on her pink tinted bottom lip as she thought about it, transferring her weight from one side to the other before she looked back up at him.
“Surprise me! Something pretty. No scary or sad things.” She smiled up at him.
(XD the most repeated lie in romance, 'they're different!')
"Well, at least narrow it down slightly, a person or thing? Or a landscape?" He asked, tucking the dollar into his pocket and letting his imagination go. Having free reign of what to draw was something he enjoyed, since it's what he usually did, but this time he didn't want to get it wrong. Damon was almost nervous to draw for her, seeing as he wanted to make a good impression, and drawing something that she wouldn't like wasn't going to help his case…or his slight crush on her that he was slowly realizing he had.
Her big eyes turned up to the schools ceiling then to the window that lined the halls.
“A landscape.” She nodded. “I dont have any specific thing in mind. But…oh i love flowers!” She beamed up at him with a small bounce as she stopped. This girl seemed as if she had filled every ounce of blood in her tiny little body with caffeine. Or drugs if your mind went there.
But no, she was just normally like this, though her hands weren’t very shaky.
“If thats too much, thats fine. You could do a little flower. That’d be cute” she laughed at her own little thoughts. She was too dense for her own good, not realizing her own feelings. Talking to him made her happy and she didnt want the bell to ring so they would have to part ways.
Damon nodded, laughing and thinking for a moment, "Any flowers in particular?" He had an idea of what he wanted to draw, but he wanted to know her favorite flowers so he could get it just right. The bell rang right after he asked, and he sighed, waving to her and starting towards his class, calling at her, "Tell me at lunch, see ya!"
