SOPHIA

"Why do you always get the cute guys?" Garrett whined when I got back to the living room after saying goodbye to Damon.

"What are you talking about? The last boyfriend I had ended up being a total loser, so that takes away all his cuteness." I told him.

Garrett rolled his eyes, "He's still incredibly hot even if he is a big jerk." 

"The only reason he dated me was because of a bet!" I exclaimed.

"Dylan is still one of the best looking guys in school." He declared, and I didn't comment because despite Dylan's personality, he was still hot.

"Anyway, any new boyfriends I need to know about?" I asked, changing the subject.

Garrett shook his head, "No, it's so hard to find a good looking guy who's gay. I think it's impossible!" He exclaimed dramatically.

"One day you'll find someone smoking hot, and very into you." I reassured him. Garrett was an amazing guy, anyone would be lucky to have him, I just wish he saw that about himself.  

"Maybe." He muttered skeptically.

I rolled my eyes at that, "You're a total hottie, no guy could resist you, even the really hot ones."

He just laughed off the compliment.

After that eventful conversation we watched more of the show I was watching with Damon earlier, the both of us drooling over the hot guys on my t.v screen. The only time our attention strayed from the show was when we remembered gossip about schoolmates we needed to tell each other. 

I didn't realize how much I missed spending time with my best friend. It was like we'd barely seen each other lately. And that was all thanks to Damon. 

How did he become such a big part of my life so fast? I mean, I always hated him so I spent lots of down time plotting how to ruin his life, but it was never like this. 

Now I was practically dependant on him. He was my shoulder to cry on, my safety blanket. I even told him my whole story. And I had intense feelings for him.

I just couldn't believe I was dating someone that was once my biggest enemy.

But who wouldn't fall for him? He was gorgeous, kind, hilarious. He was almost too perfect. How had I never noticed any of that in all the time we hated each other?

"My mom just called while you were lost in Damon la la land, she needs me back home." Garrett told me, breaking me out of my reverie.

"Okay, but we need to hang out again really soon, just the two of us." I suggested as I got up to walk him to the door.

"Sounds good." He agreed, flashing me a warm smile.

Once we're at the front door I hugged him goodbye, and just as I was about to close the door I called after him "And I wasn't in Damon la la land!" Which was a total lie.

Garrett just laughed and rolled his eyes before getting in his car and driving away.

I definitely needed to see him at least once before our group hangout on Saturday. 

Speaking of which, I really hoped that went well. If my best friend got along well with Damon's best friend that would be perfect.

And I hope Garrett likes Damon because Garrett's opinion means a lot to me, and if he doesn't approve of the guy I'm dating, I'd break up with him. No relationship is more important than my friendship with Garrett. 

And of course I hope Alex likes me. I don't know if Damon would stop seeing me because of his best friend but even if he wouldn't, I still wanted Alex to like me.

Only when a loud truck passed by my house, was I broken out of my thoughts.

I looked around, realizing that I was really lost in my thoughts and still standing at the door with it wide open.

All the neighbours probably thought I was an absolute freak. 

Feeling embarrassed, I quickly shut the door and rushed to my room. I must've been lost in thought for a really long time because it was already getting dark outside.

Once I was in my room I looked around and was immediately bored. I had major problems with entertaining myself. It should be illegal for someone to be bored as often as I am. 

I opened my window wide and looked around for anything that could possibly curb my boredom, and luckily for me I did find something.

There was a bit of roof right outside my window that I could sit on, and with the light from my room it was bright enough to read. I grabbed the first book I found and clambered out my window.

I opened up the book to the first page and began reading, but that didn't last long because I had a song stuck in my head that was playing over and over very loudly in my mind. I was too distracted by it to process the words on the pages of my book. 

I eventually gave into the song and began singing it quietly, hoping that would get it out of my head.

I stopped after the first verse, trying to remember the name of the song, and a deep, slightly raspy voice continued where I left off. He sang the chorus beautifully. 

I looked over towards Damon's window, which was now open and had Damon climbing through.

He too sat down on the little roof outside his window, and we were so close. If we both reached forward our hands would be touching.

I looked at him and he looked back at me, and then as if on cue we began the next verse of the song in unison. Our harmonies in the chorus sounded perfect, somehow still taking me by surprise like it did the first time we sang together. 

"We're good together." Damon spoke when the song was over, as if reading my mind.

I just nodded in agreement, afraid that if I opened my mouth to say something I'd ruin the moment.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a while, but eventually Damon seemed to get bored because he got up and went back into his room.

I actually felt a little bit sad when he left me, he didn't even say goodbye.

Just as I was about to get up and go pout in my room, Damon came back through his window, but instead of sitting on his side, he came and sat beside me.

"I was hungry." He explained after seeing my confused expression.

I nodded in understanding and watched as he took a big bite out of a blueberry muffin.

It looked delicious, and blueberry was my favourite flavour. My mouth was practically watering at the sight of it, and Damon must've noticed my longing look at his muffin because he smirked and handed me a whole new one. I didn't even notice he had an extra. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I exclaimed and gave him a side hug before taking an enormous bite out of the heavenly food.

I quietly moaned at the delicious explosion of flavour on my tongue and saw Damon tense up beside me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He just shook his head and took another bite of his muffin.

I rolled my eyes at him and went back to my delicious treat without another word.

Once we were both done, Damon turned to me with a determined yet almost shy look on his face.

"Are you excited for Sunday?" He asked nonchalantly, but his eyes told me that he was nervous for my answer.

I immediately knew that he was referring to our date, but I decided to make him squirm. 

"What's happening Sunday?" I asked, faking a confused frown. 

His shoulders slumped and looked hurt, it was subtle but I noticed it. 

"I'm very excited for our date." I quickly assured him, unable to keep the clueless act up. I never wanted to be the reason he was hurt. 

"I really thought you forgot." He admitted, letting out a sigh of relief.

I bumped his shoulder with mine, "I would never forget something so important to me." 

His lips raised up in a wide smile, he seemed delighted my my words. 

"You better make this date as good as the other ones." I teased. But truthfully I didn't care what we did, as long as we were spending time together. 

"As you wish, sweetheart." He replied, making me blush at the use of his nickname for me.

I was shocked by my reaction to something so simple. He had a frightening effect on me. 

It was a good thing there wasn't too much light out here because I knew Damon would hold that blush against me forever if he saw it. 

"Well I should go so I can plan our date." He said after a couple minutes of silence, getting up and brushing off the muffin crumbs on his jeans.

"You better not disappoint me." I told him as sternly as I could, but I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

"I won't." He assured me, rolling his eyes.

"Well I guess this is goodnight." I muttered, disappointed that he was really leaving.

"Goodnight sweetheart, dream of me." He whispered in my ear as he leaned down to kiss my cheek, then he straightened up and shot me a wink before sliding back into his room, leaving me a blushing mess on my roof.

No one had ever gotten me as flustered as Damon so easily did, but I didn't mind at all. I was glad he was the one I was falling for. 

I sighed and climbed through my window, falling on my butt into my room.

How did Damon get into his room so gracefully?

I shook my head to clear my mind. I needed to stop thinking about him so much, it couldn't be healthy to think about someone so much.

But how could I not think about him? He'd done so much for me in such a short amount of time, more than anyone had ever done for me in my entire life.

He listened to me when I needed to talk to someone, he understood me when no one else did, he supported me when no one would, and he made me feel wanted.

I was so grateful for him.

The only other living thing that listened to me as well as Damon was Antonio. And the reminder of his existence made me feel horrible. I hadn't been taking care of him as much as I should've been. I needed to do better not only to pass the school project but also because I genuinely cared about the little tree. 

I quickly got a glass of water and poured it in Antonio's pot as I apologized to him over and over.

After I was done watering him I made sure my window was closed before kneeling down next to him so I could pour my hear out to him.

I told him about my fear for Tori's health, and my fear of my crazy ex coming back for me, and then I told him all about Damon.

It kind of felt like I was a parent telling their child how me and their father met for the first time. We were Antonio's parents in a way, so the analogy wasn't too far off. 

Suddenly my mind went from spilling my secrets to Antonio, to picturing what a baby would look like if Damon and I were the parents. I envisioned a baby boy with soft black hair and bright blue eyes, a replica of Damon. But he would have my personality. 

When I realized where my mind was going I shooed the images away. What was wrong with me? We'd only been on a couple dates and I was already picturing our babies? 

I tried to defend myself to Antonio, saying it was normal to think of a future with your significant other, but really I was trying to convince myself that I wasn't going crazy. 

And that was how I fell asleep, kneeling by the windowsill, my head resting beside Antonio. Not one of the most comfortable places in the world to sleep, but I was exhausted.

And mercifully that night all I dreamt about was a family home and baby boy with black hair and bright blue eyes.