Damon hadn't slept a wink, all he could think about was Emily. He had gotten ready and rushed through all his chores so that he could make it to the garden early. Damon could tell his father was suspicious. He was usually never this excited. He let him be though, deciding maybe it wasn't a bad thing. Damon waited in the garden, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in anticipation.
Emily was excited to see her new friend again. The second she was fed, she left the house and went straight to the garden passed the gardener who was pulling out the damaged roses, she frowned.
"they were beautiful," she said as a distraction, sneaking behind him getting a feel of the door. Before the gardener could make his comment about the roses, she was on the other side, smiling to herself, proud of her getaway. She even laughed a little.
Anxious, he sat on a nearby bench. Fidgeting with his thumbs, he listened to the tale-tale signs of the garden gate opening. He adjusted his shirt, wiping off any dirt he managed to fin, a soft smile on his lips.
Emily got herself together before she turned to see Damon on a bench waiting. She looked over to see if anyone was watching as she made her way to him. He was as handsome as the day prior. She smiled as she approached him, "hello,"
Damon smiled wide seeing her pass through the gate, he took a deep breath before he stood to greet her. His hands resting behind his back as he bowed his head to her, fighting the way his heart leapt when she spoke.
"Hello"
She smiled and curtsied, her eyes on his the entire time, "so, you've requested that I meet you here, so here I am,"
He laughed at her response. Speaking slowly, making sure only she would hear, "You make it sound like I've forced you," he teased a little, keeping his eyes on hers.
She smiled at him, "Mr. Salvatore, I wanted to be here, you invited me here and I've accepted your invitation," she smirked, "what do you want?" she joked.
He smiled extending his elbow to her. He spoke calmly, "I want to learn more about the mysterious young woman who found her way to my garden,"
She smiled, took a deep breath and locked her arm with his, "what would you like to know? other than the obvious fact that I borrow your beautiful flowers," she laughed.
He smiled as he felt the warmth of her arm with his, they walked for a moment taking in each other company before speaking. He looked around for a moment before directing his attention to her again. "Well first, your last name?" He smiled softly.
She smiled, "Fields", she looked at him, then looked ahead.
He smiles as he nods a little. "Fields? Emily Fields.." he smiled wide at her. "Beautiful"
She smiled at him, "thank you, so, Mr Salvatore, how is it that we are neighbors, but haven't met before yesterday?" she asked curiously.
She hadn't seen him before. She knew nothing about his family, nothing more than the fact that they shared a door in the backside of the garden.
He laughed a little, finding that he wondered the exact same thing. "I don't know Ms. Fields. It's very odd to say the least. I am more then sure I would remember a face as beautiful as yours,"
He suddenly widened his eyes, looking forward, trying to figure out why his mouth said that.
She smiled looking down.
"Such a kind boy," she looked at him, she looked back up, "it just seems so...unlikely that we'd never meet, I've lived here since I was born, have you recently moved here?" she wondered.
He swallowed slowly before he shook his head, his eyes on the path in front of them.
"No. Like you, I have lived here my entire life. I usually just stick to my work, and sometimes go to founders parties. Have you gone to any?" He looked back to her, curious.
She shook her head, "I haven't been, my parents go, I stay home because I have never have a reason to go," she looks at him, "why do you go? What do the founding families have to do with you?" she asked curious. Her eyes on his curls before looking to the grass.
He took a deep breath before he answered, "The Salvatore Family are one of the founding families," he looked over to her smiling slightly.
She nodded, "I see," she looked at him, "When is the next one?"
He looked up a little, thinking briefly before looking back at her. "A week from now. It's the masquerade ball."
"That should be fun, are you going?" she thought of her question, "Do you have a choice?" she laughed a little.
He chuckled slightly.
"No I don't, but I can choose who accompanies me," working up his courage to ask. "Would you like to go with me?" He watched her expectantly, licking his suddenly dry lips before continuing, "you don't have to answer now. We can meet here, every day till then and you can choose whether you want to, or not." He kept his eyes on her, his anxiousness for an answer growing with each passing second.
She smiled, sure of her answer, "fine," she began, "we will meet everyday until then, I will tell you my answer soon," she smirked looking back at him.
He smirked back, shaking his head as he looked back at the path, patting the arm looped in his gently, "When must you go home?"
She took a deep breath and shrugged, "my parents let me out often with friends, given that I'm an only child, I suppose they feel bad for stopping at one," she shrugged, "I should be home before nightfall,"
He nodded, looking at the skyline, seeing the sun begin to dusk. "I suppose we have another...half hour?" He smiled at her asking lowly, "only child? That must be wonderful, and dull all at the same time."
"It's terribly dull, but my parents try to compensate by," she rolled her eyes, "buying me the world. I don't require that, I do my best to not be spoiled, I don't ask for anything unless it's dire," she paused, "I just need a friend, nothing more,"
He became slightly pained and looked back at the path, says lowly, "then a friend you shall find in me," He looked back smiling softly.
She smiled looking at him and nodded, "then it's settled, you are my new friend, Damon Salvatore," she smiled, "are you also an only child?" she asked, "from the looks of it, it seems to me that you are,"
He raised a brow, puzzled by the reason. "I have a younger brother, Stefan. What makes you say I look like I have no siblings?"
She shrugged, "you seem keen to see me, as if you need a friend as well," she looked at him, "Stefan and Damon?" she smiled, "lovely names, I've never known a Damon before or a Stefan, everyone seems to have the same name," she looked at him,
He shrugged keeping his eyes forward, answering serenely, "my brother and I are usually inseparable, but he has been off lately. I have no idea what is wrong and he refuses to tell me." Lightly watching the horizon, he sighed slowly as he came to a stop in front of the gate. He looked back at her his voice low, "It seems our time has come to an end tonight for the sun has found its way down faster than I anticipated."
She smiled, "very well, then tomorrow will come and we can do this again,"
He nodded in agreement, a smile slowly forming on his lips, "and it's not so much keen, as it is..curiosity," he smirked to himself as he opened the gate slowly. "Have a wonderful evening Ms. Fields, and may your dreams be sweet."
"Same to you, Mr. Salvatore," she said as stepped behind the gate, "goodnight, Damon," she waved as she started to leave,
He leaned into the gate, closing it gently as he waved back, smiling as he spoke, "Goodnight, Emily." He watched her as she left, making his own way home only after she was out of sight.
Emily ran home and up to her room, avoiding any lectures that her parents may give her about being home on time, she smiled the entire way, thinking of Damon, thinking about his smile and his lovely eyes, she bathed and got ready for bed, hoping to fall asleep fast so tomorrow would come quickly so she could spend time with him.
Damon walked home, his hands shoved in his pants pockets as he made his way into the house, careful to avoid anybody, his thoughts whirling about what she had said, what she had wanted. bathing quickly and crawling into the covers he pondered longer. Finally deciding he would be the best friend she had. He began drift to sleep slowly, his eyes set on the ceiling above. His last waking thought, of her.