Host Club started out as usual. Everyone was doing what they usually did, the guys making complete fools of themselves. Including us. Honestly? I'm enjoying making the girls smile while they sat with us at the expensive shiny oak tables with white linen lace table covers and always new tea sets. I am so glad that Haruhi brought instant coffee. I don't think I could stomach all the extra stuff they put in the royal or whatever coffee. I heard a rap at the mega obnoxiously huge white and gold intricate double doors.
"I'll get it!" I called over to Tamaki and I excused myself from the girls I was talking to.
I opened the door to see...a familiar set of choppy brown hair, and light amber eyes. He's a lot taller than me than I thought he was, and instead of wearing day clothes, he wore a cream waiter's shirt, his sleeves cuffed, a black bow tie, black dress pants and dress shoes, and a black waiter's apron. His name was etched in black on his gold name tag.
I slammed the door.
"Tamaki. Could you come here for a moment?" I said, smiling forcefully.
"Sure. Hold on, my princesses, your prince will be back in a moment." He said, turning to the girls and blowing a kiss.
Many of the girls squealed and their eyes were big pink hearts.
Choke me with a spoon.
"What the hell?!" I whisper shouted, pointing to the door.
"What? Damon was our coffee shipper long before you got here. Plus, I thought he could help you with your dancing." Pointed out Tamaki.
I put my hands on my hips and glared.
"You tried this." I said, pointing at his chest.
My god everyone is taller than me!
He laughed. "Okay maybe I did."
I Death Glared at him some more.
"You just wanted to get Haruhi all to yourself." I said, smirking smugly.
His face turned the brightest scarlet ever seen on a human being.
"Oh hush! Poor people wouldn't understand!" He said in his snobbiest rich voice possible.
"I know that's not your real voice!" I call as I walk off to the door.
My mind wasn't as confident as my body. I was raging mad. It took all my will not to punch Tamaki in the gut. I creaked open the door again.
"Damon." I said, not letting any emotion show.
"Oh, um, I just need someone to sign this." He mumbled.
He was taller than me, but he was not looking at me. I signed the paper and almost shut the door. He put his foot in the doorway.
"Eren. I'm sorry." He said, looking directly at me, sincerity in his voice.
My eyes turned as dead as stones.
"Say that to the six years you abandoned me." I said as cold as ice.
And I slammed the door.
After that, I dreaded the end of Host Club. And it ended all too quickly.
"Alright, Haruhi and I will practice in the other room, you two...try not to kill eachother." Announced Tamaki, putting a hand on Haruhi's back and pushing her to the other room. I took a deep breath. Damon walked in, same stuff he was wearing except for the waiter's apron and bow tie.
"Alright, ready to start?" He said, half smiling.
"Just start the music." I said, not looking at him.
He clicked the play button in the DvD player he had brought with him.
"So, what you want to do is to put one hand on your companion's shoulder and the other on their waist." Damon instructed.
I didn't even look at him and did as I did as he commanded.
"Alright now step with me." He said.
I could hear the awkwardness in his voice, along with nervousness.
I did as I was told.
"Great. You're a natural." Damon said smiling.
I just glared at the floor.
"You mean like you were a natural ass?" I asked sarcastically.
"Eren. You know I didn't mean to leave you with Dad."
"You don't know anything. Do you know what life was like? You were the one who looked mom so you didn't have to deal with people saying that you looked liked him. And when you left you said you would come back for me. But that didn't happen. You left me hoping. And I stuck through those bullies who kept saying that had left me. That you didn't love me. Looks like they were right." I said angrily, my eyes on the verge of tears.
"Eren. I meant to get you when I got enough money. And Aunt Scarlet only had enough for one." He tried to reason.
"Whatever makes you feel better." I mumbled.
And we didn't talk the rest of the time.
Day two. I didn't tell anyone about how it went. And after Host Club, I made imagine lasers come out of my eyes and blast Tamaki's head. Damon came in, and I heard what sounded like a laughing girl. So. He's got a girlfriend. I thought. I stood there when he walked in, a smile plastered on his face.
"So. You ready?" Damon said cheerily.
"Sure." I said, rolling my eyes.
He chuckled.
"Honestly, I feel like I'm giving you up for marriage the way that one, or two? Red haired guy look at you."
"You don't have the right." I said bluntly, not letting him see with light red on my face.
He sighed.
"Look. A friend of mine and talking. I feel like I should say. I'm sorry. I really am for causing all that pain for you. Please, give me another chance." He begged, sadness, hurt, pain and a bunch of other emotions swirled around in his eyes.
I sighed and thought.
You need to trust people more remember? That's what you pledged.
"Ugh." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Fine. But don't say stuff like that marriage thing again." I gave in.
He laughed, and I have never seen someone so happy.
"I promise, you won't regret it."
"Just show me how to finish this dancing thing." I snorted.
Geek: So, for a little bio on Damon. Damon looks kind of like Light from Death Note but his eyes and face are a lot softer. His personality is a lot more care free and happier too. Damon is Greek for gentle. He is 20, making him five years older than Eren. So, if you don't like math, Eren is 15. Make sure to fan, fav, and check out my profile! Hope you guys are excited as I am to write the next chapter! Love is in the air- 3