Disclaimer: I do not own KND, Siobhan and Damien copyright to me.
"Can I sit here?"
I looked up in shock to find the boy from yesterday standing there, pointing at the seat beside me. I hastily moved my stuff and nodded. He sank down beside me and took a sip of his drink. I played with my wristband and refused to look any higher than my glass. We sat in silence until finally he said,
"We should go, we'll be late."
I nodded and stood. We paid for our drinks and left.
"I'm Damien by the way." He said offering me a crooked smile.
"Siobhan." I replied, giving him a smile in return.
"Pretty name." He murmured. I felt my cheeks heat up and heard him chuckle.
"Your clothes are different to yesterday." He commented dryly, eyeing my black hoodies.
"So are yours." I replied, glancing across at his Venom shirt. He grinned.
"I don't do sports by choice. My foster parents make me."
My ears pricked at that.
"You're adopted too?"
He nodded.
"I'm originally from New Zealand. My foster parents brought me here. Not that I'm sorry now." He gave me a dazzling grin and my cheeks burned. I made some stuttering noises and he chuckled again.
"I really don't feel like school today…" he murmured. He pushed his hands into his pockets and sauntered along beside me.
"My foster parents would kill me if I bunked off…" I murmured. Damien chuckled.
"So would mine, but who cares?"
I grinned.
"Not me."
He chuckled.
"Let's go then."
We changed direction and headed along the road to the shops.
When we reached the shops, I grabbed Damien's arm and dragged him into the first shop I saw that sold make-up. As I dragged him down an aisle, he commented dryly,
"I can walk you know."
I looked back and he was grinning, which kind of ruined the effect. I released his arm and stopped in front of the make-up. I took my time looking over the eyeshadows, and ended up buying a black, and a dark purple that Damien had pointed out. I also bought some eyeliner and lipstick, both in black and purple. As I hunted for the last thing on my metaphorical shopping list, white foundation, Damien held up a little tub.
"Is this what you're looking for?" he asked with a grin. I quite literally leapt at him to grab it, and then hugged him. I realised what I was a split second later and backed off. Damien just stood there looking shocked.
"Thanks…" I murmured, hastily heading for the tills. I was distracted as I came across the hair dye section. My hair was naturally black and I had no intention on changing it, despite my foster parents attempts to bleach it blonde.
"What is it?" Damien asked stopping beside me.
"Hair dye." I replied. "What I'd love is red and black striped hair."
Damien glanced sideways at me, running a hand through his brown hair.
"Why?" he asked. I grinned.
"I think it's cool."
Damien laughed.
"If you say so."
"I do." With that, I headed for the tills again, leaving Damien standing there. Once I had paid for my make-up, I sat myself on a bench outside to wait for Damien, who seemed to be buying something. I couldn't see what it was from where I was sitting and I felt very curious. I asked him what he'd bought, but he just grinned and laughed.
The rest of the day passed very quickly. We ate lunch in a quiet little café, and spoke some more about our lives.
"I was brought to Australia when I was six. I was born on the north island of New Zealand." Damien explained around his pizza slice. "I've lived here ever since."
"I've lived here my whole life." I commented.
"How depressing." Damien chuckled. I merely shrugged and returned my attention to my food. Lift, bite, chew swallow.
"Something happened didn't it? While you were at the home?" Damien leaned forwards, trying to catch my gaze. I shrugged again, and went to get up, but Damien grabbed my hand and pulled me back to my seat.
"Tell me?"
It was a request rather than an order, and his voice was soft and gentle. He inspired courage. It was strange how quickly my trust in him had grown, and I ended up spilling my entire story to him. He said nothing while I spoke, and once I'd finished, tears were streaming down my face, smudging my make-up. Damien came round to me and wrapped his arms around me. I pressed my face into his chest and sobbed. He whispered sweet nothings until I was quiet. I came to myself and found myself in his arms. I tried to pull back, to regain my space and composure, but Damien held me fast. The tears were still running down my face and as I looked up, Damien gently brushed them away.