::Chapter 2::
New York, New York
::A Couple Weeks Later::
Sam and Dean seemed a little reluctant to leave me because of the whole Damon thing but they had nothing to worry about. I'm sure if he was going to kill me, he would've just let the vampires kill me instead of having to do it himself and as much as I hate to admit it, I trusted him. Not that I'd go looking for him but if I ever saw him again, I'd say hi and all that.
I was in New York, in a Starbucks, looking for a job on my laptop when someone sat across from me, "Hello Riley." I looked up and saw Damon.
I smiled, "Hello Damon. How are you doing?"
"I'm doing great. How about you?" He asked as he took a drink from his coffee.
I shrugged, "It's been fine. Just trying to find a job."
"How's your shoulder?"
I lifted my arm up and down, "It's fine. Also, don't hold anything against Sam and Dean. Please. They're just a little…"
"Protective?"
"Well… that too. But they're also a little, dramatic."
He nodded, "I can tell."
I sighed in frustration and closed my laptop, "So, have you had any luck in finding a job lately?"
He shook his head, "Nah, it seems all the demons and vampires are gone."
I yawned, "Ya. It's weird. Maybe I'm just not looking hard enough."
He seemed slightly concerned, "How much sleep have you had?"
I stretched, "Not much."
He looked confused, "What's the point of not working, if you're going to stay up as if you were working? What have you been doing?"
"Looking for work."
He shook his head, "That's not entertaining. You need to do something enjoyable." He stood up and took my hand in his, helping me up from my chair, "Let's go and have some fun."
I smiled, "Go out and have fun? Oh no I don't think I'm allowed to do that." I whispered in his ear, "It's against the rules."
He smirked and whispered back, "Well, rules were always made to be broken."
I picked up my laptop, "Well then Mr. Salvatore, let us go and break rules."
He led the way out, "Okay Ms. Winchester."
::After A Long Day Of Partying::
Damon and I partied all day, jumping from rave party to rave party and drinking everything in sight. By now, the both of us were hammered and I was starving. Damon and I stumbled out of another rave party place, our arms around each other's waist when he asked, "Where would you like to go m'lady?"
I looked up and down the street, "I want… I want Subway. Let's go eat Subway. Where's Subway?"
He looked around before leading the way up the road, "It is this way." We stumbled for a while up the busy street and quickly found a Subway. A closed Subway.
I frowned, "Fuck… it's closed."
Damon looked around before letting go of me, "Don't worry. This'll work." He picked up a garbage can and threw it through the window of Subway.
I laughed loudly, throwing my arms around his neck, "Good idea!"
We were stumbling around when we heard some cop running over, yelling, "STOP! STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!"
We laughed, "We should run." I suggested.
"Good plan." Damon agreed and we ran away. We were able to outrun the cop and we ended up on some street.
I looked around, "Hey, is that a bar?"
Damon nodded, "Yes it is."
I stumbled towards it, holding his hand in mine, "Let's go in it. And drink it."
::Many Many Shots Later::
Damon led me to my Camaro and drove me back to my mansion. Once we got there, we stumbled in, being extremely drunk. We found our way to my room where we started making out on my bed.
After a long time of that, I pushed him off me, "No. We can't."
He kept kissing my neck, "Okay." He started kissing my lips again.
I shook my head, "Nnnnno. No more kissing."
Damon nodded, "Okay." And kept kissing me.
We continued for a while before I knocked him off me, "No. Too drunk. Can't. It's against da rules."
Damon sighed and rolled on top of me again, "I thought tonight was the 'Break the Rules' night."
I nodded, "It was. But," I whispered, "it's not night anymore." He looked to my side table beside my bed where my clock was. It was 1:30 in the morning. I smiled, "I'm tired. I need sleep. Don't molest me. You rapist."
"I'm not a rapist."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled into him, "Whatever you say…" And then I fell asleep.
::The Next Day::
When I woke up the next morning, Damon and I were sleeping in our underclothes. I sat up and shook Damon, "DAMON! WAKE UP!"
He woke up quickly, "What'd I do?"
I shrugged, "I DUNNO! WHAT'D WE DO LAST NIGHT?"
He looked down my body and nodded, "I have no idea but I bet it was fun~."
I slapped him on the arm, "This isn't funny! How much did I drink?"
He rubbed his eyes, "A lot." I looked around. Our clothes were all over the place, the bed was messy, my hair was messy, Damon's hair was messy and we were both hung over.
I got up, "Do you feel like you had sex?"
He thought for a moment, "No. So either we didn't do it or it was some shit sex."
I bit my lip, "Same situation here."
He sat up, "Okay. We didn't do it. I'm amazing at sex."
I walked into my bathroom, grabbing clothes as I walked past them, "Arrogant much?"
I heard him say from the bedroom, "Very."
I walked out as soon as I had clothes on, "Well, since this is very awkward, I'm going to the kitchen for food." I went down to the kitchen and looked through my fridge.
Edward walked in, "Miss Winchester? If you don't mind my asking, who is the young man who's lost in the halls?"
I got my waffle maker and put it down, "Does he have black hair, blue eyes and a muscular build?"
He nodded, "That's him Miss Winchester."
I flicked my hand, "Oh. That's just Damon."
"Okay. Oh yes, and Miss Winchester?"
I turned to Edward, "Yes?"
"He's lost in the mansion."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "Ya… he can stay lost." I stomped into the living room while Edward made me waffles.
I was watching some random show when Damon walked in, "Thanks for showing me around."
I smiled, "You're welcome."
Edward walked in with a plate of waffles, "Here Miss Winchester. What would you like with them today?"
I sat up from my lying position on the couch, "Thank you Edward. I'd like… AUNT JEMIMA TODAY. Please~."
Edward bowed his head, "Yes Miss Winchester."
Damon sat beside me, "What are you rich?"
I nodded, "Yessir." When Edward came back, I pointed to Damon, "Edward? Can you please escort Damon out?"
Edward nodded, "Certainly. Come Mister… Damon."
Damon stood up, "Looks like I'm leaving. I'll call you."
I took a bite of my waffles, "You don't have my number."
He crossed his arms, "Okay. Gimme your number."
I shook my head, "Nope."
He rolled his eyes, "Fine." Once his back was turned, I silently giggled and held my hand over my mouth, stopping any noise from escaping from my mouth. Edward escorted Damon out, leaving me with my waffles.
Before he walked out of the house, I wrote my number on a napkin and threw it at him without saying anything. He turned when the crumpled napkin hit the back of his head. He looked around, wondering what hit him. He looked down at his feet where the crumpled napkin was lying. He bent down and picked up, un-crumpling it. He smirked and turned his head to me, "Bye Riley."
I smiled, "Bye Damon."
