(Next day, Friday evening)

I chose to wear a simple white short dress with a gray cardigan so it didn't look to fancy, with my natural wavy hair down. I'm not going to do anything so important, and I don't think he is worth enough for me to look fancy. After all, we are only seeing a movie. I hope.

I waited patiently for him to show and it didn't take that long. I walked out to hear his loud truck and he had aviator sunglasses on. He won't be wearing those for long because the sun is setting. I walked to the side of his truck and opened the door to finally hop into the shaking black truck.

"So do you want to know what the amazing plan is?"

"I thought it was a movie that I only agreed to."

"Well we are going to go watch the fault in our stars." I gave him the weirdest look. "But we are going to make fun of it the whole time and piss off the whole entire theater. Sound good?"

"I hate to admit this, but yes it kind of does." I laughed in defeat.

"I can't believe we just got kicked out of the movie theaters for pissing off a bunch of fourteen year old girls." Damian said walked to the car.

"In all defense, they were already crying and you don't mess with crying fourteen year olds." I laughed. "And thanks for getting me in trouble and getting me kicked out of a public place! Jerk." I said elbowing his arm.

"Oh it's not that bad, it happened to me all of the time!"

"Remind me to never go out in public with you." I said hopping into his truck.

"But we're not done, sweetheart." he smiled.

"What? Ugggh why?" I groaned.

"Oh shut up, you've had fun so far haven't you?"

"Yeah, I guess." I gave up. "Fine, you win. What are we doing?"

"We're going to the park."

"The park? What's at the park at," I paused to look at my phone. "8:45 in the evening?"

"We're just going to walk. It's nice out and nobody is there at this time so why not?"

"I think you're going to kill me. I don't trust you." I folded my arms.

"If I wanted to kill you I would've done it when I've first seen you to keep you from bickering." he said. "And I really don't think you've should've trusted me before."

"I hate how you make so many good points" I said, rolling down then window. "How long will this take, I have to be home ten."

"You have a curfew? That's so lame." his Irish accent seemed so strong when he talked.

"Yes I'm sorry I came from a strict family. But at least they love me and take care of me"

"That's good." he said as a surprisingly a nice reply. But the look on his face said otherwise. I didn't want to say anything because I don't think it's any of my business.

"Yeah, it is." I looked outside the window.

We eventually came to a stop in front of the park. The trees at night make it look beautiful and haunting. Mostly beautiful.

"So why are we here again?" I said getting out and hopping to the ground while he came out from the side.

"Lindsay, I brought you here to murder you. I'm sorry I lied to you." he said with a look of seriousness and I'm just you could feel my body tense up from a mile away. "Hey, I'm kidding. You really believed that?" he was laughing historically.

"You're a dick." I slapped his arm.

"I already know that." he rubbed his arm like he was actually hurt. "We're just walking for no reason at all. It's really nice."

"Yeah I agree with you on that." we started walking on the sidewalk, I guess we're just going to make a few rounds around the park.

"So I've told you how much of a pain in the ass you are, right?"

"So many times. Even though you bother more than I bother you." I said crossing my arms continuing to walk.

"That a good point, but I still think you would ask for it anyway. Anyways, I think you are a very good looking person and I enjoy looking at you." he smiled, walking with his hands shoved into his jean pockets.

"You sound like the guy from the movie we just watched." I laughed.

"The august guy?"

"Augustus? Yes." I smiled at his attempt to remember the chick flick we just watched.

"I do not. I'm Irish, that's even better."

"You're so cocky, it never stops."

"It's not cocky if you have good self-esteem. Now since you liked to change the subject, I am going to change it back. Even though we argue, I still consider you a friend. Or a frenemy." he wondered. "And me having a few friends that I have, I trust all of them. I'm still debating on trusting you, but I have this feeling I could."

"Well I would reassure you can trust me, but you really think we're friends? I mean I'm not saying we aren't but I didn't know I could be friends with you weeks ago."

"Yeah I think we are. Just an irritating friend."

"You're making it hard to be your friend." I laughed. "But fine. We can be friends."

"I wasn't going to get your permission, you are stuck with me so I can annoy you sweetheart."

"Oh great." I rolled my eyes jokingly. "But you can trust me. Why?"

"Just in case I feel like I need to talk to someone and my friends can't call me gay for wanting to vent."

"So I'm your only girl friend? I guess I can see why." I nudged his shoulder.

"Because I don't like to be around sluts and have me as a friend to sleep with whenever we both get bored."

"Umm." I paused. "I guess, but alright."

"I'm going to sit right here." he said sitting on the grassy under a tree.

"No more walking?" I sat down.

"No, not right now." he didn't speak for a few seconds and I didn't know whether to speak or wait. "Why didn't you listen to your friend, and you decided to talk to me?" I didn't even talk to him about that, how did he know?

"Uh, you know to be nice. You didn't seem like a bad person, but then again I didn't know."

"Yeah. Lindsay, everybody is right. I'm not a very good person and I have done so many things that I regret. Probably things that will get me sent to hell, and I probably can't stop."

"You can stop anything when you want too. Don't let your body keep you captive."

"It's not my body, Linds." he looked down. "This is one of those things where I need to trust you. But I also need to know that I can tell you, and you don't say anything to anybody."

"Yes." I nodded my head.

"Let's see. I was fourteen when my mother moved here, and she took me with. We obviously came from Ireland. That was a little over five years ago. Well I was pretty upset I left all my friends behind, and my mother took me from my dad. She said he had ran away from us, but I had a few hints that she was lying. So she ended up marrying Cameron's dad, which worked out because he is the one person I will always have to have my back. He's like the brother I always wanted. A short year later, and I'm about fifteen and a half and my mother was diagnosed with cancer. We had absolutely no money for the treatment so I took up a job to help around. I was working a very shitty job and I was talking to my coworker who was in a different kind of business on the side and he said the needed someone else. I had to go through so much just to prove that they could trust Me." he just looked at me. I could tell he hated telling this story. "So I was working on the street selling drugs like cocaine, marijuana, stuff like that. I was too scared to touch that stuff knowing what it does to people. I've smoke pot before and I honestly would rather only do that. Anyways, so I kept bringing in money from the job that they thought I was working. My mom was getting the treatment she needed and she was getting better. Everybody was so happy, including myself. But after a few months, she stopped getting better. They said that she's been using the treatment for so long that the cancer was fighting back at it and they couldn't do anything and we had to hope for the best. I was still working for money to support the bills and treatments." he took a big gulp and swallowed it like he was having trouble breathing. "She died about a month later. It was so unexpected. She didn't look that bad when she gave out." he tried so hard not to cry and I could tell. "That's why I had a bad attitude towards people and I had to drop out. I ended up talking to my drug dealer boss to tell him I had to quit. But he wouldn't let me. I had known too much and no matter what I had to stick with this job or end with a bullet in my head while walking away. He said the only way out is if I can raise enough money and I'm still in his debt." he looked at me with sad eyes but they had no tears. "I'm stuck doing his dirty work and I will be for a long time. I have done so many bad things. I killed somebody Lindsay." that reminds me of what Shelby was telling me and I didn't believe it and I tried to keep from looking scared. "It was during a fight about drugs and he was telling my boss that we were cheating him. He threw a punch at me, and let's just say I threw the last one. I didn't even know until the adrenaline was gone and he has blood coming out of every hole. My boss told me not to worry and he would take care of it. Do you want to know what he did? He cut him up and through him in a barrel and lit it up in flames." he paused and took a big breath. "it was the most traumatizing thing in the world. the look, the feeling of the blood, and most of all the smell of the body burning. im still having nightmares about it. this was about a year ago. maybe a little longer. you need to know how much of a bad person I am and I need to prove that every body is right."

"i don't even know what to say." I said shocked and wonderless. "your not a bad person, you were stuck in a sticky situation. yes youre the one that got into this mess but nobody deserves that." he just looked at me but he didn't seem like he was going to say something. "I'm sorry I judged you for not even knowing what was going on."

"Don't be. I'm sorry I was a dick. It's just how I am and what this turned be into. I used to actually be a really nice person. I guess something's that people go through makes them bitter."

"You shouldn't let it affect you Damian. You shouldn't have to live like this."

"But I have too. I'm still in this and there is nothing I can do about it. I can't tell the cops because there are more of his people. I don't want to be tracked down and I just rather pay of my debts."

"Debts of what? Being sucked into something so you can help your family out?"

"You just don't understand. There is so much going on and maybe I'll tell you one day. Just not now."

"How do you know I will be around when you want to tell me?"

"Oh trust me, you will." he smiled. "I will not let you get away that easily."

"You know, even if you are the biggest pain in the ass and biggest dick I know, I will always be here to talk so you don't seem gay." I joked.

"Well that means a lot Linds, thank you."

I looked at him and I just notice things. like how he has dimples when he smiles, which I don't see very often, he has some small fuzz above his lip but you probably wouldn't even notice unless you were up pretty close and looking right at it, and his eyes were so blue when the moon hit them. He was not a bad looking person, infect he was pretty handsome. I think it was his personality that ruined it when I met him. I don't know if it will every go away, but I guess there is some reassurance because I guess we're friends now.

"What's your story, huh? Anything exciting in your life?" he said lightly shaving me and smiling.

"Well I'm adopted. And I'm happy about that because my parents love me unconditionally and have given me everything I wanted. They don't discipline me so much and they trust me to do good things and make the right decisions. They have supported me through everything. I am also an only child."

"Sounds like a good life. You're just a brat." he joked.

"Well there has to be one flaw." I laughed.

"You have quite a few. But your looks aren't one of them."

"It's so hard to think your sweet when you say rude things along with it."

"We should probably go. It's getting pretty late out. I need to get you home."

"Alright." I said getting up. "I actually had fun hanging out with you."

"I knew you would. I mean I can't be that bad that you don't want to hand out with Me." he smiled and supported himself to get up.

"Edh." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Just wait till next time."

"Next time? You mean there's a next time?" I joked with him.

"Sadly for you, I mean I could just kidnap you and you wouldn't have a choice."

"Let's just go with I'll agree to hang out. I don't want to be kidnapped."

"Too late!" he said picking me up and throwing me over his shoulders.

"Damian, put me down right now!" I yelled hitting his back while he continued walking and laughing. "Stop laughing and put me down you Irish nit!"

"Irish nit? Is that all you got? I'm not putting you down now."

"Damian please put me down. You're tall and looking at the ground right now is scaring me!"

"You're such a baby." he laughed and put me down.

"I don't like heights, I'm not a baby." I pouted.

"baby." he repeated.

"I'm not a baby, stop it." I continued to pout.

"You are the biggest baby I ever met!" he was trying to mess with me.

"No! I'm not a baby." I walked to the side of the truck while I waited for him to unlock the doors.

"Not even mine?" he put both of his hands on the truck to trap me in.

"Nope. Not even yours." I smiled.

"That's a shame." his face got closer and I watched his eyes get closer to mine. "Because I really just want too..." he trailed off but his face was still getting close every second until his lips touched mine. I didn't stop him though because the kiss wasn't as rough like the first few times. It was soft and I didn't mind this side of him. I actually didn't want it to stop.

He eventually placed his hands at my sides and pushed himself closer to me so I was closely between him and the truck but not squeezed between. I finally raised my arms around his neck and I was on my toes so he didn't aver to lean down so much. For some reason I expected him to be pushy and trying to get his hands up my dress but they stayed firm at my waste.

"We should go." he said breaking up the kiss. "I don't want you to be late."

"Okay." I said breathing a little bit harder from the situation.

"I would like to do that more often. It keeps you quiet." he teased. "Plus your lips are quite soft." he said giving my one last kiss before moving his hands and going around the truck to let me in.

He pulled up to the front of my house and it was about five after ten. The lights were still on so my mom was still awake. He parked and I waited for him to unlock the door.

"You know I kind of like you. And I had fun tonight." he said in a different tone of voice that surprised me.

"I like you too. I thought it was fun also. Whenever you need me, you can text me if you want."

"I would like that a lot actually. But that's not what I meant." he paused. "I kind of like you, like I have some feelings for you."

"Oh. I kind of like you too. You can be sweet when you want to be." I smiled.

"Yeah I know. My uh, mother raised me to be respectful towards women." he looked down.

"Here give me your phone. I'll put my number in." I said holding my palm out and watched him dig around his pocket for him to pull out his phone. I dialed the number and saved it.

"Thank you. Ill text you later so you'll have my number."

"Have a goodnight Damian." I reached across the seat and kissed his cheek.

And with that I stepped out and walked up to the front porch. I lightly knocked onto the door so my mom could open it.

I turned around and waved him goodbye and walked inside the house.

"Have fun, sweaty?" my mom kissed the top of my head.

"Yeah it was. I'm so tired though." I yawned.

"Well go get some rest and you will tell me all about it tomorrow. But before your father gets home, he doesn't need to know about your love life." she winked.

"Mom it's not a love life." I laughed. "But I will explain everything tomorrow."

"Okay sweaty, whatever you say. Just remember I would love to meet him."

"Yes mother." I said walking up the stairs to my bedroom. I felt my phone vibrate and looked to see that an unknown number texted. I already knew who it was.

'Goodnight Linds. Sleep well. :)'

This chapter actually took more time than the others. I don't want to make it seem like they are jumping into things too fast but... oh well. Haha I will make this last longer and not have it be so short.