Chapter 5.

It was six thirty, an hour and a half early, but still not early enough. All you could hear was the crowd screaming. You would have thought the main act came out for a surprise meet and greet but it was really just the marijuana, alcohol and suspense that brought them all to be that loud. The opening act, or should I say Damon, wasn't even on stage yet. I guess concerts are different in France.

Razor and I finally found our seats next to a group of kids who seemed to be American too. They were hitting on the French girls around them while passing a bong. I decided I needed to use the bathroom.

Not that I'm bad enough with directions anyway, being in a foreign concert hall wandering around by myself I found myself lost and opening up random doors because I don't know how to speak French to even ask anyone else.

When I came across a door that said toilettes without a picture, I decided to take the risk and go in. The room I went into was far from a 'toilette'. It was filled with groupies and roadies and other musicians I didn't recognize, who were snorting a line of coke. Does everyone do drugs these days? Not that I would know anyway. There's nothing toxic at the Rock and that's that only place I ever go.

I was about to turn around and leave since it was not the bathroom that I was looking for, but then I heard someone yell my name. Damon. I turned around to see him. He looked hotter than ever. You knew he was shocked to see me by the expression on his face. He stood frozen like a statue for some time, but then realization hit him and he came running to me. It wasn't that intense though, like something that you see in the movies. Everyone was too busy with their own things to even notice. But it was special to me.

"Emily." He said for the hundredth time, trying to make sure he wasn't imagining anything. He was hugging me, then he stopped to look at me, then he hugged me again. It felt good to be loved, to be missed.

I just laughed at him and hugged him back. God, I missed him so much.

"What, what are you doing here?"

"I got the weekend off and I just missed you so much, Damon. I needed to come see you." He smiled at this and hugged me again.

"I missed you so much too. Emily, you're all I think about here."

I smiled and it was silent for a while. Well at least neither of us was talking; the loud screams of everyone in the audience could still clearly be heard.

"Damon. You got five minutes. Hurry it up." A man wearing a headset told Damon while staring at me the entire time.

Damon had me pushed up against a wall while he was hovering over me, one of his hands on the wall above my shoulder. The man came up behind Damon and Damon never turned around.

"Alright." Damon answered back, a little too harshly. The man left and I looked up at Damon. "I guess that's your cue." He smirked and kissed me.

"I don't want to go. I don't want you to leave." He kissed me again.

"Damon, you have to go. I'll be here when the concert's over. I promise."

"Fine." Damon replied reluctantly. I gave him one last kiss then turned to leave.

"Emily." I turned. "I love you."

"I love you too, Damon."

AN: I know, it's super short, and I know, it's been a long time since I've updated. I just really wanted to put something out. Next chapter will be longer and have more Damon and Emily, so hopefully it'll be worth it. I needed a short filler chapter again for them to meet. I promise the next one will be better.

Anyway, I am going to have this chapter up by Sunday, April 10, the LATEST. My goal is really by next Friday, but I don't know what next school week will be like, so we'll see. And note, I said I'm going to, it's definite. Chapter 6 will be up next weekend.

Read and Review. Thank You! -Megan AKA ToBecomeAClown