Chapter 4

'I know that your new and all Zoey, but next time could you open the door when I knock please?' Stevie-Rae stepped around me, and I let her in reluctantly.

'I'm really sorry Stevie-Rae, I'm a heavy sleeper.' I said quickly.

She stepped around me heading for the bathroom, warning bells went off in my head, how I hoped she wouldn't open the closet doors. I sat on my bed nervously as I listened to her rummage in the bathroom.

'What's that stuff on your face?' She asked curiously from the bathroom, I couldn't blame her; it probably looks like I put makeup on blindfolded. I put my hands up to my face and grossly pulled them back down to find them covered in black smudges and remaining lip-gloss.

'Well I didn't get the chance to take it off before I fell asleep.' I mumbled. I heard a weird grumble coming from The closet; I coughed stupidly to cover it up, what the hell was he doing in there? This was beginning to become too much effort, maybe I should just tell her, regardless of Damien wants me to or not. Maybe I should just tell him that if he wants to go out with me then we are going to do it out in the open, like a real couple. But I did have to see from Damien's point of view, I mean how hard it must be for him to make this transition. Anyway, I would prefer to leave the explaining to Damien; I mean, what would I say to Stevie-Rae right now? Uh, Stevie-Rae, Damien decided to come out of the closet. No, for all I know she might actually look in the closet, and THEN I would have some serious explaining to do.

Maybe I should just keep it a secret for now, give Damien some time to think it through. Stevie-Rae walked out of the bathroom and sat down on her bed.

'You should take off your makeup before you go to sleep you know, if you don't you can get a pimple or something else more horrible.'

I laughed at her innocence while she bent down to take off her cowboy boots.

'What's that?' She asked, pointing under my bed. I stopped laughing instantly and worried. I glanced down quickly to see Damien's shirt crumbled under my bed.

'Nothing' I said so loud I nearly yelled. I shoved the shirt as far back under my bed as I could as hoped she didn't get a good look at it, the last thing I need is Stevie-Rae to notice it on Damien a few days later. Another thing I don't want ids for Damien to walk down stairs without a shirt on, come on! I wouldn't mind it but what would the other girls think? Maybe I didn't want to know. Anyway, back to the point, how was I going to get Damien out of here in the first place? Would I have to wait till Stevie-Rae left? That could take hours, in fact that could be until tomorrow, it wasn't long until sunrise and we would both be going to bed soon.

My best option was to wait until she had a shower, or hope she falls asleep early, Damien was grumbling a lot and my coughing wasn't very convincing.

'I won't ask you about your personal life but that sure aint any of our shirts I've seen around here.' Stevie-Rae said assumingly.

'A, yeah,' I stumbled. 'Don't worry, it's one of my old shirts, I'm just a bit embarrassed showing it to people.'

'O..kie..Do..kie' She said, looking at me strangely before grabbing her towel and stepping into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. I waited until I could hear the water running before I sighed loudly in relief.

Damien knocked on the door, 'Can I come out now please.' He said desperately.

'Yes' I whispered loudly. He opened the door extremely fast and whined.

'Ow! I don't ever want to hide in a girl's closet again; do you know how many coat hangers were digging into my back?'

I slapped him on his shoulder, 'Maybe if you had worn your shirt then it wouldn't have hurt as much.' I grabbed the shirt form under my bed as threw it at him.

'Oh' He smiled ruefully, 'That's the shirt you were talking about, what a shame, I wanted to see you in your so called old shirt.'

I slapped him again, 'And why the hell were you groaning so loudly!' I whispered loudly in his face, 'You're lucky Stevie-Rae didn't hear you, or you would have a lot of explaining to do.'

'Like I said,' He explained as he pulled his shirt over his head, 'Those coat hangers are painful.'

I started to push him towards the door in anger, 'Maybe if it was so painful I could lock you in there another time.' I smiled playfully. He smiled back as we reached the door,

'Hey it wasn't that bad, I got to look at a few interesting pieces of clothing.'

I shut the door in his face and started to head for my bed, when there was a light tap at the door. I turned around and opened it to see Damien there smiling.

'What do you want?' I asked with a tap of my foot. Damien bent down and kissed me softly cupping his hands around my cheeks. I pulled away no more then a few seconds later and half closed the door.

'Go' I whispered, before shutting the door completely. I smiled as his kiss lingered on my lips.

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