To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC
Chapter 9- Grocery stores and stories.
Summary: I knew he was going to kill me, This was Damon Salvatore, this could never end well and yet I couldn't stay away, the truth is, I didn't want to. Damon/OC
I'm really trying my best to say the more Americanised words, because most of my readers are American! But as I am English it may not be totally!
From this chapter I'm going to start skipping some time and getting into the main plotline and not going day by day, because I think that Kaye is properly engrained and after this chapter will be more engaged with Damon, something she will remember! Outside of the vampiric side of him,
Saturday morning came quickly, I'd gone to bed as soon as I had arrived home the night before and hadn't woken until late the next morning, still slightly disappointed that our time at Mystic grill last night had been cut so short and still slightly curious as to why it had been, at Damons arrival.
I had skipped breakfast and offered to do the grocery shopping for my father, who had never been a fan of the weekly shop and was grumbling about it as I entered the kitchen.
I then found myself parking outside of the large store I passed on my journeys to and from school but hadn't yet been in. I grabbed my dads list from the dashboard and locked the car, unlocking a cart from outside, and pushing it through the entrance, cursing the wobbly wheel that always seemed to be on the cart I chose.
I wandered down the aisles leisurely, at least that's how I wanted it to seem, truthfully I had no idea where the things I needed were so I was taking my time to search every single aisle. I also realised that foods and groceries in America were named and packaged completely different to those that I was used to in England.
After a while, and a whole lot of contemplating, I started to find the things I was looking for, at least I hoped they were the right products. It was then that I noticed, one of the products my father had specifically asked for, a case of some energy drink he had become almost addicted to since we had arrived, on the top shelf, far beyond my reach. I wasn't short by any means, but it seemed that this store had extremely high shelves and there was no way I was reaching them on my own, I looked around helplessly, the aisle I stood in was completely empty, apart from me and my cart. I sighed, I couldn't not buy them , dad would be devastated, and I didn't think it was a good idea that I moved away to find someone because knowing my luck I would return and the case would be gone, since it was the last remaining.
I reached higher, maybe if I could grab the corner and pull it towards me, then hoist it or… no that surely wouldn't work, it would end up landing on my face, but there was still no other souls here and I was at a loathe to call out for help. I reached for the corner, fingers brushing it, then jumped, pulling at the plastic surrounding the bottles, it budged towards me slightly and I smiled in triumph. I jumped again, yanking at the plastic and as my feet hit the ground the bottles slid towards me, unexpected weight crashing into my arms. Just as I thought I was going to drop them strongs hands caught the bottles, lifting the weight from my arms, with an accompanying chuckle.
"That's got to be one of the funniest things I've seen all day"
I recognised the smooth voice and watched with a small smile as the leather clad arms dropped the case into the cart. Damon turned back to me, as beautiful as I remembered him, with that God awful smirk plastered across his face.
"All day?"
"Yup, all day" he replied, arms crossed over his broad chest.
"It's only noon." I countered, a smile pulling at my face, I found I strange that I felt so at ease already, after witnessing him be such a…jerk last night, watching how everybody reacted to his presence, it shouldn't have felt so easy and care free, yet we had only conversed with four lines and I felt like we had been talking for hours. Plus, he had just saved me from mortifying embarrassment.
"So what are you doing here?" I asked, as he stared at me in that same position, piercing eyes feeling like they were burning a hole into my face or everywhere else he looked.
"Shopping." he said, his voice arrogant, confident, with a smile.
"I see you've done a lot of that" I said sceptically, one eyebrow raised, taking in the lack of groceries or bags or anything on his person.
"I'm shopping with you" he stated with a shrug, pushing the cart forward and taking a few steps, calling, "Are you coming? Peanut butter is this way."
"How does he know what's… strange" I mumbled, jogging to catch up and I thought I heard him chuckle. I looked at him strangely as he walked beside me.
"I didn't see your car outside."
"I walked. I fancied a walk, walking is good, keeps you healthy" he replied, puffing out his chest in a similar way than would a body builder.
I grinned, "So you were just passing by?"
"Yes, then I saw you and I thought, hey! Maybe I'll say hello! And Ta-da, you're graced with my presence!"
"You have a very high opinion of yourself, Damon." I stated, a mocking tone to my voice.
"Wouldn't you? If you looked like me?"
I laughed incredulously, I couldn't believe he had actually said that, I had never met someone so arrogant… or so charming in being that way.
"If I looked like you, I would be seriously questioning my gender." I quipped, knowing full well I was probably making a fool of myself. We dawdled on for a few more minutes in silence and I noticed that Damons eyes hardly ever left my face, it was both unnerving and endearing and made me feel both nervous and strangely excited.
Or maybe it was wishful thinking, and I had something on my face. Oh God! Please don't let me have something on my face! Every now and then I would glance his way, on the few occasions when his eyes did wonder into another direction, I noticed something there, beneath the excruciating good looks and cocky façade, there was something else, a sadness in his eyes, an underlying misery, or loneliness that you could almost sense and feel if you looked hard enough.
"So what's your story?" I asked, before I could stop myself.
"Ill show you mine if you show me yours." he smirked, sending a disarming smile my way.
"You first."
"Ladies first." I grinned, so this was how it was to be then? Our conversations consisting of one liners? I could deal with that for now, besides, I was meant to be avoiding this Salvatore like the plague, even one liners were wrong and a bit of a betrayal to my new friends, but I found I just couldn't help myself.
I pulled another item on the list from the nearest shelf, placing it in the cart as I began to tell him about my mother, dying in England, my father wanting, needing to get away from everything, the sympathetic stares and "I'm sorry for your loss" comments and my first week here.
"Your turn" I finished, jumping again to reach another product, why did my dad only ask for things on the highest shelves. I shivered as I felt his head lean close to mine form behind, lips close to my ear, breathe warm as he asked, "Need help again?" easily reaching over me, the hard plains of his chest pressing against my back, until he grabbed them and dropped them in the cart. I frowned, why did that feel so familiar? I tried to think back to the day his car had broken down, I was sure we hadn't gotten that close then.
"Well," he continued, again pushing the cart, "Stefan and I, we loved the same girl a long time ago, she played us both and then she was taken away, we haven't seen her since, and we haven't really gotten along since."
That was pretty vague, but explained a lot I guess.
"Do you miss him?" I asked, leading the way to the check outs, smiling politely at the young redheaded cashier, who completely ignored me and favoured to pretty much gape at Damon, who sent her his smirk and lifted the case of energy drinks onto the till.
"Not really" he said as a reply, piling thing onto the till as the cashier began scanning things quickly, eyes returning to Damon as often as possible. He seemed hardly phased and I guessed he must get looks like this a lot.
"I envy you, I'd always wanted a little brother or sister."
"You can take mine"
"You really don't miss him? Even a little bit? You don't ever look at him and think, he's still my brother?" I asked, I knew I was pushing it, and I didn't really have a right seeing as this was our second proper conversation but I couldn't take it back now.
"You know, it seems like hundreds of years since we got along besides," he paused, leaning close to my ear and whispering, "I enjoy giving him hell"
I chose not to react as I noticed the red heads eyes boring into us as he repeated, "37.50 please" slightly impatiently.
I pulled the money from my pocket and waited as she handed me the change.
"I'll carry these to our car" Damon said, hefting most of the bags, I sighed, scurried after him calling a "Thanks" to the glaring cashier.
"Damon!" I called as the doors closed behind me, "Did you have to say our car? If looks could kill I would have been dead!"
He laughed, waiting by the boot as I fumbled in my pocket for my keys and he dropped the bags in before I closed it up again.
"So, thanks for the company." I said, at loathe to leave, but needing to get the groceries home before my dad had a fit, "I'll see you around?" it sounded like more of a question than a statement.
"Of course you will" he stated, with that smirk, opening the drivers side for me.
"Do you need a lift home?" I asked.
"No. I can make it from here" he grinned as I slid into the car, closing the door with a small wave. I started the engine, smiling, when I heard a knock on the window. I lowered the window and raised an eyebrow to ask what he wanted.
"By the way, that shirt you're wearing…very see through,"
Then he was walking away.
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