Making Me Laugh (Damon Fizzy Story)

Chapter 10 - "Hey Phone! Didja Miss Me?"

The rest of the night had been so much fun. Damon and I messed around WalMart until about 2 in the morning. The only reason we had to go was because we had gotten kicked out for 'public disturbance'. (More like the security guard didn't like it when we threw bouncy balls at his face...)

After getting kicked out, we decided to go to TacoBell for some.... Well tacos.

"How many tacos do you want?" The dude behind the cashier asked me. I was having an internal debate on whether I should get one soft taco so I could eat like a girl in front of Damon, or 6 soft tacos like I normally got.

"Hum...." Decisions, decisions. "I'll get 7 soft tacos please." I smiled at the guy as he gave me a 'fat-ass' look. Even Damon gave me an incredulous look.

He ordered his food and grabbed the two medium sized soda cups.

"I'll get you your drink. Pepsi, right?" I nodded my head before asking him how he knew what I wanted to drink. His simple reply was 'you said it in your videos before'.

As I went to go take a seat, I began thinking things over. Was this a date? I mean, he was getting me my soda, hell, he even paid for our meal.

'Im the boy that set your girl on fire' began ringing from my phone. When the hell had I turned the sound on?

"Jello?"

"Samm, where the hell are you?! I've been calling you for the past two hours." An angry Evan screamed from the other side of our call.

"Eh-eh-eh, stop telephoning me-eh-eh-eh." I sang to him.

"You can't use Lady GaGa to get you out of this mess, Samm. Where are you?"

"I'm with Damon. We're eating. Take a chill pill and go bang Morgan." Annoyance was clearly ringing out of my voice.

"Already did. And if I may add, she's so good at suck-"

"LALALALALALALA. I DON'T NEED TO TO KNOW ABOUT MY BROTHER'S SEX LIFE!" I screamed a little bit too loud because the manager of TacoBell had been walking in....

"Do you know what time it is?" He asked, completely ignoring my outburst.

"Time for you to get a watch?" I teased. Obviously, I couldn't be serious in situations like this.

"No. It's 15 until 2:30. When the fuck are you gonna get here?" When Evan cursed, I flinched. He hated cursing and only did it when he was super pissed.

"Evan, come on. I'm trying to have fun. You know I can't do anything in Vegas. Why can't you just let me be with a fucking guy without going all bitchy?" And without waiting for his response, I hung up.

"Are you okay?" Damon asked two seconds later.

"Peachy keen." I mumbled. No! I would not let Evan ruin my amazing night with Damon.

"Here's your food." The server mumbled as he placed our tray of food on the table. I saw him do a double look at me before shaking his head and walking off.

"Bon appetite." Damon said in a horrible Spanish accent.

"You do know that that phrase is French...?" His face reddened before he began eating whatever the hell he was eating.

Grabbing a soft taco, I ate like I would when I was with any of my few friends.

Before I knew it, I had eaten 6 out of the 7 tacos. That's when I realized two things. Not only had I eaten like a little piggy, I had ate faster AND quicker then Damon, meaning I only wanted a friendship with him.

Did I only want a friendship with him or did I want something more? Did I want Damon to hold my hand and kiss my cheek? Or did I want things to remain like this?

Fucking hell Samm. You've known the guy for TWO days. Both days not showing your best side.

During my little rant, Damon sat on the opposite side of me eating. He didn't say anything, which made me both happy and sad at the same time.

"So... You watch my videos." I said, trying to break the awkward silence I had created.

"Ha. Yeah, I've been watching them since you first posted those Singing with Samm videos." He smiled and I felt my face blushing. Those few videos had been one of my very first videos. Basically, I would obsess over a song so much that I had to record myself singing it. As a dare, I put three of them on YouTube. When I had been looking through the comments, someone had wrote 'You should rant about the crappy pop songs'.

That one little comment got me where I was. It was not easy, but here I was.

"Wow. That's almost.... Three years ago!" I had made a YouTube account when I was ten, but I didn't start posting things until I was eleven, almost twelve. Holy shit, I was so young...

"Oooh gurl. You is getting OLD." Damon said it in a ghetto voice and for some reason, it made me laugh so hard. Sadly, I had been drinking when he said it and the after effect wasn't pleasant. Soda shot out of my mouth and burned its way through my nose.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" He was drenched in my soda and I could tell he was disgusted. Damon was so disgusted, he couldn't say anything. I ran to grab some napkins and began trying to make him dry.

After a few minutes of drying him off, I couldn't stop appologizing.

"Stop stop stop stop." He said after what seemed like my ten thousandth apology.

"Sorry." I mumbled. God dammit! I did it again.

He gave me a pointed look before standing up with our tray. He dumped the wrappers into the trash can and placed the tray above the trash can. We went to go fill up our drinks before leaving.

The air was kinda chilly which made me confused, seeing as it was June. Goosebumps covered my body from head to toe and it annoyed the crap out of me.

Damon and I walked in a comfortable silence to the hotel. The coffee was wearing off and I was actually beginning to get really tired, as was Damon.

Once inside the hotel, past the elevators, and at our rooms was when he finally said something.

"I had fun with you tonight Samm." He gave me the most adorable smile ever.

"Same. It was amazing. Oh hey, thanks for paying for dinner. How much do I owe you?" I wasn't going to let him get away with paying for my big meal.

"Nah, don't worry. It's on me."

"Are you sure? I don't want you lieing about it. I'll go home and then six years later, you'll call me up saying I owe you however much I owe you. Then I'll tell you that you said it was on you and you'll tell me that you lied cause you were doing crossies." I raised an eyebrow at him and smiled.

"I promise." He made a Boy Scouts honor thing before covering his smile with a hand.

"It really was a great night Damon." My hair fell in my face, but I made no intention to move it. You could always tell if a guy liked you when he out your hair behind your ear. (It's girl logic, get over it).

When he made no attempt to move it, I did it myself.

"Night Samm." He said immediately, before going into his room, and closing the door in my face. I stood there with wide eyes and a confused look on my face. What the fuck just happened?

Without thinking over it once more, I went into my hotel room, grabbed Morgan's MacBook from its place next to the tv, walked to the bathroom, sat down on the floor, and turned it on.

Typing YouTube into the search bar, it took me to her account immediately. I searched up the name I was looking for and clicked a random video.

"Hey phoooneee. Did ja miss me?"

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AWH! COME ON DAMOM, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER! Gosh xD.

In the sidebar is a very ... Provocative picture of Damon, because it shows his true spirits

Also in the side bar is a DeeFizzy video!(:

Until next week. (I'm not promising NUFFIN.) have a good week guys and gals

:]Samm[: