Sequel: Say You Remember Me

Say You Love Me Damon Salvatore

Tomorrow

“So, what’re we doing?” I asked.

Damon gave me a devilish grin. “There’s this nightclub I’d like to introduce you to. Have you ever heard of Forsaken Soul?”

“Yes!” I tried containing my excited squeal. “I just bought their album, Crystal Death. Jackson Wilder is so….” Well, I was going to say hot but since I was on a date, I figured it was a little inappropriate. “He has an amazing voice,” I decided.

Damon had a secret smile. Okay, so sometimes I was a bad liar. But he didn’t say anything about me thinking the lead singer to a band was hot. “There’re performing at the nightclub.”

“You’re kidding?!” This time I did squeal. I could have totally hug Damon right then. “That’s amazing!!!! When do we get there?”

“Actually,” Damon made a right turn. “We’re here.” He parked in front of a building that had several neon lights outside of it.

“Wow,” I unbuckled my seatbelt. Before I could touch the handle, Damon was outside and holding the door open for me.

“I’m still a gentleman about a few things, you know,” he said after reading my shocked expression.

“Hmm,” was all I managed out.

We walked toward the building in silence. I could feel the vibrations of the music pounding away inside on the ground. When we went inside, Forsaken Soul was jamming on a guitar solo and I started shaking like a kid on Christmas day.

“Damon, oh my God!” I screamed above the music.

He chuckled. “Yeah, I figured you’d be like this.”

I turned to him, my eyes sparkling with excitement. “How did you know?”

He raised a brow. “What am I knowing?”

“How did you know this was my favorite band?”

“It isn’t.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you’re favorite band is Seether.”

“How’d you—“

“And you’re also a hardcore Bowie fan.”

I blinked. “Wait a minute…..did you see my T-shirt?”

Damon laughed. He had an amazing laugh when he wasn’t pulling on a show. “Oh, God, there’s a shirt?” He laughed again. “I’m not stupid, Liv. I asked Juliet.”

My mouth dropped. “You. Asked. Juliet. For date. Advise?”

“Not date advise! Whether or not you liked Forsaken Soul.

I smiled and kissed his cheek. “Well, I love it!”

He smirked. “I can tell.”

It wasn’t entirely fair, actually. He was totally taking advantage of my enthusiasm for being at a Forsaken Soul concert. Right then, though, I really could care less.

I smiled brightly at the lead singer and electric guitarist, Jackson Wilder. His hair—normally the same, shaggy style but always a quantity of colors—was jet black and in his crystal blue eyes. The entire band was gorgeous, but none compared to Jackson Wilder. Wow, I’m a bad dater. I’m scamming on another guy on my first date. Sorry, Damon. But I had had eyes for Jackson for a while now.

I laughed and gave Damon an apologetic smile. He rolled his eyes and led me toward the bar. “What do you want to drink?”

I remembered the last time I had a drink—it had gotten me here, on a date with Damon, the very person I hated the most. What would happen this time, I wondered? But, then again, I had had a lot of drinks….But then there was the embarrassment of a fruity girl drink. Martini, margarita, apple martini…Or maybe I should stay legal today…Ugh, I hate dates!

I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. “Screw driver.”

Damon smirked and turned to the bartender. “A screw driver for the lady and a scotch.”

I looked over my shoulder to see a guy staring at me.

The bartender went over to the man, talked for a split second, then came back with our drinks.

Damon handed me my drink. “At one point we’re taking a shot.”

“Agreed,” I said, clicking my class to him. I took a good sip of my drink. Hmm….tasted different than the last time I’d had one—of course, I’m only seventeen, but I have a lot of experience with alcohol, not that I’m proud of that.

Damon laughed just before expertly taking a good swig of his scotch. Dog blast him.

“You know, I never really understood that expression….” I said.

Damon cocked his head. “What expression?”

I gulped down more of my drink. Wow, it was a little more tequila than orange juice.. “Dog blast it.” I hiccupped.

“Funny you mention that, I was just thinking the same thing….” Damon said thoughtfully.

I giggled, already feeling ditzy. “Really?”

He gave me a sly grin. I laughed.

The background noise—Forsaken Soul playing, people laughing, glasses clicking, shoes tapping—began fading into a quiet echo after my fourth shot of tequila.

“Oh!” I exclaimed. “I *hiccup* heart this *hiccup* song!” Damon gave me a confused look as I finished the rest of my drink. Wow, what a buzz!

The guy who’d been staring at me was suddenly at my side, taking no notice of Damon, who was glaring at him suspiciously. “Hey, babe, what’s your name?”

I hiccupped. “Rachel.”

The guy nodded. “You look like a Rachel. Another drink for the lady,” he said to the bartender.

“Oh, no, I don’t *hiccup* think I should….”

The guy handed me the drink. “No, no, I insist.”

I smiled brightly. “Well….” I finished almost the entire thing.

Damon snatched the glass from my hand unexpectedly. “Hey!” I whined. He sniffed the cup, glared at it. He stood and walked over to the guy next to me. “You son of a bitch!”

“Hey, man, I—“

“You spiked her drink!” Damon yelled, throwing the glass on the floor.

I stared at the broken glass. Spiked my drink? But why….? I felt my head and groaned.

The guy next to my smirked. “You’re out of your mind—“

“No, you’re out of your mind, you little shit! Do you have any—“

“Damon,” I jumped out of my seat and grabbed his arm. “C’mon, he’s not worth it.” I giggled. Why did I giggle? But it was so funny! Damon’s face, him protective of me…

He rolled his eyes. “I’m getting you out of here.”

“See you, babe,” the guy said.

“Oh, shut. Up!” Damon said before punching the guy’s jaw. The guy lay unconscious on the floor. I started laughing. Damon picked me up and brought me outside, his grip on me tight.

Oh, but we were away from the music. Or did they just change the song?

“Play another song!” I yelled. I looked at Damon like a sad puppy dog. “Why did they stop?”

“Because we’re outside, babe,” he said, the corners of his mouth up in a smile.

I poked his cheek. “You’re laughing at—“ I let out a very unladylike belch. “—me.”

He shook his head. “I’m not laughing at you.”

I felt myself being handled inside a car. “Why did they decide to call the color blue blue? Why not purple for blue?” I asked Damon after he got in the driver’s seat.

“Because then it’d be purple, not blue,” he sat, backing up.

“Ohhhhh….”

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“Damon,” I groaned.

He was carrying me up my front porch steps, with no effort at all. “Yeah?”

“I gotta—“ before I could finish, I puked. If that wasn’t bad enough, I puked all over Damon’s shirt. “I’m so—“ I turned my head when I puked this time.

Damon set me down gently, moving the hair out of my face. “I should have murdered that guy.”

“I didn’t want you to,” I said hoarsely.

Damon’s jaw clenched. “I wouldn’t have listened to you.”

I leaned against the wall. “I guess I’m not listen-able, am I?”

“No, you’re listen-able, I’m just…..I was too mad to listen,” he said with an anger I had never heard from him. Not since I mentioned Elena and him being together.

Well, at least I was safe from him kissing me. I got up, with Damon’s help, and started unlocking the front door. “Well, sorry for the crappy date.”

“I was the one who brought you there, don’t worry about it.”

Gosh, he was sweet right now. I opened the door. “C’mon in, I’ll find a shirt you can use.”

Damon smirked, glancing at his soiled T-shit. “I could use that,” he chuckled, stepping inside.

“I’ll be just a minute,” I said, leaving Damon in the hallway while I walked to my mom’s room. Dad probably had left a shirt—he had left a lot of other things, after all. Namely, me. Ugh. No pity parties now, not while Damon was just down the hall. I searched through the drawers and found a plain white T-shirt that looked about Damon’s size. Dad was a slim-fit guy, after all. The playboy model he left us for thought so, anyway.

Before I gave him the shirt, though, I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth with mouth water and changed into ash rose sweatpants and a plain gray T-shirt.

“Here,” I said, tossing the shirt to Damon. “My mom’s on a parent-principle conference so she won’t even notice the shirt missing.”

Damon examined the shirt. “This is your mom’s shirt?”

“No, of course not.”

He nodded, leaving it at that. He shrugged off his leather jacket.

“Here,” I reached for the jacket and he handed it to me gingerly. How in the world was I going to clean this thing? When I looked back up, Damon had taken his dirty shirt off. Wow, he had a great chest….I couldn’t stop staring….

He smirked. “Like what you see?”

I looked away, blushing. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I get that a lot.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at this. “Any idea of how I can clean this thing?” I held up his jacket.

He shrugged, putting the white T-shirt on. Damn, if he’d just waited…What am I thinking?! “I’ve never had to clean vomit on a leather jacket before.”

“And you’d thought you’d seen it all,” I laughed, walking into the laundry room. “Well,” I sighed. “I’ll worry about it in the morning. Right now my head is spinning.”

“Come sit down,” Damon said. “You watch movies, right?”

I nodded, setting the leather jacket on the washing machine.

“What do you feel like watching, then?”

“You watch movies?” I said, sitting on the couch.

He stared at me like I was from outer space. “Yeah….”

I smiled. “Put on Johnny Dangerously.”

He nodded. “Good movie. Michael Keaton is a great fargin gangster in that.”

I laughed softly. “I love Moroni, he is awesome.”

Damon put in the movie and sat next to me. “I haven’t seen this movie since it was in theaters.”

I laughed. “In 1984? Really, Damon. You’re funny, but you’re full of bullshtine.”

Damon gave me a sly grin. “Just a joke, ‘k? Don’t get all technical on me.”

For the next few minutes we quoted Johnny Dangerously, but eventually, I dozed off, my head resting on Damon’s shoulder. I don’t know how long I was asleep for, but when I woke up, my mother had just walked in.

“What the hell is this?” she yelled.

I picked my head up. My head was still spinning. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hi. Now what is he doing here and just what were you doing?”

“Relax, Mom, we were watching a movie and I fell asleep.”

“It’s almost eleven o’clock. You need to go home, now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Damon said, getting up slowly.

I got up, too, following him on the porch. “Hey, despite the whole spiking of my drink, it was fun tonight.”

“Uh-huh. The last part was,” Damon said.

I shifted my feet. “See you tomorrow, I guess….”

Damon leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Tomorrow.”

I sighed, leaning against the wall, watching him drive away. Tomorrow….
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Wow, kinda choppy at the end, sorry