Maybe It's Alright Here.

Claws Out.

Where the fuck am I?

Confused, I look around, taking in Damiens living room once again. Oh shit. I fell asleep. As the post-nap grogginess goes away, I sit up from my napping position, untangling myself from Damiens arms. Weird. I swear I had my phone in my pocket. Where is it?

Not wanting to disturb a still-sleeping Damien, I gently reach around, looking for my phone. As I start to look under the couch, I hear it vibrate. WHere are you, you sneaky fucker. Listening again, it vibrates once more, tipping me off on where it's hidden. Sitting down peacefully on Damiens legs, Zelda sits on my phone.

"Zeldaaaa, could you move for a second?" Zelda hears her name and perks up one ear. "Cmon girl, just move for one second." Zelda is not disturbed by my pleas and instead, burrows down further, hiding my phone in her fur. Wow. Real cool, asshole. With no other choice, I try to calmly pick Zelda up and snatch the phone.

That plan failed horribly. As soon as I pick her up, I hear the loudest screech erupt from Damiens mouth, as he darts up. As I had picked her up, she had dug her claws deep in Damiens leg, trying to hold on. "Shit Dames, I'm so sorry, I was just trying to get my phone and-" As I apologize, Zelda leaps from my arms and runs and hides. At this point, Damien is fully awake and confused. "Hold on Y/N, slow down."

After slowing down and repeating the story, Damien's confusion is cleared leaving only one question. "Why didn't you just wake me up? I could've gotten her to move."

Well shit Y/N, there's a good idea.

"I didn't wanna wake you. You seemed so peaceful." Damiens face softens some, and chuckles. "I think I'd prefer waking up to you than some cat claws in my leg." With something as sweet as that, butterflies erupt in my stomach. I lean over and kiss him quickly. "Sorry for waking you up with cat claws." In perfect rhythm, he responds. "Since I got a kiss, I'd say we're even." As I'm distracted by him, in the corner of my eye, I see red.

"Jesus Dames, you're bleeding." His bottom right leg was turning red, as a small patch of blood bled through his jeans. Damien jumps up off the couch and runs to the bathroom. Following him, I talk through the door. "Do you need anything? Can I help?" He pauses, then answers. "Uh yeah, could you grab me some shorts? They're in the top right drawer of my dresser."

Walking down the hall, I find Damien's room and open the door.