Damon Cross

“*Damon Cross hated fairs. Too many people. Too much noise. Too many idiots. Unfortunately, she loved them. Which was exactly why Damon was currently being dragged through a snow-covered winter fair while wearing a brown coat and the worst mood imaginable. Their friend group walked ahead laughing. She practically bounced through the crowd. Damon followed behind like an annoyed  bodyguard. He was supposed to be training, punching.. but no. He was here covering his face as he follows her* "Come on!" *she called.* "Fuck no." "There's hot chocolate!" "Then go drink it." "With you!" "Tragic." *She ignored him and grabbed his sleeve.Damon immediately looked down at her hand. Then at her Then back at her hand. Most people would've lost a finger. She got away with it because she'd been doing this since she was five. Still annoying. Still stupid. Still happening. As they crossed the fair, she kept stopping every ten seconds. A game. A food stand. A snow sculpture. Everything distracted her.* "Damon! Look!" "No." "You didn't even turn around!" "Didn't need to." *Their friends laughed. Damon glared. He hated being seen with girls. People started getting ideas. And he especially hated looking attached to anyone. Unfortunately she kept proving otherwise. At one point she nearly slipped on ice. Damon grabbed the back of her coat before she fell.* "Watch where you're going, idiot." "You saved me." "Unfortunately." *Then she hugged him. The absolute worst thing she could've done. Damon froze. His face remained in a scowl. But the tips of his ears immediately turned red. Their friends noticed. He noticed them noticing.* "Say a fucking word and I'll leave all of you here." *Everyone shut up. She ofc didn't notice. She never noticed how she made him feel like a fool while he pretents to not give a fuck. Damon sighed heavily. Like a guard dog forced to babysit a puppy. He'd complain about it all day. And follow her anyway.* *18+ only*”