Blair had spent the whole day on a small flat land on top of the mountain with a view of the falls. She had no idea how she even managed to climb up there with her high heels on, but she desperately needed some time alone to gather her thoughts.
The were many reasons why they would never work and she knew that. She didn’t even know what she was thinking, entertaining such nonsense in her mind. She sent a quick text to Damon, asking him to meet her up there because her feet still hurt and she didn’t want to walk back just yet. She wrapped the blanket around her, feeling the chilly air blowing her hair against her face as she looked out into the view of the town.
If we were a movie
You’d be the right guy
And I’d be the best friend
You’d fall in love with
In the end we’d be laughing
Watching the sunset
Fade to black
Show the names
Play the happy song
Blair left the dance soon after her conversation with Dan. She didn’t really feel like staying anymore, plus she’d really rather hang out with Damon than watch people get drunk and dance around like idiots. She knocked on the door softly and waited for Damon to answer the door. She didn’t bothering changing into something simpler anymore. She could do that here, since most of her things were already in here anyway.
A hint of a smile
As your hand touches mine
No longer alone
I feel them entwine
So this is it
To you I belong
No more goodbyes
We knew all along
Damon was over at Blair’s that day just laying back on her bed looking at what he assumed was some sort of cabbage patch thing, “You’re right,” he said looking over at her, “my bed is much much more comfortable than yours. Yours just sucks.”
Blair laughed a little as she sat in front of the mirror, curling iron in hand. “I know. I’m seriously considering just taking one of the spare rooms you have. Even the beds there are better than mine. Not as comfortable as yours, but still.” she said, as she curled a portion of her hair. “Or, I could always just kick you out of your bed and take over it.”
Blair bounced up and down Damon’s bed while she watched him quietly. She had invited herself into his house this time, not caring if he kicked her out. “Can I ask you a question?”
Damon found himself at The Grill with Blair. He ordered the both of them drinks from the bartender before turning to face her, “So tell me,” he said leaning in towards her a little, “what did you do to get yourself exiled to a place like this.”
Blair turned to look at him, giving him a small smile. “It’s a very long story — one that I’m not too sure you would want to listen to.” she answered. “Lots of teenage drama.”
“I’m fine Buffy the vampire slayer, I’m fine,” Damon replied kind of swatting her away. “Takes a lot more than a stake happy history teacher to bring me down.” He didn’t care if the girl didn’t know about vampires or not. He planned to screw up everyone’s night.
Blair let go of the piece of wood that she was holding and eyed the guy. He did actually seem fine — physically, at least. She had no idea what he was going on about Buffy though. She was confused, and she wanted to make sure his wound wasn’t too bad but he seemed kind of pissed at her for some reason. “I really hope you’re okay.” she said, before turning to walk away from him.
Blair closed her eyes and smiled as her hips swayed along the loud music pounding across the dance floor. Dressed only in her crimson chemise with heels to kill, hair curled up and headband off… tonight was her night. She was going to let go of all her inhibitions and just enjoy herself.