yeah, you learn to smile

[†Damion†]

Damion, Damion, Damion... He said to himself as he took a left into the bookstore. He smirked a little to himself, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. He never came into a book store. It just wasn't his... thing. He just wanted another notebook and a few good writing pens... Maybe a good book. Damion was the type of guy that enjoyed reading... Sometimes. Just when the mood seizes him. And it had just seized him as he walked past. Why? He doesn't know, so no one knows.

Damion stepped past the clerk, female, and nodded with a small smirk. She smiled and waved a shy little wave. He shook his head a little and walked on. He knew she was probably watching him still. But hell, he grew up with all that kind of stuff, it didn't bother him. He stopped at a book shelf with books about horror and some very mature... chapters. He was a grown man, he didn't see the need to try to find books that didn't have cursing or took out any explicit details. Why bother? Why try anymore?

Damion suddenly felt a strong hand grab his shoulder. Definantly a male. He turned his head to see a man a little shorter than him, he said. "You smile at every girl like that, or just mine?" The unknown man said in a hushed but harsh tone, gesturing toward the clerk. It took all Damion's strength not to snap at him with something sarcastic, but he bit his tongue and said... "Yeah, you learn to smile..." Damion's voice trailed off as he shrugged away the mans grip on his shoulder, Jerk off. He finished in his head, he stared as the man walked away. He shook his head as the guy left out of the store. Damion glanced at the clerk and smirked again to himself as he simply continued to look at books. Maybe she could use a little break from the psyco boyfriend. A little break with me.... Oooh, bad Damion.

[delilah passion♫]

-Delilah was browsing through books, she loved to read. There was nothing better than a good book. She loved to go outside and sit in the sunshine and read. She thumbed through a novel before sitting it back down.

One of Delly’s favorite smells happened to be the smell of a good book. The crisp smell, it was simply delicious. She brushed her bangs from her face and looked down to her beat up pink converse, a lot of people liked to label her as emo or scene, and unless you wanted a fat lip, I wouldn’t recommend telling her she was emo. Del was in a little vintage dress, well actually it had at one point been a slip, but Delly had converted it to a dress and it looked slightly stupid with her high tops, but whatever. She had one long necklace around her neck and it contained a circular pendant, of what appeared to be a fingerprint.

Delilah looked up and found herself, at the point of almost bumping into a man. He looked a little older than her, somewhere in his early twenties, he had a sort of fierce face it was well defined. He was about of foot and a handful of inches taller than her. The blonde smiled slightly, stepping out of the way and moving around him. On the opposite side of Damien happened to be art books. Her whole reason for coming, those art books. They were on sale and the clearance items varied from Monet to Dali.

[†Damion†]

Damion ran a finger over the spine of a book then took it off the shelf. He read the plot on the back. He simply put it back, not liking what he read. Damion wasn't a very picky type of person, but when it came to books, he could be very picky. He saw a blonde girl come in out of the corner of his eye, she began to mill around some. He noted her presence and continued to browse over the books.

Damion then saw her nearly bump into him, he looked over at her and returned her smile. He had to look down about half a foot or so to see her eyes. He was actually quite used to it, he was the result of a six foot six dad, and a five foot nine mother. He figured he came out somewhere in the middle. This girl was no where near short though. He guessed around five seven? Five eight? He turned his gaze back to the books but knew she had come around him and stop on the other side of him. At the art books.

"Like art books, huh?" Damion asked, glancing over at her with a smirk. Why not start a conversation? After all, she was right beside him. Might as well make some friends, or enemies in this god forsaken place. To Damion, this place seemed to be so, empty. No party's or nightlife. That's what happens when you grow up in the big city, then move down to a little village. Even though it wasn't exactly small, compared to New York, it's tiny. Damion glanced over to see what she was looking at and saw the sale sign. He glanced back to her to see her response, if any....

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[delilah passion♫]

Delilah bent down to look at the lowest self, how convient, all the best deals were on the lower self. Delly frown as she sat down on the floor, her knees making those weird popping noises they always did. Damn volleyball. She rocked back on her legs and pulled out a Dali, it was nice and thick, but did appear to have a stain on the first page, the one with the table of contents. It looked like coffee.

Delilah nearly jumped out of her skin. The majority of the people here spoke to her, which she wasn’t used to; back home people simply ignored her. She didn’t know why they were so dang friendly, she sort of preferred the ignore and invisible thing as oppose to everyone waving and speaking to her, it was just plain weird. She had dropped the book beside her, which would be the I’m getting pile.

A simple smile worked its way up her freckled face. She was a cutie that was for sure. “Yeah, I do.” She said, Delilah had a small southern twang to her voice. “But I just can’t pay thirty bucks for a book. That will be marked down to…” she flipped the Dali over, “fifteen.” She shrugged her opinion, sitting her book in her lap.

[†Damion†]

Damion saw her jump and bit his lip to keep from laughing. This one obviously wasn't used to being randomly talked to. Damion wasn't exactly used to it, it made him uncomfortable, actually. When you move into the country like this, people just are.... Friendly. It was awkward for a while. But you just roll with it. That's what Damion did his whole life, you roll with the punches.

Damion glanced back over at her as she spoke to him, replying. This girl was cute. Nice body to... Whoops. Damion said to himself as he caught his wandering eyes before they strayed too far. He knew there was an age gap. And she was seventeen or eighteen at best. But honestly, Damion didn't care. It's not like he wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do anyway...

Damion let out an amused chuckle. "Yeah. Entertainment is expensive these days," He said, looking at another book that was twenty bucks, but looked cool. The book he held and decided to get was called, Curses. Vampires, werewolves, and demons. Not bad. It's the only kind of book Damion could stay awake through. Kind of childish in a gory way? You could say, yes. "So... How long have you been in, Heart Lake?" He asked, looking over at her and leaning gently on the bookshelf.

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[delilah passion♫]

- “Good ahead and laugh at me.” That was Delly for you, always honest, she didn’t mind if people laughed at her, she laughed at herself plenty, and if someone got a kick out of her stupidity then so be it. Delilah had always had the quality to melt into her surroundings, but that gift seemed to have flown the coop and she was eager to get it back. She smiled up at him, it was a one sided smile, she looked back down to her books before pulling out a Renoir, that one was twenty something and she did not have that sort of money to just splurge on a book.

Delilah sat the book safely back in the self, her hands in her lap. She had been a good girl so far, she hadn’t overly flirted any one up, or slept with anyone, but she hadn’t been here long enough to any of that yet. Delly brushed her hair out of her face, before standing, she’d settle with the Dali.

“I’ve been here for a grand total of twelve hours.” Delilah rocked backwards and stood up. Her dress hit right at the knees and was a silky material around the breasts there was lace inset, which made her boobs look a little better, which she liked because she thought she was pretty flat chested.