Amber's pov:

There were a few sounds that caused me to stir from my sleep. Barely awake, I feel a small movement from beside me, before I could sense myself being picked up by someone.

Squinting my eyes, I could make out a face above me since I was being carried bridal style, but I couldn't tell who it was before I was slowly pulled back into dreamland.

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*Loud blaring noise*

"What the-..." I mumble, opening my eyes to see my alarm clock going over.

Wait...

WHY is it going off at 10:00am?! I feel panic start to rise in my chest as I quickly sit up, grabbing my phone off my night stand.

But the panic quickly settles as I look at the date...

It's Saturday.

Surprisingly, it doesn't take long to connect the dots, becoming aware of the fact that Saturday meant volunteering at the hospital, and I probably set an alarm to make sure I get there before noon...

This time...

Just to make sure I don't end up waking up at a weird time like 2:00pm...

Again.

Looking at my phone, something soon catches my eye.

I put my phone on the charger last night? I almost always forget to put it on.

But weirdly enough, I don't remember ever putting it on-... as a matter of fact, I don't even remember going to bed! Or even coming home from...

Oh...

I feel my cheeks start to heat up as I remember the last couple moments of being at Julie's house.

More specifically, the part where I fell asleep...

On Damien's shoulder.

And if I'm not mistaken, I'm pretty sure I remember feeling someone picking me up...

Could it have been...

No it couldn't...

But who else?!

Maybe Liam-... but that thought quickly left as soon as it came. If there was one thing I knew about Liam, it was that he would never pass up the chance of witnessing a moment between Damien and I together.

Heck, I wouldn't even be surprised if he was the one who insisted Damien to carry me home.

...

HOME!

I jump up from my bed, looking around my messy, disgusting room, that I haven't cleaned in...

A while.

Crap...

What if Damien came in and this is what he saw!!!

I couldn't help but wince at the sight of my bra hanging from the door, my clothes scattered on the ground, and a few snack wrappers laying across my dresser.

Oh god...

He's going to think I am the most unorganized, disgusting person on the planet.

GREAT!

Sighing, I grab my phone and disconnect it from the charger before making my way down to the kitchen where my dad was making breakfast.

"Hi sweetie!" He says, stopping his cooking and walking over to kiss my forehead.

"Hi dad." I say back, giving him a small smile before sitting down on one of the counter chairs, watching my dad as he cooks.

I try to distract myself from thinking about last night, but of course that didn't stop my brain from continuously nagging me about all of the possibilities that could have happened.

If he did carry me, there is no way he didn't see my bra that was literally HANGING on the door.

And it's literally the bright red one with flowers on it too...

Why do I even have that one?!!

It couldn't have been just a normal nude or black one?!

It just had to be one of the ones that I own that I only bought because it was comfortable.

He's going to think I'm so weird...

And all the wrappers that were in my room?

Might as well spell my name with P. I. G. because that's probably what he's going to think of me as.

"What's bothering you sweets, you seem upset?" My dad's voice brings me out of my thoughts as I look up to see him adding more pancake mix into the pan.

"Uhm... nothing much-... just uh-..." my words are all over the place, not really helping the point that I was trying to make.

My dad lifts one eyebrow at me, confused as to where I was trying to go with my words, "Are you sure it's nothing much? Because it sounds like it."

I shake my head, "No... I mean yes!! I'm sure!"

He shakes his head, an amused smile gracing his lips, "Oh okay, I guess I just thought it could have been from Damien tucking you into bed, but what do I know?"

I feel my eyes widen as I quickly look away from him and towards the window, covering my cheeks with my hands to hide the rising blush.

"Heh-...what no!!! That thought didn't even cross me this morning actually." I laugh nervously.

"Really?" He says, trying to hide his laugh as turn my head towards him before nodding my head.

"Yeah! To be honest I don't even care. But for... certain reasons that don't relate at all to this conversation... like no relation AT ALL... tell me every little detail about what happened last night." I say the last couple of words quickly as I look up at him dead in the eye.

Not being able to hold it back any longer, he laughs, holding his stomach in the process, before wiping a few tears from his eyes.

"That worried huh?!"

"Dad!!!" I whine, before laying my head on the table in defeat as he continues to laugh for another couple seconds.

"Awww it's okay sweets, if it makes you feel better, I'll tell you." He says, patting my head.

I sit back up, watching as he flips the pancake before looking back at me.

"So..."

"So..." he teases, ruffling my hair before I swat his hand away.

"Again, it was Damien who took you home last night. I let him in, with you passed out in his arms, and he took you up into your room and tucked you in. After that, he came back down, he explained everything, we talked, had a few drinks-..."

"You gave him alcohol!!!"

"What?!! No!!! I could get fired from being a coach if I gave him alcohol... I gave him some of your juice boxes-..."

"My juice boxes!!!"

"Hey, hey!! I'll buy you more." He says, before putting the finished pancake on top of the stack of other pancakes.

He then puts the plate in front of me as I stand up to grab all of the toppings.

"What did you guys talk about?" I ask, glancing at him before reaching in the cabinet, grabbing the syrup.

He shrugs his shoulders, slicing a banana, "The usual, school, boxing, and how the rest of the boys are doing."

"Anything about, you know..." I look around the kitchen, scratching the back my neck awkwardly.

"You know..." he mimics, taking a seat at the kitchen table while eyeing me with amusement.

"About... actually, forget it." I shake my head, sitting across the table from him.

I begin to add all of the toppings onto my pancake, but it was pretty hard since I could feel my dads intense stare on me.

"What?" I ask, looking up at him.

"Did you mean to ask if he asked anything about you?"

I clear my throat, "I-... actually it wasn't!! But now that you mention it..." I signal with my hand for him to continue as he rolls his eyes.

"Somethings were said, yes-..."

"LIKE WHAT??! I-I mean," I lean back in my seat, crossing my arms over my chest while putting on an uninterested expression, "oh he did?"

My dad rolls his eyes for a second time, clearly not falling for my facade, "Just how he invited you and Liam into their friend group and that everyone was getting along and stuff."

"Oh, that's good." Although I was saying one thing, I couldn't help but slightly feel something different.

Is that bad?

Is it bad that I kinda feel disappointed at the fact that those words were all that he said about me...

I guess apart of me thought...

He would have said something more?

And I'm not talking about some type of love confession for me or anything...

You know, to my freakin FATHER.

But I at least thought he would...

You know what! I should just stop thinking about this and let it go.

It's obviously not going to get me anywhere if I get upset over nothing.

I quickly finish my pancake before getting ready for the day.

It's not going to be that interesting, just going to be like every Saturday, volunteering at the hospital and coming back to watch a few hours of Netflix.

Just forget about last night, this morning, and more specifically... Damien.

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Yeah...

That whole "just forget about it" speech was crap.

Before I became friends with Damien, you know, when he was simply a crush who I never talked to, I have to admit there were...

A lot...

Of times where he would be on my mind. No matter how hard I would try to forget about him and move on with my daily life, I couldn't help myself from daydreaming the impossible.

But that was until it actually became possible and I was able to for real have a conversation with him without stuttering or embarrassing myself.

Yay me!

Although I guess I should have been aware of the fact that now that Damien and I are friends...

He's not on my mind a lot of the time anymore, he's on my mind ALL of the time.

Can someone... please! Tell me...is this even normal??!!

Is it normal to think about someone 24/7?!

I can't be the only one...right?!

"Hey Amber, do you mind escorting Maria to her parents in the waiting room?" Hearing those words, I turn around to a nurse who's hand was held by a small girl who couldn't be older than six years old.

"Of course!" I say, before giving the small girl a soft smile.

"Are you okay with me taking you to your parents?" I ask her as she looks back at me shyly, nodding her head before letting go of the nurses hand and grabbing a hold of mine.

I lead her out of the hallway, where we were, to the elevator. Once we get in, I feel a small tug on my hand causing me to look down at her.

"Are you okay?" I ask, instantly picking up on her fearful expression.

She stays still for a second before pointing all around the elevator.

I was confused for a second until she wraps her arms around my leg, digging her face into my leg as the elevator's doors began to close.

"Are you scared of elevators?" I ask, getting a head nod in return.

I squat down so I am at her level, and without hesitation, I take her into my arms, letting her rest her head in the crook of my neck.

"It's okay, there is nothing to be afraid of. We are only going one floor down so it won't take that long." I do my my best to console her, but I could still feel her shaking slightly.

"W-what if it b-breaks?" She asks, clutching my shirt in her hands.

I rub her back, "I promise, it won't. I've used this elevator hundreds of times, and safe to say it has never broken on me."

We stay like this for a few more seconds before the sound of the elevator arriving at the next floor dings.

I let go of the girl and stand back up, holding her hand back and mine before the doors begin to open.

"Was that so bad?" I ask, as I slightly nudge her out of the elevator.

She looks up me, "n-no... I guess not, but what if-..."

"If it breaks? Well, I guess we would be in a little bit of trouble." I say, trying to laugh it off.

"We could have died." I couldn't stop myself from giving her a surprised look.

She's so young and she's already thinking about death?!

Heck! When I was her age, all I thought about was My Little Ponies.

Which is NOT something I regret by the way...

Friendship is magic? Yes please!!!

Looking back though, I've got to admit that I do feel bad for making Liam watch every... single... existing episode with me.

Oh, and then making him play with my pony dolls with me right after.

But maybe that's why our friendship is so strong today!

...

No he definitely still hates me for that, I think I'm due for an over waited apology.

"No! I wouldn't say that-... I mean sure, we could have gotten hurt-... which is NOT what you would want to think about, but..."

"Why not? My Mommy always says to be careful of anything, so I'm careful of not dying."

"I mean, your mom is right, you should be careful, but I don't think she meant it like that."

"Why not?"

"Well, I think you turned careful into fearful."

She gives me a confused look, making me realize I'm talking to a six year old.

"It means being afraid of things"

"Oh."

"What I guess I'm trying to say is, if you constantly live your life in fear, you will miss a lot of opportunities. You are so young, you shouldn't be worrying about dying."

She looks at me for a few seconds before nodding her head, "Yeah but... I still don't like elevators."

I couldn't help but chuckle at her words, "That's okay, I won't make you like elevators."

Soon, we arrive at the waiting room. I was able to instantly find her parents since they stood up once they saw their daughter with me.

While they were walking over, Maria looks up at me, "Can I tell Mommy what you told me?"

I give her a small smile, "If you want to."

She thinks for a second before smiling, "I will!!"

She runs over to her parents with a big smile on her face, catching them by surprise. She then tugs on her moms shirt, pulling her down before whispering in her ear.

She then points towards me, causing her mom to look up at me for a quick second before standing back up and walking towards me.

"Hi! I just wanted to thank you for whatever you said to my daughter, she normally has trouble talking to people so I'm honestly surprised to see her so excited."

I politely nod my head at the woman, "It's no problem, really."

She looks at me weirdly for a second, trying to find some sort of job tag, "I notice that you don't have a tag on you, do you work here?"

"No, I actually just volunteer."

"Oh. You should though, you would be good at it."

I couldn't help but smile at her words, feeling something spark in me, "Thank you."

"Mommy, I'm hungry." Maria tugs on her mom's arm, causing her to look at me apologetically.

Letting her know that it was okay, I wave goodbye to them before retreating back to the patient rooms, but not before noticing something.

"Are we getting a new nurse?" I ask a nurse who was next to me.

She nods her head, "Yes, she just transferred here actually."

Not being creepy...

But totally being creepy, I watch as she finishes filling out a paper before giving it back to the lady at the desk.

Though it wasn't until she looked up and I could finally see her face did I feel myself staring at her with confusion.

Why does she look familiar?

And why was it unsettling?