ALL THE RIGHT MOVES *

[savannah calico munroe]

This particular Friday night, Savannah Munroe had been taking things easy. She didn't go out and smoke with her friends, she didn't even think about drinking, she didn't even think about calling anyone up for any plans at all. It wasn't that she was in a bad mood or anything. Please, this was Savannah, there was no way that she was ever in a bad mood. She was the girl that was so bubbly and so full of energy that it wasn't a rare occasion that she pissed people off because of it. The afternoon that had slowly led into this evening though had been one she wanted to spend alone. Savannah had spent most of her time in her bedroom and her closet. The second part of that may have not sounded normal, but if you knew her, then you would understand completely. Savannah had taken the time to transform the medium sized closet that she had into a dark room. Well, at least the best version of a dark room that she could manage. It wasn't a place that she would be able to bring someone in there to show them exactly what she did all the time in there or anything. Well, she could, but neither person would really have their personal space. All of that aside, Savannah spent most of her time in there developing pictures that she took. Either that or she would spent most of her time editing her pictures on her laptop. It was around seven o'clock when Savannah finally got out of there, proving just how many photographs this girl took and how many she left undeveloped. She had spoken to two people twice in that span of time. Her father had come over to her room to ask her if she wanted some dinner, which she kindly said she would pass that evening, but thanked him anyway. The second person? Damon Hazard. Who had just popped in to see if she needed anything. The guy being the gentleman that he was, it was anything but surprising.

Damon had been living with Savannah and her father for quite some time now. The two of them had been childhood friends and had gotten along for as long as she could remember, not to mention the fact that Savannah's parents and his own had been incredible friends. When Damon's parents had passed away, he had come to live with Savannah and her father, his godfather. Things had been changing between the two of them, though. Scratch that, Savannah's feelings toward him had been changing. How in the heck was she supposed to know what was running around in his mind? It's not like she didn't have her guesses, though. The last thing that she believed was that he had any sort of feelings for her. It seemed so typical for someone to try and deny anything or what was in front of them, but Savannah just couldn't help it. He was too good for her. She wasn't being modest either; he actually was. She actually felt bad that he had to live in a house with herself and her father. Not that she didn't love her pops or anything, but they didn't exactly live in any sort of mansion. They just lived in a somewhat small, old house that her father was constantly struggling to pay the bills for. She didn't come from a wealthy background, she didn't have the most expensive things in the world and she didn't run around every night finding ways to spend her money worthlessly. So, no, you didn't find Savannah out at the movies or out to dinner constantly. Sure, her could on occasion, but definitely not every weekend like many of her friends. The more time she spent around him, the greater that her feelings toward him grew, but the more she tried to push them out of her. The last thing she needed was to have anything to break herself up with. She was a happy girl and she wanted it to stay that way.

It seemed to be getting darker and darker outside and Savannah's body wasn't feeling the least bit tired as it did so. Actually, she just seemed to grow more and more awake. Savannah had always been quite the night owl. She loved being awake when so many others were sleeping, despite the fact that she loved being in other peoples presence. Tonight wasn't any different though. Somewhere along the time of being alone, she had slipped into more comfortable clothes and now that she wanted to go out for a stroll, she didn't exactly feel like slipping back out of them and getting all glammed up for nobody. In a matter of moments, she was slipping on some shoes and heading right out her door. Very rarely did she do this, but Savannah didn't pick up her camera unlike every other time she would head out the door. She didn't grab her phone, her bag, nothing. Nothing but her keys, that is. This girl loved being outside. So, the fact that she was planning on taking a little stroll through her favorite park at eleven something at night shouldn't have been that big of a surprise. "Hey, Pops? I'm going for a little walk." Looking up from the book that he was reading on the couch, he gave her a little nod and a smile, which she returned before heading on out the door. The cool air hit her hard, but she didn't think twice about it before walking out into it and closing the door behind her.

As Savannah walked down the familiar path to the park, a small smile was tugging at the corners of her lips. Just like always. This girl always had a grin on her face for one reason or another, or at least, she tried to have one as much as possible. It was moments like these when she was just taking in everything around her that made her so incredibly happy. It sounded so corny and strange to people, but it couldn't have been more normal to her. Her brilliant blue eyes darted around in every which direction as she continued to walk, eventually ending up on the path that was in that lovable park. Occasionally, a nice breeze would also pass on through and blow her long, brown curls around slightly. She stopped in her tracks suddenly, turning off of the path and walking onto a nice patch of beautiful green grass. Plopping down on the ground, she leaned back onto the grass and spread out her legs, those eyes now looking up at the dark, night sky. Savannah didn't care about the fact that she was all alone in a dark park and some strange person could come by and hurt her in one way or another. She didn't care at all. Why would she let fear or something that most likely wouldn't happen ruin her own little method of relaxing and having Savannah-Time? It was stupid and it wasn't under her things to do to worry about things that she didn't feel she needed to worry about. Her mind drifted off into its own little world, her eyes slowly closing, but not necessarily because she was tired.

N O T E S , ily!!
M U S I C , two and a half men.
S T A T U S , complete.
C L O T H I N G , located here.
C L O S E D F O R , sam <3
W O R D C O U NT , 1,145 without the coding.

[damon oliver hazard]

Of all the things silly Mr. Damon Hazard could be doing, he spent the day at the local museum. He'd always been a bit of a history buff, and things that were old fascinated. He loved looking through the recording's of people's tracks in history, and seeing how far they'd come. Damon also loved to see how sometimes, history repeated itself. The thought sobered him for a moment as he read up on ancient civilations. History repeating itself was all at once something that made him feel comforted and uncomfortable, mostly because of his recent losses. His grandparents had died together, in a car accident, before he was born. His parents had always talked extremely fondly of them, and it made him slightly sad to know that he would never have the luxury of knowing them himself. But he at least had another set of grandparents... at least, until he was eight years old. Then his other grandparents died - in a car accident, a week to the day before his other grandparents. As much as Damon loved history and believed in things happening for a reason, he couldn't quite understand that. But once again, he had moved past it - he'd had his parents, after all, and with them there, he'd be fine. But then, of course, his parents had died - in a car accident. Damon was only left to wonder who was next, which made him slightly paranoid, and that was the last thing Damon was.

Normally, Damon was very level-headed and had both feet firmly on the ground. But with this, it threw him for a loop, especially because his life had changed so drastically because of it. He had no idea how he should act, or how he should go about things in his life anymore. He was a very modest and humble guy - he came from wealth, and now that he was in a situation which deemed him less than such, it still didn’t bother him much. He appreciated their situation - he knew they worked hard to make ends meet, and he respected them for that. Them being the Munroe family. After his parents had died, he’d been sent to live with Mr. Munroe and his daughter, Savannah. Damon had known the family his entire life. He’d spend summers with them growing up, or they’d spend summers with them up in Texas. He was happy at least that he could live with someone that was so familiar to him, and for that he thanked God when he prayed every night. Especially, for the ray of sunshine that lived in the house with him. Savannah Munroe had been instrumental in his recovery from the loss of his parents. Her constant bright attitude made it hard for him not to see the beauty in little things like she did. Sure, he was still sad - he missed his parents dearly and he didn’t think he’d ever stop - but things weren’t so hard when he had someone like Sav so close, to make him smile when he felt like crying.

His mind was on her most of the day, even when he was trying to focus on what the guide would say to the groups that would stop by the same exhibits that Damon was visiting. After a while, he finally decided to leave and go home around two o’clock. The day was fairly warm, surprising for a winter day, and soon he had unbuttoned his plaid shirt, revealing the white t-shirt underneath, wishing the light breeze would just pass through him to cool him off. His cowboy boots clicked and clacked on the cement as he made the trek back to Central Briggs. Once his new home came into sight, he picked up his pace, digging the key they had given him out of his pocket, and opening the door and stepping inside. It was cool, and it refreshed him instantly. Running a hand through his blond locks, he glanced around. Mr. Munroe was no where to be found at the moment, and he guessed that Savannah was probably in her room. Wondering if she needed anything, Damon walked that direction, opening her door and peeking his head inside, asking softly, ”Hey, Sav, do you need anything, darlin’?” He questioned, lapsing into the cute and comfortable nickname he only used with her. She shook her head and told him she was fine, so he nodded his head with a smile, and backed out, going into his own room and falling onto the bed with ease. He grabbed his acoustic guitar from the stand beside his bed, lifting it onto his lap and strumming away randomly, every so often glancing at a picture of his parents on his bedside drawer. He didn’t know what was wrong with him today. He couldn’t get them out of his mind.

Being so lost in thought, Damon didn’t even realize that it had turned dark around him. He hadn’t realized that eventually, he’d stopped picking at chords on his guitar. Finally, his brow furrowed, and he looked around. It was late, he realized, as he set his guitar back on the stand and reached down to flip on the light on his bedside table. He stood, going out and back to Savannah’s room. He wanted her company. After peeking his head inside, and realizing she wasn’t there, he went out into the living room to ask Mr. Munroe if he knew where she was. The man told her that she said she was going for a walk, and would appreciate it if Damon checked on her because it was so late. Damon nodded, grabbing his jacket and walking outside. Even though he’d only been in town for a few months, he already knew how to travel around the city - he’d always had an amazing sense of direction, and this was no exception. Soon, he was in the park, and his blue eyes glanced around for Savannah, searching for her beautiful face. Finally, he caught sight of her, sprawled out on the grass, and a soft smile lit his face, ”Is it looking pretty tonight?” He asked gently, referring to the sheet of stars above them as he sat down next to her, looking down at her with that characteristically gentle smile on her features. Everything about him was gentle, polite, and kind, that was probably why he sat carefully at least twelve inches from her. Every lady needed her personal space and respect - that’s just what he’d always been taught.

N O T E S , ilymore! They’re precious <3
M U S I C , broken doll, paloma faith
S T A T U S , complete.
C L O T H I N G , just imagine lucas till in the Hannah Montana movie minus the cowboy hat c;
W O R D C O U NT , 1,000 something without the coding.

[savannah calico munroe]

Savannah had always gotten along incredibly well with her father. Actually, some people might have even found it a little strange for her to get along so well with him. But, she just did. He wasn't the usual kind of father that was always all up in your business and just flat out annoying. He stepped in and wanted to know how things were going for her, but if she didn't want to talk about something, he didn't force it and she liked that about him. It just made her want to open up to him even more. When her mother was alive, he hadn't been around much. The violin seemed to have been his absolute best friend and even as a young girl, Savannah realized that that was his passion and she never once thought that he was constantly out of the house and in other areas because he didn't love his family or anything of the sort. But, after the death of her mother and his face being seen around the house constantly, Savannah wouldn't lie and say that she didn't like it. She only wished that she could have seen her father and her mother together more before she passed. Savannah and her father had grown close, but what killed her, was that her father seemed to have given up what he loved to do because of her. He was so busy trying to take care of her and making sure that she was healthy and alive that he couldn't tour like he used to. Granted, he still played the violin frequently at home and Savannah had always loved listening to him play, but she knew that it wasn't the same for him. He had fans out there that had taken the time to go out and see him play. They had paid to hear him perform and she was taking that all away from him.

There were few things that really dampened Savannah's overall high mood and that was one of them. She rarely worried about problems that happened with her; there were more important things. If her family and friends were great, she was great. But, when they weren't, well, she wasn't. So when Damon had lost his parents, she had been broken for him. It the most upsetting thing in the world when such good people like Damon had to deal with situations like these. None of it seemed fair to Savannah. She had been doing her best to try and make him feel comfortable in the home that was now gladly his as well, but she never felt like she would be able to do that completely. He had come from wealth and what Savannah came from anything but that. It wasn't that she minded or anything. She was perfectly happy with how her life was and she actually felt incredibly blessed to have the father she had and a roof over her head. Even though she didn't show it, things were beginning to change. For the first time, she found herself wanting to actually impress someone and how could she when a guy who had come from something so much bigger came strolling into her home and got a front row seat at the struggle her family experienced? He was a total sweetheart and that's what she thought about more than anything else. Savannah wasn't sure that she had ever met someone as kind and humble as Damon. A guy like him just didn't come around often, which was exactly she found herself drowning in her emotions and falling harder and harder for him.

Savannah would spent a countless amount of time trying to push it all out of her system. She tried to distract herself by going for more random walks than she usually did, focusing on her photography, spending time with her guitar and doing her schoolwork. But, no matter how many hours she spent to herself and doing her own thing, at the end of the day, there was just no avoiding any of it. It was impossible to avoid him around the house and as much as she wanted to avoid the feelings she was starting to feel for him, she didn't want to avoid him. She loved his company. A lot. But, every time she was in it, it wasn't helping her situation in the least. Spending this kind of time with herself, her eyes looking up at the sky, her mind completely free to roam... It wasn't helping either. Pretty soon, she would just have to completely give up. Eyes closing softly, she wasn't sure how much time passed when she suddenly heard that familiar voice. Her body jumped ever so slightly from being surprised to hear him, but the sudden surprise of not being alone disappeared quickly as her eyes opened and she saw that famous smile being shot in her direction.

Pulling her body up, Savannah let the palms of her hands rest in the grass, leaning back on them as her eyes went from him back over to the sky as he asked his question. "Still waiting for the day it doesn't look pretty." Savannah responded with a smile as her head turned back over to him. It hadn't slipped past her the distance that he seemed to keep from her. None of those things that he did went by unnoticed by Savannah and it was exactly what was making her want to just forget about all the feelings she had for him completely. Clearly, he didn't feel the same way. "What brings you here, D-Dawg? Wait.. Let me take a swing at it.. My pops told you to come check up on me, didn't he?" Savannah knew her father way too well. A laugh slipped through her lips as she brought a hand up to shove through her long curls. "How have you been today, handsome? ... I didn't get to see you much." A very small hint of sadness rubbed off on her last few words without her even realizing it, but she didn't tear her eyes away from him.

N O T E S , <3
M U S I C , two and a half men.
S T A T U S , complete.
C L O T H I N G , located here.
W O R D C O U NT , 1,046 without the coding.

[damon oliver hazard]

Damon had come across every type of person in his life. He was just one of those people that all types gravitated to, good or bad. He had been friends with the kleptomaniacs, the sex addicts, the brilliant geniuses, and the sluts and whores. And truthfully, he accepted each and every one. Damon realized it wasn’t his place to judge, and so he tried his hardest to refrain from it. It had never gotten him anywhere making enemies, so he figured to just try and make everyone his friend, instead. But still, there was nothing he hadn’t seen - until he had come across Savannah Munroe. She was such a bright spot, not just in his life, but in everyone elses, too. She always had a smile on her face, always had something positive to say and was just such a positive energy that Damon flocked to her without thinking. It was her beauty, her unique soul, and her kindness that just couldn’t get him to keep away. Like a fly attracted to honey, he got himself stuck and not wanting to be removed. Her flavor always left the sweetest aftertaste - and Damon couldn’t help but what more. But the boy was nothing if not a gentleman, and he wasn’t going to take advantage of Savannah. Besides, it wasn’t possible that she liked him as anything more than a friend. He was simply Damon - nothing extraordinary at all. Savannah could find so much better than him, and he knew it. All he knew was that he’d have to approve of every single guy that came through, because wouldn’t stand for Sav being with anyone who didn’t treat her right, and if there was one thing that she deserved, it was that, and if he wasn’t able to give it to her himself, he would damn well make sure she got it from someone else.

But Damon couldn’t help but fall faster and faster for Savannah every day. He was surrounded by gorgeous girls who were his friends, but not a one of them made him feel even a fraction of what Sav made him feel with her just being in the same room as him. He was so aware of her presence,it was insane. All she had to do was walk into a room, and he’d just feel her there. He’d look around, and there she would be, with her gorgeous long hair and brilliant blue eyes. Damon tried his best to keep his mind off her when they weren’t together. He’d do things to purposefully draw his mind away from her, like read a book or play with his guitar. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get the gorgeous girl out of his mind. He began to realize it was inevitable, and he just stopped trying. But that didn’t mean he was going to do anything about it. Damon wouldn’t invade her space or do anything she didn’t want him doing. It just wasn’t proper that way, and Damon was nothing if not proper. His mother had drilled the Southern concept of manners into his head from birth, and how to treat a lady proper was at the top of that list. While it sometimes made him seem a little stiff, it often times made him more desirable, though he didn’t understand why. What he didn’t realize was the fact that some girls happened to like the fact that chivalry was not dead, not with him. He was the type of fellow to treat you to a beautiful candle lit dinner, hold all your doors open, pull out you chair for you, sit down only when you sat down. It made him cute and lovable, but what most ladies didn’t realize was that the only person he really wanted to do that for was the one person that he wasn’t allowed to do it for.

Damon was a little worried that Savannah would get herself kidnapped, but he knew that she knew how to take care of herself. It was one of the things that he liked so much about her, so he wasn’t all that worried as he walked around in the cool night air, looking for her. When he finally found her, she was even more beautiful in the moonlight than he’d ever seen her - it was positively unfair, because it only made him want to touch her even more. That was why he kept a safe distance from her, not only out of respect, but because he knew that if he got to close he wouldn’t be able to resist taking her into his arms. He smiled at her words, nodding his head in agreement and looking up at the stars as she continued speaking. He laughed softly, looking at her and saying in that deep, gently lulling voice of his, ”He might have mentioned something.” He confided, grinning. He looked back up at the stars, saying softly, ”I was good. Missed spending time with you, though.” It felt like it needed to be said, and really, it came out before Damon had a chance to think about it. He looked over at him, smiling gently, before raising a hand to brush the hair out of her face, his hand brushing her cheek gently as he pulled it back again, skin tingling.

N O T E S , this fails.
M U S I C , masterpiece theatre, pt 3, by marianas trench
S T A T U S , complete.
C L O T H I N G , just imagine lucas till in the Hannah Montana movie minus the cowboy hat c;
W O R D C O U NT , 892 something without the coding.

[savannah calico munroe]

Savannah had always been perfectly content being single. Unlike so many other girls, she was perfectly fine with just going with the flow of what she liked to do, hanging with her friends and father and not having a boy that was constantly taking over her mind every night and day. It wasn't that boys didn't catch her eye around Briggs County, because they did. Not many, but a select few. It had never been enough to get her falling completely head over heals or for it to actually hurt to think about never being able kiss him or be with him. That wasn't so much the case anymore. Maybe it was because she had never met a guy like Damon before that it seemed to change everything so dramatically. Savannah had never in her life met a guy as sweet, as gentle and as charming as him. Whenever he walked into her room just to see how she was doing or if she needed anything, you could tell that he actually genuinely cared about the answer and wasn't just wandering in there to seem nice. Anyone could see that he actually was a good guy. That every characteristic about him was pure and true and that... Well, that just drove Savannah completely mental. In the greatest way possible, that is. She loved that about him. But, then again, she seemed to not be able to find something she didn't love about him. The more days she spent with him, the more she started to wonder how in the world she had gotten through her life by only seeing him those summers that she went to Texas or he came over to see her. Now that he had come and was staying wit her, she didn't ever want him to leave.

In the process of looking back over at Damon after looking at the sky, her eyes scanned what she was wearing at that moment and she wanted to punch herself in the face. He had seen her like this before, but if she had known that he would have come to the park to find her and they would be in the situation they were in then, she most likely would have bothered to put some jeans on at the very least. That right there was something Savannah never thought about. Or, she never used to think about. Now, it was just something that would barge in her head occasionally whenever Damon came around. This guy was doing so many things to her and he didn't even realize it. She shook her head slowly, a grin on her lips when she realized that she had been correct. "Well.. I'm sorry he took you away from whatever it is that you were doing. He should be used to me just wandering off like this by now." It was true. Savannah was always going for these random walks and disappearing from the house for long periods of time at any time of the day. She had been doing it for as long as she could remember. She couldn't blame her father for worrying occasionally, though. Wandering around in the middle of the night didn't sound like the safest thing, even if Savannah truly didn't really care. Head turning back up toward the sky, she took in his words with a smile. By the time that Savannah had directed her head back over to him, she felt his hand move a few strands of her hair before gingerly brushing across her cheek. Her smile grew in the process and it couldn't have been more clear. "Right back at you." She spoke, her voice plenty softer than it had been since the last time she spoke, but it had been completely unintentional.

That little gesture alone that Damon had made was going to be lingering in her mind for God only knew how long. Something like that was going to just shoot around in her head when he didn't even mean anything by it. Or, at least, that's how Savannah saw it. "It's good for you, though. Spending time away from me, I mean." She paused for a moment before continuing in a jokingly manner, "It's only a matter of time before you're going to want to throw your guitar at me. Gentleman or not." She was calmer that night, but Damon had seen her when she was bouncing off of the walls nearly every day at one point or another. It was only a matter of time before she began to drive him crazy.. If she hadn't already in one way or another. Suddenly, Savannah's voice got more serious, a tone nobody ever heard frequently from her. But, it was a good way of proving that she meant what she was about to say. "Taking away all of the things that got you here.. I'm glad you actually are here." In the process of speaking, one of her hands had managed to find her way over to his. Her soft skin going over his own rougher one. "It's really great to have you so close." After she gave his hand a comforting and gentle squeeze, her mind snapped back into place and she slowly took her hand back. "You're an idiot." She told herself mentally as she did so.

N O T E S , no, sam. THIS is a fail.
M U S I C , mom cutting up celery.
S T A T U S , complete.
C L O T H I N G , located here.
W O R D C O U NT , 909 without the coding.

[damon oliver hazard]

If there was one thing that Damon could ever fully say for himself, it was the fact that he’d never actually had a real girlfriend. As lame and as stupid as that sounded, he’d just never found the right moment for it. Sure, there had been girls that had caught his eye in Texas, a few girls that he’d catch his mind slipping about, wondering what it would be like to hold them and kiss them, maybe even make love to them. You see, Damon typically stayed away from females because of a past experience that he’d rather forget. When he was fifteen, his eldest brother (who no one know the whereabouts of now), took him out to his first part. He’d gotten smashed, and some woman had taken his virginity while he had been drunk. After that, he’d stayed away from the opposite sex romantically - sure he’d still love to be friends with them, but that had scarred him in some way, and on some level, made him wary of the opposite sex. That was what always kept him from entering into relationships growing up. He’d just remember that one time, and then it seemed like all those feelings he had towards them were gone as he remembered what was best for him. His parents had never known about what happened, but they suspected - he knew that for sure, when his father would ask him why he never had girlfriends. I just never have the time, Damon would always so innocently tell them, not wanting to divulge anymore.

But with Savannah, things changed. It startled him, because instead of feeling wary of his feelings towards her, they were so right and so natural that he couldn’t even say no or shut them out. And trust me, he had tried already to shut them out, several times since he’d been there. There was no way he could get close to her, he’d tell himself, save for as just a friend. They would be best like that - best friends ,always there for each other. That type of thing. But things had changed when he realized he couldn’t shut that beautiful smile out of his mind, he couldn’t stop wanting to see her or spend time with her. She was everywhere, everything, and he couldn’t run away from her and that ended up scaring him more than any other girl ever had. Moments like this, when they were soft and quiet together, he felt like every defense he tried to build up against the beautiful brunette beside him had been stripped bare with a single look. His heart beating fast after he withdrew his hand from her soft skin, he looked out over the beautiful park, beautiful in the moonlight, trying to clear his head from this haze it was in. He didn’t understand why this was such an internal struggle, why there was just something about Savannah that made it absolutely impossible for him to hide anymore. He wasn’t sure what it was, but while it scared him on so many levels, at the same time it left him relieved. Damon hadn’t thought anyone would be able to reach him this way, especially not after his parents had died.

When his parents died, he hadn’t thought anything would ever be the same again. Honestly, he based his expectations for a relationship that he wanted to have someday off of their example. They had treated each other with such tenderness, such love and care. His father went well out his way to do things for Damon’s mother that made her happy and made her smile, or did things simply romantic and touching just because he felt like it and because it felt right to him. Her mother did everything she could, in return, to make sure his father knew he was loved and appreciated, without going overboard and becoming some crazy housewife. There was just the right amount of give and take in the relationship Damon’s parents had had with each other, and that was everything Damon aspired to have in a relationship with that special girl. Lately, he’d been thinking that special girl was the one and only Savannah Munroe - but he still tried his hardest to shut his feelings out because he was becoming something he never thought he would - a coward.

Damon looked over at Savannah, laughing, ”Yeah, well, he didn’t interrupt me. I was looking for you, and he told me this was where you would be. Then he might have mentioned something about checking on you. I can’t quite remember.” He grinned again, looking away. ”You really should be more careful though, darlin’. I don’t think your father, or myself for that matter, would take too well to you getting hurt by going out so late at night.” His tone was gently reprimanding, a hint of worry that he had been hiding thus far tinging his voice. He would never forgive himself if Savannah got hurt in any way ; she may not know it, but Damon had sort of appointed himself as her protector, and he was planning on sticking to that job. When she spoke of him getting tired of her, he couldn’t help but laugh, ”Don’t hold your breath, Sav. I’m not going to be getting tired of you any time soon. Anytime ever, actually.” He smiled gently, then turned to look up at the sky once more. It was then that Damon heard her tone of voice change, becoming serious, and he looked over. That wasn’t something he heard with her very often, so it tipped him off to listen especially closely. His words caused his heart to flutter a little, and when her hand softly gripped his, his breath caught in his throat. Her soft, small hand in his own, larger rougher one. A touch that was so simple yet somehow felt so intimate. Damon swallowed, unable to bring himself to take his hand from hers. Not when it felt so right, not when it through all of his defenses to the wind. His soft blue eyes found hers, a gentle smile on his face, ”I’m glad to be here, too, with you. I’m always glad to be with you.” He confided, his tone gentle and his accent caressing each word, making the simple sentence somehow seem even more intimate.

N O T E S , cuties.
M U S I C , tv.
S T A T U S , complete.
W O R D C O U NT , 1063 something without the coding.

[savannah calico munroe]

When Savannah was growing up, her family life seemed to be all over the place at times. For quite a majority of her life, she got to see her parents together around her constantly. They were totally in love and that much of it all was one hundred and ten percent obvious. They were always there to listen to what she had to say as a child; always asked her how her day had gone at school, what she had done, always played with her, laughed with her. They were the greatest parents in the entire world. At least, Savannah thought so. But, when her father started disappearing for months at a time, it started to feel like she was away from him for years. Even though she was somewhat young at the time, she could still remember that emptiness that she felt at home now. Savannah loved her mother, of course she did, but it just wasn't the same anymore without her father around. She buried herself in her photography, mediocre back then and spent most of her time teaching herself guitar and building off of what her father had already taught her. It was frustrating to have him gone for so long, even though she understood that he was trying to live his dream and do what he had always wanted to do: play for other people. Savannah had always adored listening to her father play the violin and she was aware that there would be many more people who did as well. So, every day she would tell herself that he would come home soon. But, every day, that time she was waiting for just seemed to be getting further away. It took her mother passing away suddenly for him to come back home and now, well, now Savannah felt like shit about it.

It may have seemed like such a typical thing for somebody to do, but Savannah couldn't help it. Once her mother had passed away and her father came up to do his job as a father and take care of Savannah, she couldn't help but feel like she was the one to blame. If it hadn't been for Savannah, he wouldn't have felt the need to bring his entire dream to a halt. If he hadn't had a daughter that he had to take care of, maybe he would actually be able to be fulfilling everything that he ever dreamed about and doing something with himself. Instead he was no only mourning the death of his wife, he was mourning the fact that he wouldn't be able to go back out on the road again. Savannah wanted more than anything for her father to be happy. It was how she worked: if her family and friends weren't happy, than she wasn't happy and as much as her father tried to convince her that he was perfectly happy being at home with her and watching her grow, she knew it was all bullshit. All these years later, she still felt that way. The seventeen year old had tried countless times to talk to her father about it, but every time she got close, she lost the nerve. Savannah had yet to talk about how shitty it made her feel to know that she was holding him back. She had never uttered a word of a complaint about any of it, but if the topic of her father and his work ever came up, you would most likely be able to grasp how uncomfortable it made her feel. She just couldn't seem to help it.

While some things did get to Savannah, the list was very minimal. She just didn't understand why some people spent their lives moping around and complaining. It wasn't who she was and she loved that about herself. She wanted to be able to enjoy every moment that she had, because in her few, every breath she got to breathe was a gift. Who was she to take it for granted? Maybe that was why she was such a breath of fresh air. Savannah didn't try to start up unnecessary drama and whenever unnecessary drama came in her direction, she was the first person to turn her back to it. That was why she didn't want to try anything with Damon. If he wanted anything from her, then he would show it in one way or another. So, either he wasn't showing anything or Savannah was being completely oblivious and she certainly didn't think it was the latter. "That damn man. He knows me too well." She replied as Damon said her father mentioned that she would probably be at the park. Smiling up at the sky, she couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully and shake her head. "I just hate being all cooped up in that house." She shrugged slightly, though her words were ironic. Truth of the matter was, Savannah was rarely ever even in the house in the first place. She loved being outdoors, even if it was just her being out in the backyard. The last thing the girl wanted to do was have anyone be worried about her, but she just couldn't resist. Her eyes looked over at him, eyebrows raised. "Sure, sure.. And you expect me to believe this?" A round of her laughter filled the air from her at him saying he wouldn't be getting tired of her ever. "I'm willing to place bets on that one."

Savannah couldn't say that she had really thought twice about her actions before bringing her hand over to his. But, when he didn't pull away, she couldn't say that she regretted doing it. If anything, she just wished she could keep her hand gripped gently around his. A sincere smile swept her lips at his gentle tone. "Of course you are. I'm awesome." Her words were playful, but her voice hadn't lost that softness. She scootched over toward him slightly, just to be able to wrap her arms around him in somewhat of a side hug, her head resting on his shoulder sideways for a moment. Slowly and without wanting to, she slowly pulled away from him and scrambled up to her feet. Her body turned to face Damon, right hand extending out to him. "Walk with me, darlin'." A large grin crossed her features as she spoke the words, clearly amusing herself at the fact that she had just taken the word he so constantly directed her with.

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