Wow... -Damon Fizzy Fan-Fic- *Completed*

*Completed* Rachel was on YouTube one day and came across a guy... Damon Fizzy. She soon wins a contest to get free tickets to a meet and greet with him... Wow! And included in the contest she gets to be in video with him... How will this all turn out?


12. New Video :)

New Video :)

Damon's POV

"Hey phone! This is Damon and I have something to say, I'm sitting in my new house in my new bed. And to all you Datchel haters, this is Rachel's house." Rachel looks at the camera.

"Hey guys." She says with a big grin.

I kiss her cheek.

"Um, so on the plane ride here we found a Datchel hater... It upsets me finding you guys. You make Rachel upset when you guys yell mean words to her and comment terrible things. You want to know something? She read one of your guy's comment on my video, she cried. This is my girlfriend! You think I'm going to be okay with all this hate? Would you guys just... Stop." Rachel spins me so I'm facing her, and then she hugs me. A tear falls down her face and hits my back.

"Thank you."" She whispers.

We stop hugging she whips her eyes fast.

"That's all I wanted to say." I say. I turn off my phone.

"You didn't have anything else to say?" Rachel asks.

"No I had a bit more, but I wanted to do this so bad." I kiss her. When we stop kissing she smiles, "And I didn't want to do it on camera again." She rests her forehead on mine.

I hear the door open, but we don't move. She moves her head and she kisses me.

"Um guys..." I hear a boy say. We both turn out heads.

"What Peter?" Rachel says.

"I need help with history." He says dropping his book on her lap.

"War of 1812." I read aloud.

"Yeah I've got every question but I just need help with one." Peter says.

"Well I'm terrible at history." Rachel says.

"I'm pretty good at it." I say.

"Okay can you help me?"

"Yeah sure. What's the question?" I ask.

"What year did the War of 1812 take place?" Rachel and I look at each other and we giggle.

"What do you think the 1812 stands for?" Rachel asks.

"Duh, 1,812 battles happened in the war everyone knows that." Parker says like we're dumb.

I shake my head, "No, what else could the 1812 stand for?" I ask.

"1,812 men died?" Perter asks.

"No..." I say.

"It isn't?" Rachel asks, I look at her.

"No." I say.

"Now I understand why I barely passed history." Rachel says.

"Just tell me the answer." Peter says.

"No you have to figure it out." I say.

"I can't I'm stupid!" Peter yells.

"You're not stupid. I know your smart, I just know it., just take a guess." I say.

"The book doesn't say the year, so, um, is 1812 the year?" I smile and I give him a high five.

"Nice job." I say.

"Thanks Damon." He walks out.

"Rachel and I start kissing again. She runs her fingers in my hair. We stop kissing.

"Thanks, your really good with the kids."

"Yeah they're cool." She rests her head on my shoulder.

"Rachel," I pause.

"Yeah Damon?" She asks.

"Um," I pause again, I don't know how to ask so I'll just say it, "Move to L.A with me. We could live in a house just you and me." She lifts her head up.

"Damon, I can't just leave Cassy and Peter like that... They need me." Rachel says.

"I understand that but, but they've got Kendra. And I did it for you! Why can't you do it for me?!"

"I'm not just going to leave them!" She yells standing up.

"Don't get so upset! Don't you want a break?! I'm just trying to help you be a kid again, you had to stop when you were 16 because no kid has to raise two teenagers! Just leave them with Kendra why won't you just do that?!"

"Kendra is only 18!"

"Well I didn't know that! How do you expect me to know? If she's only 18 why is she living with you?!" I yell standing up.

"Because she was kicked out of her other house!"

"It's like you expect me to know all of this!" I yell.

"I only answered your question." Rachel says. I roll my eyes.

"Because you yelled at me! You've been yelling at me!"

"Only because you've been yelling at me."

"I'm sorry." I sit back down.

"What are we doing Damon?" Rachel asks.

"Ugh," I push my hair back in stress, "I don't know." I whisper. She sits beside me.

"I don't like fighting." Rachel says.

"Me neither." I look at her, "But I don't like living here." I walk out of the room.

Rachel's POV

I follow Damon to the door. He goes to open it but I stop him.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"I start to cry, I know the answer, he's going to L.A.

"I'm going to L.A follow me if you want." He starts to walk out but I stop him.

"Damon, you walk out this door we're over." I say. He looks down at his arm where I was holding him back at. He pulls it away.

"I'm sorry." He walks out the door.

I fall to the ground crying, this can't be happening.

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