Photographs (another fanfic)

DAMIAN

"Miss her, don't you?" Keith said quieter to Damian as the group toured Central Park. They'd gotten off that topic completely, but it was obvious Keith hadn't stopped thinking about his sister. Damian hadn't either.
"What do you think?" Damian muttered, "I hardly remember her now." It was depressing to think about, but he didn't remember her much any more. Aside from pictures.
"I do." Keith chuckled, "I remember the two of you together, all the time. Good friends, you were."
Damian sighed, "So I've heard. I wish I had kept contact with her."
"So do I, man, so do I." He said, running his fingers back through his hair.
They dropped the topic again, knowing it only depressed them further. It was near impossible to tell whether or not Keith was still thinking about her. Damian knew he was, especially with being in New York. Lauren was here somewhere, he wished he knew where.
Then what? he thought, if he found out where she was? He knew practically nothing about now, what could he say? It depressed him to think he and his best friend might have grown too far apart now.
He wondered if he looked depressed too? He didn't want any of the guys asking for certain they'd tease him about Lauren. That and he really didn't want to bring her back in the conversation if Keith had finally got his mind off of it. He wondered if there was a way to get away, just to think for a bit.
Luckily, the pathway they'd been walking through the park came to a fork. He glanced both ways then said as casually as possible, "I think they have soda machines over there. I'll get you guys some." He sounded like an idiot.
The guys looked confused, except Keith, who grinned.
"That's cool. Don't get lost."
"I won't."
That got him approval from them, so off he went.
He wasn't far into thinking or walking when he was distracted. A guitar melody filling the air, to know real pattern. It sounded beautiful. He wondered who was playing. Almost abandoning thought of soda machines, he looked for the source of the music.
On a bench only a few feet down from where he was, he saw her.
Her head was bent over the guitar, and although her long dirty blonde hair was pulled in a messy ponytail, most of it was spilled across her face. She was wearing a pear of torn jeans and a faded pink jacket. He couldn't see her face, even as he walked closer, but it was obvious she was concentrating on the music. He was standing in front of her now, but she never looked up. The melody sped up and slowed down and she began to sway slowly with what she played.
As it finally made what sounded like an ending Damian noticed the open case sitting by her feet, empty. He dropped 5 dollars, the money he was going to use for drinks, in.
She looked up right away, shocked. He noticed her face was tear stained, like she'd been crying while playing. The next thing he noticed was that she was absolutely gorgeous. Probably the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She looked to be about his age too.
She stared at him for a moment before looking at the case, at the money.
"Oh! No!" She blushed, leaning over to grab the 5-dollar bill. "No, no, no, no. No, I'm not- not doing this for- you don't- you shouldn't- Here!" She thrust the money back at him.
He laughed, "I'm sorry. Your just really good, I thought you'd like money for it."
Her blushed deepened but she smiled. She was ever prettier when she smiled. "Money is the last reason I play guitar."
"What's the first?"
She paused, "Escape."
"Escape?" He asked.
"From the annoyance, the loudness, the city life." She explained, still smiling.
He laughed as a loud siren echoed outside the park, "I can imagine. You live here, then?"
"Yeah." She didn't sound happy about it. "What about you... you're from Ireland aren't you? The accent."
"Yeah," He replied simply. She sighed and laid her head against the back of the bench, looking wistful.
"Oh I'd love to live in Ireland." She told him, "You're so lucky."
"It is beautiful."
"I know."
He paused, looking at her, "Have you been there?"
"Yes." She said, a sadder sigh, "I hardly remember it. I miss it."
He didn't like to see her sad, a girl that lovely, that wonderful, should never be unhappy. He sat beside her. "Maybe you can come back again someday."
"My mom won't let me."
"She won't be able to tell you what to do forever."
She smiled again at that, and his heart thudded. "Thanks..." She trailed off, waiting for a name.
"Damian." He supplied, "Damian McGinty."
"Thanks Damian." She said, her smile growing, as though just the sound of his name made her happy. Which made him happy.
"You're welcome..." He paused again, inviting her to add her own name.
She looked at him a moment, almost looking torn. He wondered if it was rude to ask her name. Or if she didn't want to give her name to a stranger. He didn't think she felt like a stranger, not to him.
After a moment she mumbled quietly, "Haley." She said it strange, like the word tasted weird on her lips, "Haley Hider."
He smiled, "Nice to meet you, Haley." He said, holding out his hand.
She shook it, grinning herself, "You too, Damian." She glanced at the watch on his arm and dropped his hand quickly. "Is it really 5:45!?"
He paused, knowing that tone meant she needed to go. He wished he could say No it wasn't. That she had all the time in the world to sit and talk to him, like he wanted her to.
"Yeah." He said at last.
She cursed, "I have to go! My mother is going to KILL me!" She laughed nervously, packing up her guitar. He helped her, laughing as well.
She smiled as he stood up to and gave him a quick, friendly hug. "It was great to meet you, Damian McGinty." She said quietly as she let go, blushing. Before he could respond she took off running, her hair flowing behind her and a guitar strapped on her back.
He looked down to see a small piece of paper on the ground. She must have dropped it, he thought, picking it up.
He turned it over, and gaped. It was a picture of him. Younger him. He couldn't have been older than 8. That didn't shock him as much as who else was in that picture. He stared at it for the longest time before gazing up at Haley's retreating form.
"Lauren..."


Remember our condition.
 
Yep Yep!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want to know how they figure out it's Lauren! will Damian see the photo she has? Will Keith recognize Lauren? Or will they have to have Vanessa introduce them before they get a clue?
 
Shadow_Kitty said:
will Damian see the photo she has?
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Damian DID see the photo she had. That's this;

Before he could respond she took off running, her hair flowing behind her and a guitar strapped on her back.
He looked down to see a small piece of paper on the ground. She must have dropped it, he thought, picking it up.
He turned it over, and gaped. It was a picture of him. Younger him. He couldn't have been older than 8. That didn't shock him as much as who else was in that picture. He stared at it for the longest time before gazing up at Haley's retreating form.
"Lauren..."
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But she ran off too soon, so yeah.
 
I like it! Good ending. See I was wondering cuz you said it would be a cliff hanger and I was like.. 0.0 That's not really a cliff hanger. Now it is.
 
well it's tomorrow! have more!!


LAUREN

Lauren didn't think anything could express her feelings as she practically danced out of the park. Every step light and graceful, almost skip-like. She knew she needed to hurry because her mother was more than likely to all but ring her neck but, she didn't feel like worrying right then. She didn't feel like doing much of anything, aside from dance. Or play guitar. Or just daydream. Or most of all, she wanted to turn and run back to Damian.
He was all she could think about as she ran, danced, home. Everything about him was attractive to her, from the first moment she saw him. And he'd been so sweet too, so understanding. He'd made her laugh like a best friend would and made her heart beat faster than what would be considered healthy just by smiling.
Lauren had had crushes on guys before, obviously. She WAS nearly 16. But Damian... Damian, Damian, Damian; just his name made her feel giddy. She'd spoke to him all of five minutes, maybe, but those five minutes left her with something. She'd never felt quite like it, with any crush she'd ever had.
Which is why she was rather sure it wasn't just any crush.
She was being silly, though. She met him once, and that would be it. It wasn't like she'd see him often. Her mind tried to remind her of all of that but it would be easily distracted as she pictured his bright blue eyes, his sweet smile, his gorgeous deep voice. He seemed so comfortable talking to her, and she had never felt as comfortable than she had sitting next to him. That HAD to mean something.
She wished she had told him her real name. Why had she felt the need to call herself Haley in front of him? Damian, sweet Damian should know her as Lauren. He had been so sweet, so friendly, the friendship came so easily. and what a friend he had been, for even those five minutes. She missed him already.
After two irrational thoughts of turning back she reached her apartment.
"Haley!! Sweetheart! Where have you been? You're nearly and hour late!"
Lauren didn't feel like getting upset at her mother. She smiled and apologized in a somewhat dreamy voice. "Sorry Mum- Mom, Mom, sorry. I just got- ehm distracted."
"Distracted?" Her mom didn't sound happy at the choice of words. Lauren snapped out of it.
With some difficulty, she remembered what had happened before she'd met Damian. Vanessa! The concert! "Yes, distracted. I ran into Vanessa... Brennon, you know?"
Her mother's accusing tone vanished, "You met Vanessa? Isn't she a sweet?"
"Oh, yes." More so than she'd ever know. "She invited me to go see a show tonight! Said you suggested the idea to her."
Her mom was still grinning, to Lauren's relief, "She is? Oh the doll! That's so sweet of her! What show?"
Oh she WOULD ask that. Lauren raked her mind for any play or musical she'd heard of that may be in town, "RENT." She said, hoping her voice sounded normal.
"That's sweet of her." Was all her mom said, "When does it start."
"7:00," She replied, "but she'll be here..."
The doorbell rang.
"Now." Lauren finished, laughing. She danced over to answer the door.
"Lau- HALEY!" Vanessa said happily, giving the girl a warm hug.
"NESSA!" Lauren squealed back, happy to see the angelic young woman again.
Vanessa let her go and smiled at Lauren's mom, "Thanks so much for letting me take her to see Wicked."
"RENT." Lauren coughed, Vanessa looked confused so she continued with a strained casualness, "I thought we were seeing RENT?"
Vanessa caught on quickly, said, "RENT was sold out, honey, we're going to see Wicked."
"Okay."
Lauren's mother, praise God, caught nothing of that exchange, and smiled. "You two have fun. Thanks for inviting her Vanessa."
"No problem, Kathy. And don't worry, we will." She winked at Lauren and out they went.
Lauren was in a fit of giggles by the time they got to the taxi.
"I'm so glad this worked! Nessa, thank you so much for doing this!” She laughed happily.
Vanessa looked rather proud of herself, "You deserve to see your brother. I sort of know how it is to miss a sibling, it's no fun. And I see my sister a whole lot more."
"You have a sister?"
"Not by blood, no. She's my sister in spirit, I love her to death. Actually, in a month, I'm going to visit her in Ireland to plan her wedding."
"Ireland?" She asked, amazed, and a tiny bit jealous.
Vanessa nodded, "She got to meet Celtic Thunder about a year ago, when their dancer broke her leg and she became the understudy. She and one of the guys, not your brother, fell in love. It's quite cute."
Lauren giggled, that WAS cute.
"That's when I met your brother." She added.
"What's he like?" She asked in a quieter voice.
Vanessa sighed, and looked as though she was trying to find words to describe him, "Nothing I say will describe him quite right, you know."
"Try."
"Think California surfer, only Irish. That's Keith. He's got that laid back style that comes with playing guitar and writing songs." She explained slowly.
"He writes songs?" She didn't recall if her brother had been into writing growing up. She knew everyday was filled with music, though. Her dad played guitar and piano. Those were some memories she DID have, and they were lovely.
Another nod, "He does indeed, he actually has one he wrote in the show tonight. You'll like it." She said it with a rather wicked smile, Lauren gulped.
"We have meet & greets too. They're like backstage passes, where you can meet some of the guys." Vanessa continued, "I remember taking Rachel to these."
"You mean I could meet Keith-y!?" She asked, her excitement growing so much she let the pet name escape. She laughed.
"It's possible." Was all she said. She handed Lauren a playbill like poster from it. Five guys on the front. She pointed to the blonde one.
"That's-" Lauren began, her voice choked up. He was so much older. He'd grown quite handsome, grinning charmingly in all black. He had to be, what? 22-23 then. Wow. She wiped at her tears, apologizing to Vanessa.
"Don't be sorry." Her friend said, "I understand this is almost overwhelming. Come on though, we're here."
As Lauren got out she saw the playbill in better light, noticing the other four men around Keith. Including a younger boy with dark hair and blue eyes. Lauren tried to gain control over her shock, blushing as she stared at Damian McGinty's picture. Right next to her brother.
This was going to be one heck of an evening.


yeppers
 
OMG MAGGIE! Your fan fic was the first thing I thought about this morning! I didn't think you'd have an update up this early! Yeah Maggie! Of course it might not be very early where ever you are....... Great update! I missed the end again. I didn't even know she looked at their pictures. But I went back and read it! I'm a good girl.
 
Oh no! Maggie you have to post more! You've got me so excited now!!

and I'm going to be gone this week!

Young lady, you had better post more today! :D
 
here's more!

DAMIAN

She didn't remember him. That's all he could think about the rest of the day, even minutes before show time. Lauren. HIS Lauren. She didn't remember him. He felt stupid, confused and hurt.
Why did she say her name was Haley? Did she not go by Lauren to anyone anymore? That hurt too, like his best friend was gone now. But she wasn't. The way she talked, laughed, and was so friendly and fun, Lauren was still there. Now he missed her more than ever.
"I still can't believe it," Keith mumbled for about the hundredth time since Damian told the guys what happened. Poor Keith was beating himself up more than a little about not being able to see his sister. Damian wondered if she would have remembered him. Probably. And Keith had known Haley was her middle name, so he would have known who she was right away. Which he hadn't.
Before anyone could make any sort of consolation to the uncharacteristically depressed Keith, they were on stage for Heartland.
Damian could not concentrate. It's hard to concentrate when all he could think about was Lauren. And his feelings for her. That's what confused him most. She was his friend, she always had been, and always would be in his mind. It should have been that simple. But it was much easier to picture her as a friend when he still saw her as 7 years old in his mind. Suddenly that picture was replaced with beautiful 15-year-old Lauren. And now, it was harder to place his feelings for her.
Lauren whose eyes sparkled when she smiled. Lauren whose smile made his heart pound.
Lauren who was sitting in the third row, staring dumbfounded at him. She was sitting next to Vanessa, who was grinning from ear to ear, and had obviously set this up.
It took a lot to keep his mouth from dropping as the song finished up. He looked at her one last time before running back. Her mouth was open but she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at Keith, who soloed next. Had he seen her? Did he know he might get another chance at meeting his baby sister? He couldn't tell, and before he could he was backstage.
Keith was back minutes later, grinning from ear to ear himself. "I'm going to have to do something to pay that woman back." He laughed. That woman was obviously Vanessa. Damian laughed.
It didn't take long for the other guys to catch on. "Do you think she'll have M&G's?" Paul asked.
"Vanessa would, I'm sure." Keith replied, cheerfully. "You and I have them tonight, right?"
"Right." Paul agreed. He glanced at Damian. He rolled his eyes, and knew what that look implied.
"Paul," He laughed, "I already got to see her today. It's fine."
"Ah, but I think you two need a proper re-introduction." Keith laughed. Damian blushed, and said nothing.
The show went fast. Damian remembered trying hard not look at his friend, but failing more often than not. She waved at him in Breaking Up Is Hard To Do but he could still tell she hadn't figured out who he was, aside from the guy she met in the park. That still depressed him. He wondered if Keith would tell her, and what she would think. He wished he would be seeing her again too.
Keith came back after "Lauren and I" He was smiling but his eyes looked a little red.
"She was crying." He said simply.
Damain sighed, and tried to picture it, "I can imagine." He was glad he hadn't seen her, he probably would have thought to run off stage and hug her. That wouldn't be good.
Keith chuckled lightly, "Paul is giving you his spot in the M&G." He added, "Whether you agree or not."
He tried to think of an objection but Keith added, "Don't say you don't want to see her again. I know you do."
Damian sighed and nodded, and then they were out again. For Caledonia. That was nice. He looked at Lauren again, happy to see her smiling and clapping. And happy to be seeing her tonight.
Dropping any restraint he waved at her. She blushed and gave a tiny wave back. Vanessa winked. He blushed as well as he was pulled back stage.
"I saw that." Paul said, once they were assembled in the back.
"Saw what?"
"That smile you gave Miss. Lauren."
He rolled his eyes, despite his flushed face. "She IS my best friend, and I HAVEN'T seen her in 8 years. I'm more than a little happy to be seeing her again."
Paul raised an eyebrow but didn't probe further. Damian was glad of that. He wasn't sure about his feelings for Lauren himself, much less ready to talk about it. Paul couldn't have asked any thing anyways, because Damian and Keith had to go to M&G's then.
Both guys were quite excited to say the least. With every group that came in their anticipation grew. Damian didn't even remember what he said to more than half of the girls, and he felt a little rude for that. But he couldn't think of much else but that he'd see her again. What would she think? He hoped she'd be happy, shocked, but happy.
As the coming fans slowed down, he knew it was almost over, and she hadn't come. But then the door opened and there she stood. Still looking more beautiful than any girl Damian had ever seen. She smiled at Damian happily before turning her attention back to her brother. Her expression of slight shock, still.
He grinned, "I've missed you, Lauren."
That did it. She ran to him, crying. He held out his arms and caught her in a tight hug. He laughed, and she did too. She pulled away to smile at him.
"Keith," She whispered, "I've missed you so so so much." She paused, "And that SONG!"
He was still grinning, and messed up her hair in a brotherly way, "I said I couldn't deal with my Baby sister an ocean away, and I couldn't. Still can't. I figured I had to write about that. Never thought it would go this far, though."
She beamed, tears still running down her face. She turned and sent Damian a brilliant smile. His heart pounded and he smiled back hesitantly, not sure if he wanted to mention his friendship with her yet. He still felt hurt she hadn't remembered him.
"Oh Lauren!" Keith said, glancing at Damian as well, "I think your friend has something for you." She blushed and looked back at him in confusion. He was confused too. What did he- oh the picture! She'd want that back for sure. Maybe that would be the time to bring it up.
He brought it out and handed it to her, "You dropped it.." He trailed off pathetically.
She gazed at the picture, then back at him, then back at the picture. Her expression turning more surprised with each time. His heart sped up, wondering what on earth to say. She was obviously making the connection, but he didn't know what to say. Finally when she looked at him again he smiled.
"I've missed you, too, Lauren."
 
Yaaay! *jumps up and down*

I started reading and was interrupted, I wasn't too happy about being interrupted ;) this was definitely worth it though ;)
 
They're both so sweet, Lauren will make me more jealous than all the rest ;) (excepting Amy... :D)
 
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