<strong>NAME:</strong>Damian Clarke<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Blue jeans with mustard fade, white soviet shoes and a red quicksilver t-shirt<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>After 10pm<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Home then party<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Introduction<br/>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>ACDC, Guns N Roses<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Quick text message to Marco, Gwynn and Tommy<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/9c/99/009c992d3ac17eb1c99d141003d8fe3c.jpg)</div>Damian woke up with the fright of his life. He was fast asleep when all of a sudden there was a loud noise by his head, the wood on his side table rattling. Damian's eyes shot open as he sat bolt upright in bed, looking what had suddenly woken him, it was his phone. He glanced across, looking at the message he received then the time. ''Fuck, fuck, fuck!'' he exclaimed, ''I am so late, I told Marco I would meet him there.'' Damian said, climbing out of bed as fast as he could. He had to get ready and he had to do it quickly otherwise he might as well have stayed home all night!<br/><br/>He climbed to his feet, turning on his sound system to the sounds of some old school 80s rock, getting in the mood of tonight's party but also to wake him up, he felt dead on his feet. Damian had been up late nights trying to research a solution to his scholarship problem, spending a lot of time speaking to Gwynn's father about it without her knowing, there had to be something he could do. Damian had spent enough time moping around after the bad news, feeling sorry for himself. He felt that attitude had taken a toll, not just on himself but also on his friends. Even Marco had told him to cheer up, life still went on. Marco was always the one who told him how it was, was honest and upfront with Damian and that's why they got along so well.<br/><br/>Damian grabbed his phone, firing off a few messages, ''Hey man, been a hell of a day and only just woke up, where you guys?'' he shot off to Marco, deciding to send off a few messages in case some people were to busy to be on their phones, he sent another one to Gwynn, ''Hey hun, this getting old shit is for the birds, I fell asleep, which party are you at? x'' he sent off. Damian always had a pet name for her, even when they were not together he would still find a way to call her hun or beautiful, it was just the way she made him feel, she deserved the compliments anyway. She was one of the most people people he had ever met, not just on the outside but also on the inside, someone that still gave him butterflies when he saw her, making him smile like an idiot a lot of the time. Lastly he dropped a message to Tommy, their relationship was complicated but in the end, Damian knew he would do anything for him. They had their issues since they both had feelings for Gwynn, but they also spent hours a day every day training together, knowing everything about each other. You had to get along with someone to spend that much time with them. ''Hey mate, where you guys at?'' he asked before throwing his phone down onto the bed.<br/><br/>Damian quickly threw on some jeans, a tighter fitting t-shirt, not too tight but just enough to show off some of his well built upper body. He then sprayed some Viktor&Rolf Spice Bomb, what he would like to think of as Damian's signature smell. Picking up his phone and wallet as well as crash helmet, Damian stormed out the house, his parents were out so he locked up as he left, hopping onto the bike and throwing on his helmet. Damian decided to head to the Caulton house first, that's what they had all discussed before the night started but plans always changed.<br/><br/>He flew out the driveway, driving his 250cc KTM as fast as was reasonable to get to the residence, smiling when he saw Tommy's car was still there, at least someone was there. He pulled up besides him, pushing down the kickstand with his foot and propping the bike up besides Tommy's Subi, hanging his helmet over the handle bars. On his way into the house, he noticed Roxy's jeep parked there on the side of the driveway, smiling to himself as he figured that if Roxy was there, then Gwynn would probably be there as well. He rushed into the house, bursting through the front door. It looked like the party was dying out already though, there was no one in the front yard and only a few cars but he figured he could meet up with Tommy Roxy and Gwynn and then head out from there.