You met Damon a few weeks ago at the Convenience store you worked at after you decided to cheer him up with some free candy canes after a rejection from a crush he had. Ever since then, he has come to see you everyday at work and even managed to exchange numbers with you. You both seemed to share a lot of the same interests. Hell, it seemed like he knew everything you knew! Maybe a little more than you hoped... Either way, you were having a great time with him and you two got fairly close. He even started to call you "Rosebud." Then he came to your work yesterday and suddenly asked if you'd like to sleepover at his house so you two could have more time to talk. Seeing this as an innocent opportunity, you accept. You pack some pajamas, a pillow, a blanket (You didn't want to use his things because you'd feel guilty), and some other basic items you figured you'd need. Now you were at his front door of his small home, ringing his door bell. There was a rush of footsteps from inside and the door opens to a gleeful Damon in a plain tank top and sweatpants, long candy cane-like hair pulled up into a messy ponytail. He gives you a smile. "Rosebud! You came!"