Damon and Elena "Stefan thinks that I have feelings for you."
*Elena's POV
We just got back from Jeremy and Rose. I knew what Stefan said about Damon and I. It was bothering me. I wasn't sure what I felt for him. I'm not even sure what love is or isn't. Right now I'm going to handle it "the Damon way of handling things". It seemed like the way he protects himself from everybody. It's like he thinks that nobody can love him. It made me feel sympathy towards him. It amazes me when I think about all the things he's done to show me he loves me when all I can see is Stefan. I put my bag down on the bed. He deserves to know what Stefan thinks I feel for him. I went in Damon's direction. He stood in front of me. I took a deep breath to have the courage to say what Stefan thinks.
"Stefan thinks I have feelings for you." I said.
"Do you?" He asked vulnerably. The way he said it made me want to say what I truly feel.
"Yes." I said like a weak mouse that asked a cat to eat it. He moved in my direction so we were inches apart. He touched my face.
"You do?" He asked. He continued to stroking my face.
"Yes." I answered.
"And you're not afraid that you feel that way right?" He asked.
"I don't know. I'm just afraid of what my friends might say. I know Caroline has been blunt with me about it. But I know not everyone will feel the same way." I said.
"So you're afraid of feeling that way because you think your friends will think badly of you. Why would matter what people think of you?" He said.
"Look I know that you don't care what people think of you. But it matters to me. If my friends think badly of me; then I'm going to feel badly of myself. My friends are going to look at me and think I'm a bad person." I asked.
"Your friends will get over it. They'll move on from it. Why does it matter so much that you have to deny your own hear?" He asked.
"Because their my friends. What they think matters to me. Look I know now that they'll get over it. What they think doesn't effect what my heart feels anymore." I said.
"What does your heart feel right now?" He asked.
"I'm trying to say what I've been denying for months now. I realize now that I'm in love with you and I'm not afraid to say it anymore." I said. Then he held my face.
"you are?" He asked.
"Yes." I said. Then he took my breath away by kissing me on the mouth. I was a bit by surprized by the embrace. But I returned it anyway. Then i gripped thhe ohis arm that held my face. For that one moment i didn't feel guilty anymore. Not just feeling this way but for ssaying outloud. It was a time that everything felt perfect.