A/N: The words in italics are flashbacks/her memories and the interrupting normal writings are - so to say - her comments to what happened back then. Just so you won't get confused :) Also, the part in the beginning where she's starting her blog is in the present.

Dear um, people. Or is it readers? Well, whatever. You know what I mean.

I don't know how this entire thing usually works but many people use blogs, so I thought why not and try it on my own.

First, to be polite, I should introduce me. So, my name is Elena Gilbert, sweet 19 years young and I preferably describe myself as a partly freaked out but mainly average teenage girl. Here in Mystic Falls things never get boring and I couldn't imagine my chaotic life without my lovely, yet crazy friends in it. Especially not without my bestie Caroline or… him.

Yeah, I assume you now know where this story is leading to. I know there are already thousands and thousands stories like this out there but still, my story goes a little bit.. differently and the ending might surprise you. In my drama, it's not always rainbows and butterflies..

Phew, I guess the best way to start this thingy is to start at the beginning about 3 years ago. Right where the trouble got going, then you can judge if it's either pathetic or chliché. I tend to add up both to but here we go…

8th October 2008 - "It drinks the human, it boozes the horse. Today it's vice versa"

"C'mon Elena, don't be a coward. It's a game. Drink it" – "I already drank.. enough. Last thing I need.. is a hangover tomorrow.." – "Coward!". Nobody calls me a coward, I thought and confidently downed a drink with one gulp "Well then, let's continue. The next round is on me", Tyler proclaimed loudly.

Why again had I agreed to this? Oh right, I had lost a bet to Tyler, Matt, Katherine and Caroline. I had a bet with them that Kat could easily seduce Elijah. He had actually always had an eye on her, but what can I say. Plan failed. He had somehow figured our plan out and wasn't one to play a double game. Now I had to face the consequences of the nuisance.

I shifted the next drink. Everything span around. Geez! Provide the bucket, folks. „G-g-guys, en.. ough is.. enough. Reall-ay. I can't.. not even a-a slug..", I moaned. They all seemed to be way too amused to show the slightest inclination to stop till a male voice suddenly barged in. "Hey guys, you had your fun. Better search someone new to befuddle". Strong hands lifted me up and sustained me.

If I had known at this moment, who it'd been, I probably would have completely gone for him – even in the circumstances obtaining back then. I would have had even a petty excuse. It was not the case, just for your information and now back to the embarrassment cause it's so much fun..

Hell no. „Dad? Lemme go. I'm.. I..", I mumbled. Everyone bursted in laughter, "Whaaaat..?", I eagerly demanded. "Okay guys, I'll get her home now before.." – "Nah, Caroline, just stay here. I'll take over", the lower voice answered. "You sure, Damon?". Damon?Wait, what? I felt thunderstruck and like my stomach had sunk down. "Yes. Bye guys, see you around!". Blurry, I saw them saying good bye and waving. "And now let's get you home, boozehound", Damon spoke under his breath. "I.. still need my jack.." – "Is here, too". Piece by piece, we stumbled all along the way to my house and stopped at our gate. "How do you.." – ".. know your home? Well, usually I know where all cool people live".

I'm not so sure if he said it exactly like that but I'm firmly convinced about it.

"Will you find the remaining way alone?", he asked nicely. "Sure", I replied a bit conceited and promptly tripped up on the way. I just held on to our fence. "Even so". Damon rolled his eyes. Then he put his arm around my waist and together we walked clumsily to the front door. "Key?" – "Pocket".

Thank God, Jenna and Jeremy weren't home that day.

Damon opened the door and brought me in my room. "I feel miserable", I complained as I lay down. "And that quite rightly", he retorted. "Anything you need?"- "A slap in the face", I whispered scarcely audible. "Sorry, what did you say?", he requested. "N-nothing.." - "Probably I must have misheard. Well.." – "Damon?", I asked in a fragile voice. "Yeah?" – "Thank you", I breathed. For a moment it was silent. "You're welcome", he answered smiling. "Good night, Elena. Sleep it off", then he left.

Alright, getting drunk wasn't my most brilliant idea ever but still, it managed to make him take care of me. What a success.

The night passed by quickly and awake by an unfavourable noise. My head hurt like thousands of needles stuck in it. "Jenna! Jer! Please someone answer the bell!", I yelled bugged. "Think about who you're talking to, young lady. Not to mention yesterday evening.I still have a word with you", she took advantage of her authority. Yada yada yada as if I didn't know it myself. I heard Jenna rush to the door, "Hello? May I ask who you are?" – "My name is Damon. Damon Salvatore. I wanted to check on Elena. Is she here? May I come in?", he said in a husky voice. Oh snap..

To be continued..