Title: A Summer Romance

Summary: "Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone."

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A/N: So this is loosely based of The Notebook because Ash got everyone to watch it and her tweets made me want to attempt this. Hope you like it! Read & Review :)

Elena let the vibrating bass move her body and take over her soul. There was nothing but her and the song as her hips shook to the up-tempo beat and her hands drifted into the air weaving in invisible circles. She paid no attention to the sweaty bodies grinding against her or the laughter of her two best friends, Caroline and Bonnie, as they screamed the lyrics of the song. The girls were at a local club in Virginia thanks to a guy Caroline was seeing. Club fees and drinks were hard when you barely had enough money to keep food on the table but thankfully having connections kept their weekends busy. Lord knows she needed the distraction.

A pair of hands wounded their way around her waist and Elena was instantly snapped from the beat. Her head turned around to meet the eyes of the guy who had interrupted her dance and she carefully removed his hands. She scoffed in the slime ball's direction and slithered her way through the crowd, towards the bar, away from him.

When she reached the risen table, soaked with spilled alcohol, Elena immediately made eye contact with the bartender. She leaned over and muttered in his ear, "A beer. Put it on Tyler Lockwood's tab."

The barkeep nodded and disappeared to retrieve her drink. Elena plopped up on a nearby stool and accidently rubbed elbows with a nearby partygoer. She immediately went to apologize but found herself frozen under the power of the guys piercing blue eyes. Her eyes dropped down to his slanted smile and chiseled jaw before taking in his simple grey tee and faded jeans. His body had been tense and she could tell by the empty glasses in front of him, he was well on his way to being drunk. But when their eyes met, she saw him visibly relax.

Suddenly, she found her voice. "S-Sorry. I'm such a klutz."

The stranger held up his hand in dismissal. "No problem. It happens." His eyes drifted down from her eyes to the long slenderness of her legs. His mouth puckered in appreciation before meeting her confusing eyes once more. What was this god-like creature staring at her in a way that made her want to tell him all her secrets? "I'm Damon," the man offered with a genuine smile on his face.

"Elena," she smiled back. The bartender approached and Elena took a tentative sip of her drink.

Damon looked down and shook his head before looking back at her and saying, "Come here often?"

She laughed wholeheartedly. "Does that line usually work?"

"You tell me. You're the first I've tried it on."

"Cheesy come on's not usually part of your game?"

He shook his head. "I needed something to say so I could keep talking to you."

"Me?" Elena questioned incredulously.

Damon nodded. "Does that come as such a shock to you?"

If she was being honest, it certainly did. Sure, she was beautiful. There was no denying that. But she wasn't the kind of beautiful that attracted devastatingly handsome guys like Damon. That right went solely to the scum of the earth she was forced to hang around due to her social status. Being poor forced you to hang around with some desperate people or some hard-working ones. Unfortunately all the guys she knew fell into the latter. So, instead of showing that insecurity, she remembered something her father had once told her and seized the moment.

"Do you want to dance?"

His blue eyes widened before he did some flirty eye thing and answered, "I'd love to."

Elena held her hand out and Damon took it. Together they made their way on to the dance floor, drinks in hand, and became part of the movement of the song. She turned towards him and wrapped her hands around his neck. Damon's hands sought purchase on her hips as they began to move to the beat. Elena closed her eyes and as her hand drifted down to his chest, focused on the beat of his heart and sounds coming from the stereo.

"You're an excellent dancer," Damon whispered as he bent his head towards her shoulder. The softness of his lips met with the heat radiating from her skin sending a shiver up her spine.

"You're not so bad yourself," she replied with a wink.

Damon chuckled against her skin. "Oh, I've got moves you've never seen before." And before she could respond, Damon's hands twisted her body so that her back was against his front. Together they moved against each other, moving in a way so sensually it was becoming hard for them both to breathe. Elena's arm wrapped around his neck and held his mouth against the length of it. The room around them disappeared and they were lost in the music and each other.

His hand began to hike up her dress, exposing the olive color of her thigh. Elena's lips parted at the barely there touch of his fingertips. A familiar feeling was building up inside her as he fueled that fire within her. If they weren't careful, she would be throwing caution to the wind and having her way with him right here on the dance floor. She felt Damon's chest heaving behind her as he sought to catch his breath. Their mouths were inches apart and that distance was slowly lessening by each beat of the bass.

Right when that distance was about to become nonexistent, Damon's name was being called from ahead of them. Elena head popped up to take in a well-dressed man in his early thirties. At the sight of him, Damon's hands dropped from her body and he nearly shoved her away from him.

"Alaric, what are you doing here?" Damon questioned his voice tight.

Alaric glanced between them, his eyes settling uneasily on Elena who was quivering beside Damon at the loss of contact. "Your father is looking for you."

"I'll be right out."

With a warning look, Alaric turned and maneuvered his way off the dance floor. Elena looked towards Damon who seemed to be shaking with unreleased tension. What kind of tension that was had yet to be determined. His hands ran through his raven dark hair before he turned to Elena.

"I have to go." He reached out and squeezed her hand and a spark ignited at their touch.

Damon turned to leave and Elena felt a tightening in her chest. She had to do something drastic. Something to keep his attention. She had never felt this drawn to a person before in her life and she wasn't about to let that feeling go when it was the most she had felt alive in months. "Go out with me!" she shouted over the music.

He stopped in his tracks and turned towards her, giving Elena time to walk up to him. "Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

Damon seemed taken aback for a moment before a smirk settled on his lips. "Sure. I'll go out with you."

Elena held out her hand. "Give me your phone."

Without hesitation, Damon reached into his pocket and handed Elena a sleek looking touch phone. Elena quick punched in her phone number and called herself. She felt vibration against her chest, where her phone was hidden, and quickly hung up.

"Give me a call and we'll set something up," she stated with a smile.

"You're a demanding little thing, aren't you?" Damon joked.

Elena shrugged. "Not really."

"I'll see you soon, Elena."

"See you soon, Damon."

She watched him leave and turned to come face to face with the broad smile of her best friend. "I cannot believe you were just dancing with Damon Salvatore!"

"Who's Damon Salvatore?" Elena questioned because she had no idea how Caroline knew her mysterious stranger when she didn't.

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Who's Damon Salvatore? Elena! He's only the heir to one of the most lucrative companies in the world! I heard he was in Virginia for the summer with his family. His brother Stefan is one of the most handsome men I've ever laid eyes on. Major dreamboat. Damon's not so bad but he's—"

"You've met them?"

"Goodness no!" Caroline blanched. "Just read about them and Google'd some pictures. I'm shocked he was even dancing with you."

Elena crossed her hands over her body, offended. "Why's that?"

"Not because you're not gorgeous! Which you are!" her friend explained. "It's just Damon is practically engaged to Katherine Mikaelson."

"He has a girlfriend." Elena's face fell. She knew there had to be something wrong with him. That their meeting was too good to be true.

Caroline shook her head. "Oh, no! He's very single. It's just his father won't let him get serious with anyone because he wants to buy the Mikaelson's company and he knows a union of their families would be the way to do it AKA Damon marrying Katherine."

Elena narrowed her eyes at her friend. "Since when are you into all this business stuff?"

"Since gorgeous people started getting involved with the business making." She shook a finger at Elena. "And I know things! It's not all boys and waitressing."

"Yes, yes. You're all-knowing, Caroline."

The blonde smiled. "So you and Damon Salvatore."

"I don't know…"

"C'mon, Elena. He was totally interested in you. You deserve to have a little fun after everything that's happened this year. Even if it's just for the summer."

Elena nodded. There was no way it could ever work otherwise. It was an improbable romance. He was practically betrothed. She had nothing holding her down. He had the world at his feet, while she didn't have two dimes to rub together. They could have a little fun; at least for the summer.