Greetings. The idea of the story came a while ago while I was listening Taylor Swift's Mary's Song. Since then I could not get it out of my head and I decide to put it up here. I hope you like it!
Summary: Childhood best friends, Damon and Elena, were forced to be apart for some time. Years have passed and they now live their own lives. Then they meet again and they are questioning whether what their feelings for each other are going to affect their friendship or not. A story of friendship, love, courage, loyalty, and of course, betrayal. AH.
Oh, Elena and Damon both 8 years old in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I just borrowed the characters but the storyline is 100% mine.
10 years earlier...
Two kids were lying down, looking up at the apple tree above them as their parents dine on the foyer. They were whispering about how life would be more amazing if there were no fruits and veggies.
"Yeah, that would be awesome. We can just eat ice cream or cupcakes all the time," the little girl giggled heartily.
"Or we can eat chicken nuggets for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Now that would be so cool!" the boy exclaimed as he clapped his hands.
Suddenly, the girl sat up and leaning against the big tree, "Damon?"
The little guy followed her move and sat beside her, "Yeah?"
"Do you think my parents will not care about me anymore when my little sister comes?"
"Len, what did I say about that days ago?" he said in annoyance. His little friend could be so insecure sometime and he hated it when she did that.
"I know, but –"
"But nothing. Your parents love you, my parents also love you, and I love you because you are my bestest friend in the whole world!" Damon grinned as he wrapped his arm around the girl's shoulder.
She stopped to think for a while before she said, "I know. I'm sorry. I forgot that many people care about me."
"Don't you ever forget that, you know? Because no matter what, you will always be loved," Damon smiled his megawatt smile.
"Ew! You're a flirt! I watched it on a TV show my mom used to watch and he said the same thing and the girl said that he was a flirt," she got up and tried to get away from her best friend.
"Oh I'll show you a flirt," he then ran to catch her but the little girl's feet was going too fast until she bumped into Giuseppe, Damon's father.
"Not too fast, 'Lena. You'll fall and you'll get hurt," he said stopping her.
Elena laughed and hid behind Giuseppe as Damon now stood in front of her father, "She called me a flirt. What does flirt even mean? Is that bad? Is it? Is it?!"
Giuseppe and the rest of the adults laughed and grinned happily looking at their little precious' behavior, "It's not always bad, Damon. You'll know when you grow up," Grayson, Elena's father, said.
"I hate it when they say that," he mumbled.
Elena then ran to her mother to sit on her lap, "Careful, sweetheart, wouldn't want to crush your little sister," Miranda said and Elena wiggled her butt a little.
"Oh those kids. It would be pretty nice to see that they would be best friends until they have kids of their own, "Agatha, Damon's mother said.
The boys now were running in the backyard playing some catch, too busy to hear what the ladies talked about.
"Or maybe they would fall in love and we will be in-laws," Miranda said breathlessly as if she was imagining it in her head.
"Yes, and they will have cute babies running around the house,"
"Mom, I don't want to have babies with Damon," Elena complained.
Agatha and Miranda laughed quietly, "Why, hun?"
"It's gross, mom. I would never get married to Damon," Elena shuddered.
"What are you ladies talk about?" Grayson asked when the boys have finished their game and sat on their seats.
"Just saying about what if Elena and Damon got married," Miranda answered as she placed Elena on her seat beside Damon and pass the food to her husband.
"Uh, no way. That is so gross, Mrs. Gilbert. Elena is my best friend," Damon made a face of disgust.
"See, mom, that would never happen," Elena said then nodded to Damon.
"Those two say that now, let's skip ten years and let's see what they would say," Giuseppe laughed.
They ate their dinner in comfortable sense, now knowing that a week from now the two kids in the topic would be separated by fate.
"What do you mean you're moving?" Elena's lips trembled.
"My dad got a job in New York, Len," he sighed sadly, "I wanted to stay but they said I'm not an adult yet so they can't leave me here."
"You can stay in my house, at least until you can live by yourself," she cried.
Damon moved to gather the skinny girl in his embrace, "That's what I said, but they told me that I can't. I have to move with them."
"But Damon... what about me? If you go, who will be my friend?"
He let her go but keep his hands on her shoulders, "You will have many friends. Girlfriends so that they could do fashion show with you. You know I hate to do that, I'm not a girl," Damon made a face.
"Yeah, but who will cut my sandwich at school? You know how my mom always forgets."
"Well, I guess it means you have to be a big girl and cut it yourself."
"I don't want to be a big girl," Elena cried harder than before and hugged Damon back like her life depended on it, "I don't wanna, I don't wanna."
Damon's heart broke in two seeing his best friend cried like that. He'd never make Elena cry before and now he'd done it and it pained him to see that. So he moved his hand up and down her back to calm her but her cried was getting louder and louder. It took her almost fifteen minutes to finally calm down and left tear stains on Damon's navy blue shirt.
"I'm sorry, Len. You know I would never leave you if I can," Damon smiled sadly.
She sniffed, "I know. That's why I can always count on you."
"And you still can. I will call you every week. Or maybe every day when I got no homework and we can talk all night, if my dad allows me to," Damon tried to cheer his girl.
She sniffed again and looked up at him with her reddish brown eyes, "It will not the same. I can't see you on the phone."
"There's always internet, I'll ask my mom to help me video call you," promised Damon.
She mumbled at herself, contemplating the idea, "Well... that could work. I mean, I will ask my dad too, to help me set up the video call."
Damon grinned, "Then it's settled. We will talk as much as we can when we're away."
She nodded weakly, "Yeah..."
"But I can tell that something is still bothering you," Damon frowned.
"It's just that... um, I'm shy around new people. Especially when you're not around," she said sheepishly.
He smiled then, "Don't be, Len. You are a very good friend and I believe that everyone wants to be your friend."
"I am?" she smiled with her big eyes look hopefully at her best friend.
"Yeah, you are. You always remind me to eat breakfast and you share your lunch with me. For me, that's what good friend's do." Damon said proudly to Elena.
"You're a good friend to me too, Damon," she smiled.
"Okay, then, this is not goodbye, okay? Just temporary before we meet again," Damon held out his right hand for Elena to shake.
She took his hand in her, "Yes, just temporary."
"Until then, Elena."
"See you again, Damon."
Here it is, first chapter of the story.
Anyway, I am not abandoning Blind Date or The Lucky One, I just haven't had the time to edit the chapter I have written for Blind Date and I have lost my muse for The Lucky One. So if any one of you have any ideas of what you want to read in TLO, you can just review the story or pm me :)
Also, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes.
See ya!
