RING. RING.
Damon looked down at his ringing phone. The caller ID read "Elena". A small smile appeared on his face as he clicked the "answer" button and put the phone to his ear. "Hey, you," he said.
A small, girlish giggle came from the other end. "Hey. Where are you? "
Elena's voice sounded sweet and calming to Damon's ears. "I'm at The Grill with Alaric."
"Oh. I should've known." Another small giggle. "I'll be there in about thirty minutes. I need to talk to you about something."
"Oh, so help me, Elena! If this is about some weird foot fungus, I swear that I will get sick right on your perfectly painted toes."
"For heaven's sake, Damon. Why the hell would I talk to you about foot fungus?"
"Hell if I know!" Another smile broke out on his face. Elena was the only one on Earth that could make him smile like this.
"Whatever. I'll see you soon." Then the call was disconnected.
Damon set his phone down on the wooden table he and Alaric were sitting at. Their glasses no longer contained the bourbon that had filled them moments before. Damon looked up from his empty glass to Alaric, who had very odd look displayed across his face.
"Can I help you?" Damon asked with a bit of sarcasm.
Alaric shook his head in dissatisfaction. "You're gonna have to tell her one of these days, you know?"
"Let me stop you right there. Elena and I are friends. That's all we've ever been, and that's all we'll ever be."
"Dammit, Damon! " Alaric slammed his hand down on the table. "I can't believe you're still denying you love her. A blind man could see it!"
Damon raised a dark eyebrow. "I think you've been drinking a little too much, buddy."
Alaric rolled his eyes. "Just shut up and listen. You can't just sit around waiting for her. You have to do something about it! Therefore, stop being such an idiot and tell her how you feel."
Damon sighed. "Okay. You're right. I'll tell her. Just do me favor?"
"And what would that be?"
"Stop nagging me about it!"