Title: I sense a moronic disturbance called love
Category: TV Shows » Vampire Diaries
Language: English,
Genre: Romance/Fan Fiction
Character 1: Elena G.
Character 2: Damon S.
Elena Gilbert woke up in the morning with excitement fluttering around in her stomach. Today was the day. Glancing at her alarm clock, she rolled off the bed and into the bathroom to wash her face, then walking down the stairs in good spirits.
Entering the kitchen, she was met by her Jenna and Jeremy, who were already eating breakfast. "Hey!" she said excitedly, pouring herself a glass of juice and popping a slice of bread into the toaster.
'Someone is looking excited!" her aunt commented, as she sipped her black coffee. Elena grinned, giving a little victory dance before taking her breakfast and sitting down on the kitchen table.
"You're going to miss the plane if you don't stop dancing. So hurry up!" Jeremy said, munching on a donut. Shooting him a silly grin, she gulped down her breakfast and flew back up the stairs to get ready.
Up in her room, Elena rummaged through her nearly empty cupboard, unable to find something to wear. Scanning her closet, she pulled out jeans and a tank from the drawer, throwing them on.
She let her hair fall loose, also clasping on a charm bracelet that her mother had given her for good luck on. Her backpack over her shoulder and everything in place, she made her way out to the door, suddenly stopping to turn and look over her room one last time.
She wouldn't be back for a while, she sighed. Just then, Jeremy came up the stairs, right behind her. "Jenna is saying you're getting late..." he kind of looked sad.
"Don't miss me too much!" Elena said, hugging her brother quickly, yet firmly before rushing downstairs to join her aunt.
Elena Gilbert was late, as usual.
Elena kissed her aunt goodbye as she got out of the car outside the airport. She went to the back, where Alaric was taking her suitcase out of the trunk. He turned to look at his former student,
"Well Elena, I guess that all my efforts as your teacher are finally paying off." he grinned.
"In what way does history have to do with architecture?" She replied slyly.
"History always finds its way through, especially if I teach it." he joked with a wink. Elena grinned back, when she suddenly realised that she was going to be even later.
"Wish me luck!" she called as she grabbed the suitcase and headed inside the airport, waving over her shoulder. She saw him wave back, before she was enveloped into the crowd.
Now that she had checked in her luggage, she set out to find her gate. Looking up at the interactive flight board, she realized that her gate was about to leave in 15 minutes. Walking a long distance to where gate 103 was quickly, she suddenly realised that she was in section A instead of B. Cursing her crazy history teacher for having such a bad sense of direction (because he dropped her in the A wing of the airport instead of B) , she ran.
Like crazy.
And like a crazy person does when they run like someone is chasing them with a dagger, they crash land into someone.
"Whoa!"
She had crashed into a young man with dark hair and ice-blue eyes. "Sorry, I'm late for my plane…" Elena got down on the floor to gather her things that had fallen out of her backpack.
"Which flight?" he asked, leaning down to the floor to help.
"A10B2"
The man just gave an amused look. "That plane doesn't leave for another two hours." he said, pointing over to a board on the side.
"Oh" was all Elena said, gathering the last of the spilt contents, now cursing herself for her lack of paying proper attention.
"Name's Damon." he said, straightening up.
"Elena." she smiled getting up too. "Thanks for your help."
"No problem."
"Well I'd best go find my gate…bye." she said.
He bid her farewell, and with that, she turned around and walked, in the correct direction.
Elena reached her gate in haste. Even though the plane wouldn't leave for quite some time, she was best off being at the gate, prepared and ready to board. She settled herself onto a chair near the gate, slipped on her head phones and pulled out a novel.
After around an hour, she faintly heard the announcement. "American Airlines Flight A10B2 to New York, United States gate 103 boarding". Glancing at the gates, she grabbed her backpack and rushed to the already forming line.
Finally reaching her aisle, she collapsed into her seat and re-opened her novel, letting the plot wash over her. The seats around her filled rapidly, yet she failed to notice someone sitting down across the aisle from her. She was so entranced in her novel; she didn't realize him smirking at her. Suddenly looking up, she nearly jumped out of her seat.
"Are you stalking me?" she said, annoyed.
"Nope." Damon said with a cheery demeanor.
"So?" She asked, adjusting her pillow.
He looked out his window, "University."
"Which?"
"NYU"
...?
"That's the university im attending!"
...?
"Are you stalking me?"
"That's my line!" She burst out.
He just smirked and turned away. Elena rolled her eyes and pulled on her headphones.
She flipped back to her page in her book, re-commencing to read.
The lights of the plane were dim, the atmosphere quiet.
As Elena was watching TV, her eyes began to droop, flutter, then...asleep with her headphones still on.
Damon came back from the kitchens in the back of the airplane, taking advantage of the sleeping air hostesses and ravaging the chocolate stash.
As his slide into his seat, he noticed Elena slumped in her seat in an uncomfortable position with her TV still on.
He slowly began to slightly tug the headphones off, pushing her head upright with a single pointed finger. She shuffled in her sleep, letting out a soft sight.
He looked at her serene face and turned around to fall asleep too.
It was a new day, and the plane was due to land within the next 15 minutes. Everybody stretched out their limbs, re-energized.
Except for Elena Gilbert.
"Hey" said Damon.
Poke.
"Hello?" He poked a little harder.
"Shut up" came the drowsy reply.
Poke.
Elena sat up, smacked Damon's arms and wiped her eyes.
"How long have I been asleep?" She asked as she pulled her hair into a high ponytail and rubbing her eyes.
"Around 3 of 5 hours of the flight. The man replied, playing tug of war with his precious leather jacket that had somehow jammed its self under his seat.
The pair made their way through the rounds of security and toward the baggage collection, constantly bickering about whether biology or chemistry was more interesting.
Elena, being the peace maker managed to end it with by throwing her hands up with a final "who cares?"
They waited near the baggage collect, looking at the conveyer belt going round and round.
After waiting a good 15 minutes, Elena finally spotted her neon green suitcase emerging on the conveyer belt.
She came forward to heave it off, but before she could, Damon was already pulling it off with ease.
How did he get there so fast? She wondered.
He gave her his signature smirk as he handed it over. She just shook her head dismally, took the suitcase, and turned on her heel.
Walking forward, he came along too, "Hey! Don't leave me!" He said in an almost childish whine.
Waiting in the immensely long cab line, the two started conversing out of mere boredom.
"Which classes are you taking this semester?" Damon asked the girl next to him who was searching for her wallet.
"Architecture, Advertising, and Design." She replied, still rummaging through the purse. "You?" She returned the question, finally fishing the violet pouch out of her bag.
"Advertising, Photography, Design, and Digital and Graphical Design" He replied "You want to share a cab?" He then asked.
"Sure, so we share a class, hmm. It's so weird. We met at the airport, had seats right next to each other, go to the same uni that is SO huge we could have never met throughout the entire year, but still happen to share a class. What next, next-door neighbours?" She climbed in the back, Damon the front, after they stored their suitcases in the back of the big 4x4 taxi cab.
"55 East 10th Street." came the simultaneous reply.
"Brittany Hall for NYU undergraduates it is." The cabman announced before speeding off.
"True, but I don't mind." said Damon, turning on his phone, now directing his speech to the back seat.
"Ya its cool but still freaky!" He laughed at that but then both kept quite throughout the long ride to the New York University campus.
By the time they reached the campus, Elena was near to being car-sick from the jerkiness and speed of the traditional yellow taxi cab.
As the car came to a halt outside the gates, she staggered out of the vehicle clutching her stomach. She went round the back to get her bags, nearly tripping over her own feet.
A strong arm caught her waist before she fell flat on her face.
"Careful." Said Damon as Elena straightened up, flashing another one of his famous smirks. She just huffed and grabbed her suitcase and started towards the building with Damon following her.
Standing before them was a large red brick building, with many windows on the front. Stairs lead up to the door.
"Ladies first." Said Damon as his hand ushered her forward with a dramatic wave of his hand.
They walked in, after dragging their big suitcases up the stairs and into the building. It was a large, open room, bathed in light coming from the big lamp on the ceiling.
Going to reception in the front to collect their dormitory keys and room numbers, they were met by a bubbly blonde, who was in her mid-forties, who welcomed them with a large, cheerful smile. "Hello there! My name is Elise; may I have your names please?"
"Damon Salvatore and Elena...?" Damon looked over to said girl.
"Gilbert... Elena Gilbert." She said to him.
Elise looked at her computer screen, typing in both names.
"Ah, you both are on the second floor. Miss Elena is room #208 and Mr Salvatore in room #239."
She then smiled at them before rushing to the back where the two uni students presumed to be where the keys were kept.
They heard came back dangling two keys. "Here you go!" She said cheerfully, handing them their keys. "Mr Salvatore, your dorm partner will be Matthew Donavan while Miss Gilbert, you don't have a dorm buddy because of the un-even amount of girls."
Both nodded, understanding.
"Your rooms are upstairs." Elise said, waving her hand towards the elevator. "Good luck! You better keep an eye on your boyfriend hun, girls will be snatching him up like anything here!"
"He's not my boyfriend." Elena noticeably blushed at seeing Damon wink at her.
"Hah at least this time we are not right next to each other!" Laughed Elena, trying to get off the topic as they entered the elevator.
"Sure, but won't you miss me? Your poor, poor boyfriend? All alone?" He pouted, teasing her.
"Oh shut up."
The elevator dinged open, signalling their arrival on the second floor.
A long hallway stretched out before them.
"No," Elena answered his rhetorical question nonchalantly. He just smirked.
Looking for room 208, Elena's, it was practically right in front of the elevator. She unlocked the room, "Bye." she said, trying to pull her suitcase inside.
He waved goodbye over his shoulder, kicking the suitcase in over the door bump before walking down the long distance to his dorm.
Noticing that the door was ajar, he realized that his dormitory partner was already there. Walking in without knocking, he walked in on a blonde man trying to stuff an empty suitcase into his cupboard.
"Hey." he said, the blonde looked up. "Hi, you must be Damon?" he asked, straightening up.
"Yup," Damon confirmed, "and you're Matthew, right?" He set his suitcase on his bed by the window.
"Call me Matt."
"Nice to meet you Matt." Damon said, looking around the room.
It was a fairly large room, on each side of the room, was a bed in the corner, and a side-table next to it with a lamp. In between the side tables, stood two good sized closets with mirrors on the front.
Opposite the beds were study-tables with a book-shelf nailed to the wall above it. Between the two study-tables was a low yet big cupboard that had a toaster, kettle, and microwave sitting on it.
Damon set to work, opening his suitcase and neatly placing everything in its new home.
And this was his new home.
Back in Elena's room, it was getting lonely. She had thought that it would be fun living with a room-mate, but then again, she had her own room.
She had put away all her things and neatly stored her suitcase in her closet. Closing her eyes, she imagined what it would be like one week from now, the first day of her courses at NYU.
Knock knock.
She opened her eyes. She didn't have a dorm buddy, who would be knocking on the door? Opening the door, she came face to face with someone very familiar.
"Bonnie?" she hadn't seen her best friend for so many years, for she had left town after her grandmother had died.
"Elena! You remember me!" Bonnie hugged her long lost friend, nearly squeezing the life out of her in the process.
"Of course silly! It has only been two years." Elena was really happy to see someone she knew. She then noticed that, standing behind the raven headed girl, was a blonde.
"Who's this?" Elena asked, escaping the clutches of her best friend.
"I'm Caroline Forbes." she introduced herself with a grin.
"Elena Gilbert," Elena said.
"Yes I know!" Caroline laughed. "Bonnie kept talking about you ever since she found out you had been accepted into NYU."
Elena glanced at the guilty that looked... guilty. "Speaking of which, how did you know?"
Now Bonnie just looked sheepish. "When I was signing in, I kind of...um, glanced at the screen and saw your name and room number."
Caroline nudged at Bonnie's side "and we saw you check in with that Salvatore guy, your boyfriend is so cute!"
Now it was Bonnie's time to nudge Caroline. "You have a boyfriend." she hissed. "I'm just saying!" The blonde defended herself nonchalantly.
"He's not my boyfriend!