Stefan looked at Damen like he had gone insane. His older brother simply looked back at him, waiting, as patiently as he could, for his answer.
"This is a joke right?" Stefan finally asked.
Damen shook his head, "Nope." He said, popping his lips on the 'p'.
"What do you think?"
Stefan blinked, then leant forwards to mirror his brothers body language, where they were sat in the lounge of the house they now shared with Elena and her brother Jeremy, but he was at college now, so was never really there anyway.
"I think," Stefan began, "That you might as well kill me now, because there is no way I am having a bachelor party, organised by you."
Stefan and Elena had been engaged for just over three weeks, and with the wedding in five days, Damen was shocked his brother hadn't even attempted, or shown an interest in having a bachelor party.
"Oh come on brother..."
"No Damen, now have you written your best man speech?" Stefan asked.
Damen groaned and rolled his eyes.
Stefan gaped, "Oh please tell me you have at least a draft..."
"Err, okay, I have a draft." Damen scratched his foot on his other leg.
Stefan growled and leant back, sighing and putting his hands over his eyes.
The front door opened and Elena walked in, dropping her bag and moving to wrap her arms around Stefan's shoulders. She kissed his cheek gently.
"What's wrong baby?" She whispered, Damen rolled his eyes. Stefan sighed and moved his hand, reaching behind him with one to touch her hair.
"Nothing."
He turned his head to kiss her on the lips, he moaned and she smiled.
"Um well I'm just enjoying this show, hey Elena go and get us some popcorn will you, I'm thinking we could throw it at Stefan and see how long it takes him to flip." Damen joked.
Stefan pulled away from his fiancée to glare at his brother.
"Haven't you got something you need to be writing, like your best man speech?" He demanded.
"That won't be long then..." Said Damen let out a long breath and shifted to lay on the sofa with his hands behind his head.
"Damen." Stefan warned.
Damen sighed and stood up, marching out of the room and storming upstairs.
Elena sighed and sat down in Stefan's lap.
"How was shopping?" He asked.
She sighed, "Rubbish, this whole winter wedding thing is going to my head, Bonnie reckons I'm going to end up ripping my hair out."
Stefan frowned and ran his fingers through it. "Well we don't want that."
She looked at him questioningly, "how was your day?"
He gestured with his eyes towards upstairs, "Annoying."
"I heard that!" Damen yelled over the sound of heavy rock music.
Elena sighed but then pouted, "Please tell me where we are going on our honey moon."
Stefan laughed, "No way, it's a surprise."
She frowned and he kissed her gently.
"Come on, I'll make you something to eat." He said and stood up, setting her on her feet and kissing her hand, over her engagement ring.
Loud music met Elena's ears as she woke up, and she rolled over to see that amazingly, Stefan was still asleep. She sat up and pulled on one of his sweaters, walking downstairs timidly to see Damen absolutely stoned, staggering around the house, trying to hang a banner saying something like, 'happy bachelor party.'
She switched off the music player and folded her arms, glaring at Damen as he froze.
"Damen what are you doing?" She demanded, glancing at the clock, it was only half past four.
"Shush." He whispered, running over to her and stumbling slightly, "It's a surprise."
Elena blinked, "And you really think Stefan won't notice."
Damen rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he was so drunk he fell over, snoring loudly on the floor.
She sighed and walked back upstairs and lay down beside her soon to be husband, but when she went to kiss his cheek, she sneezed loudly, and then a cough erupted through her chest.
She tried to muffle it but Stefan's eyes flew open turn and glancing at her worriedly.
"What's wrong?" He demanded.
Elena shook her head, "I'm fine." She wheezed.
Stefan climbed out of bed, ignoring her futile protests. He appeared only moments later, holding a glass of water.
She drank willingly and sighed tiredly, mumbling a thank you and laying back down, he lay back beside her and wrapped his arms around her, she sniffled into his chest.
He pulled back anxiously, "What's wrong baby?"
"I don't want to be sick for our wedding. Its only in five days." She cried.
"Oh Elena." He sighed and pulled her onto his chest, kissing her face and holding her tight.
"I'll look after you, I promise." He whispered.
She shook her head, "Go and see your brother, he's trying to set you up a surprise bachelor party, but he's passed out..."
Stefan sighed, "I pray someone form our past appears and tells us we're adopted, that we're not actually related..."
She slapped his shoulder, "You don't mean that."
He sighed, "I know, come on, go to sleep."
"Fine." She grumbled and pressed herself into his form.