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'Because he's in love with you'. How many more times was Isobel's words going to repeat themselves in Elena's head? Everything in her life was already complicated enough and now Isboel just had to drop this bomb on her. It's been rough. It really has. And now knowing that Damon was supposedly in love with her, made things a whole lot worse.

Elena could see the tension rise in Stefan's face when Isobel made her little confession. This was not going to end well. But then again, there was nothing really Elena could do about the situation. You can't help who you fall in love with. Elena shook her head and began to pace around her room. None of this was making any sort of sense to her. Damon was supposed to be in love with Katherine. Not her. "He probably only thinks he loves me because I look like Katherine." She muttered, before collasping onto her bed.

After a long night of exhausting events, Elena was ready to sleep it all off. Sleep always seemed to be the 'pause' button in life. Though, Elena knew she wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight. Meeting her birth mother was something Elena thought she would enjoy. Something that she thought would be a life changing event. But it turns out, it was just a huge disappointment. Isobel wasn't mother material. She probably never would be either. Too bad, because Elena needed that in her life. She needed someone to be there for her. Of course she had Jenna and Stefan, but neither of them could really compare to the title of her mother.

Rolling on her side, she caught a glimpse of a photograph on her nightstand. Her adoptive parents really did love her dearly. Right now she wished more than anything that they were still here with her. Maybe then Jeremy wouldn't be acting the way he is. And maybe then she wouldn't have to go through all of this alone. Especially this whole Damon thing.

She wouldn't dare bring anything up about it to Stefan. She could see in his eyes that he was jealous. Besides, if she talked to Stefan about it she would have to make some confessions. She'd have to admit that she does in fact love Damon. But it's not a romantic type of love, just friendship. Or so she thought.

Elena groaned. Why did guys have to be so complicated and confusing? How could she even know to trust Isobel? It may have just been part of her scheme to get the device. If it was true though, she would have a lot to handle. Or hopefully, Damon would just pretend like nothing even happened. That nothing was said or revealed. Elena could live with that. Nothing said, no one gets hurt.

There was a soft knock on her bedroom door. "Come in." She said, with her face buried in her pillow. Elena listened to the latch click open to reveal a sound of footsteps. "There's someone at the door for you." It was Aunt Jenna. She didn't seem very thrilled, so whoever was at the door couldn't be good.

With a loud sigh, Elena pushed herself off her bed. She straightened out her clothes before following Jenna out the doorway. "Who is it?" She asked, curiously. She'd rather know now, then be surprised.

Jenna looked over her shoulder, giving Elena a look. That could only mean one person. It had to be Damon.

Casually Elena opened the front door to reveal Damon. He gave her a small smile as she stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind her. "Hey." She stuffed her hands into her jean pockets. He held up a leather jacket. "You left this in Stefan's car. I saw it and thought you'd want it back." Elena took the jacket from his hand and laid it over her arm. "Thanks."

They both stood in awkward silence for minutes without end. Finally, Damon spoke up. "So. It wasn't what you expected, was it?" He shot her a quick smirk. Elena caught her breath, hoping he wasn't talking about the thing Isobel had said. Apparently he read her mind and quickly continued. "Meeting your birth mother."

Elena let out a sigh of relief. "Oh. Right. Um...no. It wasn't what I expected at all. I thought she'd be more of a mother to me. You know?" Damon chuckled. "Well you can't blame me. After the way Alaric talked about her, I thought she'd be this saint."

This caused Damon to burst out into stiffle of laughter. "Really Elena? Isobel left her husband to become something like me. Miserable and alone."

Elena raised an eyebrow at him. "Miserable and alone. I can kind of agree with the first one." She smiled at him briefly. "But...the second one not so much." Damon looked at her intently. "I'm serious Damon. You're not alone. I'm here. So is Stefan."

"No Elena. That's where you're wrong. You and Stefan have each other. You're not here for me." Jealousy was written all over Damon's face and Elena could read it well.

"So it's true?"

Damon's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Is what true?" He knew exactly what she was talking about. Now all he needed to do was decide whether or not he should be honest with her. After all, she was in love with the wrong brother.

Elena crossed her arms across her chest. "You know what I mean Damon." She inhaled deeply before continuing. "Is it true? What Isobel said."

"Yes." Damon didn't know how to be any more honest than that. He saw the change in Elena's expression and instantly regretted it. Being honest right now maybe wasn't the best thing. She was already under enough stress.

Elena swallowed dryly. "Well. I should be getting back inside. It's getting late." She turned to head back inside, but Damon grabbed her arm. "Elena don't. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you the truth. You're under a lot of stress and that only adds to it."

Shock crossed Elena's face. "Damon. I'm glad you told me that truth. I'd rather you be completely honest with me then lie to my face. Stress has nothing to do with it either. If you can't be honest with me then what kind of friends would that make us?"

"Friends. That's exactly what I'm talking about."

Elena turned to fully face him. "I don't understand what you mean..."

Damon gathered all of his thoughts together before speaking. He was extrememly jealous of Stefan, but how could he just come out and say that? Getting angry wouldn't help either. His emotions were running together now. "You know...it's really fascinating how Stefan can control you. He did the exact same thing with Katherine. Both of you just pulled into his spell."

"What spell?" Anger began to show across Elena's face. She could visibly see it in Damon's face as well.

"This stupid spell of his that draws you in!" He was almost yelling in her face. "And you don't even realize what he's doing!"

"What are you talking about? The only one trying to get me under their spell is you!"

"Me?" Damon pointed at himself angrily. "You think I'm trying to put you under some spell? I was honest with you about everything!" He threw his arms up in the air and started walking away.

"Damon!" Elena screamed after him. He ignored her and kept walking. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" She rushed off the porch steps to follow him. "You can't just walk away! I'm not done talking to you!"

Damon turned on Elena causing her to jump back. "You know what Elena. You have a choice to make now. So I suggest you turn around and go back into your house safely. Because if you don't, things are about to get very ugly."

Elena glared at him desperately. Why did he always have to be such an ass? "Fine." In frustration, she turned around and stomped back into the house. She glared at him one last time before slamming the door shut. "What choice do I have to make?"

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