Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries. 'Cause if it were up to me, I would have them say witty thing and it would be all in those really bright colors and it would have a laugh track. Nobody is too old for Disney, ok? :P so yeah, I'm not a fanfic writer, I'm a song writer. I'm only here because my sister, AKA flower getting' lady, made me. So try not to be too harsh :p
To flower getting' lady: I COLOR INSIDE THE LINES, OK?
I just couldn't stop thinking about him. His dark sense of humor, his quirky personality, his big, gorgeous blue eyes. That was bad, since I'm dating his brother, Stefan Salvatore. Stefan and I have been dating for a year now, and I get to know him better as time goes on. But there's just something about Damon that I can't ignore. It's almost as if I love him, but I know that can't be true. I'm not Katherine. That's why Stefan loves me, why he is with me. Because I'm not Katherine. But then again…
I was in the car, on the way to the Salvatore manor. I was going over to meet Stefan to get some more information on how to kill Klaus. I pulled in the driveway and knocked on the door. To my surprise, Damon was the one who opened the door rather than Stefan. He smirked at me and tilted his head.
"Here to see Stefan?" he asked, opening the door wider for me to come in, making sure to give me as little room as possible to pass.
"Yeah," I came in and hesitated by the door. "Where is he, anyway? I was supposed to meet him here."
"Out," he responded, staring at me for a moment, then walking into the living room and pouring himself a drink. "Are you staying or leaving?"
"Staying, I guess, I'll just wait for him." I walked over and sit on the couch. I sat there for a full four minutes before I broke the awkward silence. "So… where is Stefan?" I accepted the drink Damon had been holding.
"He didn't tell me, he just told me he was going out." He casually walked over and sat down next to me. "So, everything good with you and Stefan?" he asked, doing that thing with his eyes that always annoyed me.
"Yes, fine." I said. I took a sip of my drink, then coughed and sat it down. It was too strong for my liking.
"Oh?" he smirks. "Why so defensive?"
I gave him the classic death glare. "I'm not being defensive, it's just none of your business."
He sighed and slid down farther on the couch. "So you love him?"
I slumped over and decided that maybe it was a good idea to finish that drink. "Of course I love him."
I just wished I could mean it.
Yeah, I know it's short, but I didn't know what to write so too bad :P oh and it was edited by flower gettin' lady, that's why it doesn't completely fail. :P kidding. Not really.