"You really don't get it, do you?" Elena marveled, staring at Damon in disbelief. Damon just smirked back at her, "Get what, Elena?" She rolled her eyes, "I don't love you, Damon. I don't love you, I'm not attracted to you, and I don't want you." Damon's smirk dimmed a little and he paced over to the other side of the room. "Maybe," he said, "you should tell that to someone who believes you." He nodded and walked to stand directly in front of her.
"But I'm sure you knew that I wouldn't believe you," he said solemnly as he looked down at her. "You feel the same way about me as I do you. You know it. I know it. And deep down? Stefan knows it too," Damon whispered, as if it was a secret. Elena's eyes narrowed and she stepped closer to him, "Stefan doesn't know it." Damon raised an eyebrow cockily, "Stefan doesn't know… what, Elena?" She scowled at him and backed away from him.
"Oh, I know what you meant. Stefan doesn't know… that you love me. Just as much, maybe more than, you love him." He closed the gap between them, smirking again, satisfied. "We really should have our own reality TV show, don't you think?" Elena scrunched her nose at him, feigning disgust.
"Yeah? What would it be called? The Damon World? Everybody Loves Damon? Oh, I've got it! The Fabulous Life of Damon," She nodded, trying to sound offensive as her efforts fell on deaf ears. Damon smirked, "You know… if you spent more time with me, and less with Stefan. Maybe you'd know how to defend yourself verbally. And as far as the title, I was thinking more like The Days of Elena's Life," he nodded.
Damon slipped a finger under her chin, pulling it up so her eyes met his. "Now, I want you, to look me in the eyes, and tell me how you really feel. And if you can say you hate me and make me believe it, I'll leave you alone." Elena stared back up at him, poising herself to tell him how she actually felt the opposite of everything she told him she did. She looked into his eyes, and convincingly as she could, she enunciated, "I hate you."
Damon nodded, not convinced at all, but playing along. "Okay, I'll leave you alone, then," he shrugged, starting back toward her window, keeping his expression sullen. Elena eyed him in disbelief as he turned back to the window, "I can't believe you're actually leaving." He shrugged again, turning back to her, "Well, I said if you could make me believe you hate me, I'd leave you alone. Dream come true, I know," Damon turned back to the window and opened it to climb out. Elena rocked back on her heels a little, thinking it over, knowing in her mind she didn't really want him gone.
"Damon… wait."
Damon turned back toward her and found her standing right in front of him. He smirked down at her as he bent to meet her lips with his. He kissed her tenderly, yet passionately at the same, only pulling back after a few minutes, continuing to smirk down at her. "You're an extremely bad liar, you know." Elena smiled back at him and nodded, "I know. At the moment, I'm pretty glad I am." She leaned in and kissed him again, whispering against his lips, "Stay. I love you." Damon simply nodded and closed the window, making his way back into the center of her room.