This will be just a few short chapters long. Hope you enjoy! Based off Taylor Swift's: Oh my, my, my.
Disclaimer: Don't own, song or characters
She said,
I was seven and you were nine
I looked at you like the stars that shined
In the sky,
The pretty lights
"Damon, Your'e it!" Seven year old Elena yelled at her best friend. The young boy sauntered over to her.
"Okay fine, but just this last time," He insisted, and she smiled when he went to count.
"1-2-3-4-5-6-10" Damon opened his eyes and spotted Elena running toward some trees.
"That's not fair!" She was calling, "You didn't count all the way."
She was fast for her age, and he had to push his little nine year old legs as hard as he could to catch up to her head start.
"You didn't say what to count too!"
They ran through the yard between their houses and she reached her back door, darting inside ahead of him. Both of their dads were sitting in the kitchen when the two ran in.
"Got you!" Damon declared when he tagged her.
"It's not fair, you cheated!" She folded her arms. "Daddy, tell him he has to count all the way!"
"She didn't tell me what to count to! You're it, 'Lena!"
"Whoa! Hold up you two!" John grabbed his daughter as she lunged toward Damon.
"Damon, you have to count all the way if you are suppose to. Even if she didn't tell you," Giuseppe scolded his son.
"Yes sir," Damon grumbled.
"And Elena, you shouldn't be mean, just because it didn't go the way you wanted." Her father said.
"Fine."
"Now, why don't you two go play something else. Or go watch TV, or do something that that wont kill one of you."
They let the kids go, and they ran into the living room. A few minutes later, you could hear them arguing over the remote.
Giuseppe laughed, "I swear they're gonna be the death of me."
John pulled a beer out of the fridge, nodding in agreement. "I hear ya, man."
He looked over into the living room. The kids had now agreed on some cartoon and were now side by side, giggling.
"Do you ever wonder if they're secreting crazy about each other?" John asked as his little girl leaned again his friends son.
"Ah, who knows?" Giuseppe shrugged, "I'm sure they'll figure it out one day."
"It would figure, huh."
"What do you mean?"
John grinned, "Your son, my daughter, growing up and falling in love? You'd never get rid of us then."
"Well I guess there are worse things in life." The two chuckled as the back door opened, their wives coming in.
"Worse things than what?" Isobel asked.
"Elena marrying Damon and us being stuck with the Salvatore's forever." John informed her.
Isobel laughed as Mary rolled her eyes, "You guys are speculating that again?"
"I'd put money on it." Giuseppe said seriously.
"Uhhu, well why don't you help me take the groceries to our house instead." Mary smiled, and the men knew their "guy time" was over.
And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
Growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled
And rolled their eyes
And said oh, my, my, my
"Don't fall Elena," Damon, now 11, cautioned the girl, helping her into the tree house their dads had built in a big oak out back.
"I'm not going to fall, silly. I'm a better climber than you anyway."
"You are not!"
"Are too!" She said indignantly, pulling herself up.
"Wanna bet? I'm a boy. And boys are better at everything!"
"They are not! Girls are better."
"Nope, because boys are bigger, and if we fought, I'd beat you up, because I'm a boy." He stuck his tongue out at her.
"Wouldn't want that gross thing in my mouth either!"
"Dork."
"Loser."
They were quiet for a moment then broke out in laughter.
"So my dad asked if you were my girlfriend." Damon had a disgusted look on his face.
Elena groaned, "They still think we like each other?"
"Guess so."
"Well we don't." She said firmly. "We're friends."
"Best friends," Damon corrected, and she smiled at him.
"No matter what."
"So what do you want to do?" Damon asked.
"Um, truth or dare?"
He grumbled, "But that's a girly game."
She gave him her puppy eyes.
"Please Damon? It can be fun."
"Oh, fine."
She smiled. "Okay, you first."
"Truth or Dare?"
"Dare." She said boldly.
"I dare you to lick your foot!"
"Ew."
He shrugged. "It was your idea."
Groaning she did as he said, spitting a few times afterwards.
"Ugh, your turn, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
Elena tried to think of something gross to get him back, and grinned.
"I dare you to kiss me. On the lips!"
Damon looked repulsed for a second, then began to lean in.
Realizing he wasn't going to back down, she screamed, and ran to the steps, flying from the tree house.
"You dared it!" Damon yelled, following her.
Take me back to the house in the backyard tree
Said you'd beat me up, you were bigger than me
You never did,
Take me back when our world was one block wide
I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried
"What do you mean we are moving?" Damon asked, looking as shocked as ten years old, Elena, felt next to him.
"I'm sorry, you two. But Dad's job is relocating him, Damon." Mary tried to reason.
"Then I'll stay here!" He protested.
"You can't do that, Son," Giuseppe sighed.
"This isn't fair!" Elena protested.
"We know sweetheart, but this is the way life is sometimes," Isobel sighed.
"But you guys are moving to Louisiana! That's not in Virginia!" Elena explained.
"We can still visit. You two will see each other sometimes. Just not as often." John said, and Mary nodded.
"It wont be the same." Elena sighed, and Damon put his arm around her.
Just two kids,
You and I...
Oh, my, my, my, my
It was past midnight, and the Salvatore's last night in town. Elena and Damon were laying on their beds, which happened to be against the windows, opposite of each other.
They had pushed the glass up, and the screens down.
"This sucks," she called across the small yard space, separating their houses.
"Yeah, I know." He agreed.
"How are we gonna stay best friends so far away?" She wondered, "How am I suppose to start Jr. High without you?"
He smiled a little. "We'll always be best friends, Elena, no matter what. And you'll be fine. You'll meet friends when you move up, and you'll fit right in."
She sighed. "But I don't want to."
"Me neither," he admitted.
That next morning was a killer on the adults when they walked in their children's bedroom and found them asleep on their windows. Giuseppe felt horrible for having to take Damon away from his childhood home, and best friend, but the job opportunity was just to big to turn down. His son would understand some day.
By noon everything was loaded, while Damon and Elena shared one last hug.
"I'll miss you dog-breath." She blinked back tears.
"Miss you too, dork-face." He shot back, a sad smile on his face.
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