I was inspired by "Only the good die young" by Billy Joel. This is my first fanfiction so please be kind. Reviews are more than welcome as are ideas and whether I should continue or leave it a one shot. Let me know!

(p.s I do not own the vampire diaries or anything related to it. Just this story.)

Elena's POV

"Did you ever think about how your life would end?" I ask him suddenly. I don't know where the question came from, or why I feel comfortable enough to ask him, but I do. We are sitting on the front lawn at the boarding house absorbing the sun. Well, I'm absorbing the sun; he is just as pale as ever.

He quirks his eyebrow at me and opens one of his icy blue eyes, "why do you ask?"

"I always knew I was going to die young. Kind of like a struggling writer with an epic ending that people would read about in my biography years after my passing."

I take a deep struggling breathe as I feel his hand suddenly on mine. I don't pull away, even though if Stefan caught us, there would be some major explaining to be had. I don't pull away because it feels right, and easy.

"Elena…Klaus is not going to get you. I won't let him, Stefan won't let him, hell even witch bitch won't let him." His tone is light but the way he grips my hand almost desperately makes me believe that this, just like so much of him is a charade.

I open my eyes to meet his. Those blues match the sky and make my heart skip a beat. They are laced with concern and fear, and something else. I can't quite place it until his mouth twists into a smirk that should be illegal in all 50 states. "what?"

"if I knew my life was going to be short I'd want to make the most of it…wouldn't you?" and just like that he grabs a hose from behind him and starts spraying me with it. "DAMON!"

He is chuckling and I am all wet. I take this opportunity to grab the hose and spray it all over his Armani black t-shirt. Laughing hysterically I don't get a chance to realize what is happening when I get grabbed from behind and large masculine hands are turning the water right into my face.

"oo…stop….ahh..Da…On!" Is all I manage to get out between breathes.

The ground is becoming muddy and as I try and get a good angle for the hose I slip bringing Damon with me. With a thunk he is beneath me and we are both covered in dirt. We roll around like that for a few minutes.

"MERCY!" I cry out between giggles after I am too exhausted to play any longer. He drops the hose and pulls the hair from my face. I look into his eyes and I get lost in them. Not too far away a car drives by and I am brought back to earth. I pull myself off of him and get up in order to assess the damage.

The lawn chairs are on their side and covered in water, the lawn is flooded and it is safe to say that I deep scrub is necessary in order to get the already drying mud off of my body.

I look up at Damon and a whole new wave of laughter passes through me. His hair is sticking up in a million different directions. His face has my hand print on it in mud, and his black shirt is torn along the side.

"Look what you've done" I can tell he's only half serious. So I roll my eyes and let it slide, glad that he provided a good distraction from my doom and gloom. God, even my thoughts are starting to sound like Damon.

Chuckling he takes off his shirt and throws it to the side. I look up and my breathe catches in my throat. My eyes act on their own will as they trace his "v" up his abs and to his arms. From there I see his beautiful jaw line and finally his inhuman eyes. I feel a warms start to grow between my legs and I can't help but take a small step forward.

"Elena, earth to Elena? I know I'm irresistible but we should head in and get cleaned up."

"huh?" I look up and see his smirk wider and deeper. But his eyes were no longer sinister, they were gleeful. And this was a very new development that warmed my heart.

Should I keep going?