This is my first fanfic ever, so PLEASE, cut me some slack :) It's based off of the movie, Friends with Benefits with Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis. There will be parts of the story where it's a lot like the movie, and others where I altered it to be my own. Like I said, it's my first story so I am totally open (and encourage) suggestions! I don't have the story mapped out in my head or anything, I'm just taking it chapter by chapter. So, please please if you have any cool ideas for this, message me or put it in my reviews! Preferrably message me though :)
Let me know what you think of the first chapter by reviewing. If I get no reviews for it, i'll probably not continue if no one's reading.
Enjoy! x
Chapter One:
Damon stepped his boot clad feet out of the cab that lead him to Norfolk Airport. The kind taxi driver grabbed his black duffel bag out of the trunk and handed it to him.
"Thank you," Damon said while handing the driver his cab fee along with a ten dollar tip.
"Thank you sir, have a good trip."
Damon politely smiled and nodded while he slipped his black leather jacket on, and walked through the automatic doors into the airport. It was a 10 in the morning, and Damon had a noon flight to New York City. Esquire Magazine had contacted him a week prior, wanting to interview him for a position as the new Art Director for the top men's magazine.
It took him a couple of days to even consider accepting the interview. He was happy with his current job, and although Esquire was a well-known magazine, Damon didn't think it was necessary. Plus, he was content with his life in Mystic Falls, and moving to New York City would probably be very hard to adapt to. Don't get ahead of yourself, Damon thought, they haven't even interviewed you yet, so don't assume they'll hire you.
The main reason Damon was even going was because his younger brother, Stefan lives there, and Stefan begged Damon to at least do the interview. The brothers were close and grew up in Mystic Falls together, but Stefan moved to New York three years prior. He missed his brother a lot. At least if Damon ended up moving to New York, he would have Stefan there too.
Damon proceeded to stand in line to pass through security. Women of all different ages could not stop looking and gawking at the raven haired man. This was nothing new for Damon. He was aware that he was blessed with his genes, but was surprisingly a lot more modest than most people would be if they had his looks. He awkwardly ran his hand through his hair and locked his blue-eyed gaze to the ground, to avoid eye contact with any of the girls, some of which were trying (and failing) to subtly move closer to him in line. Damon never knew what to do in situations like these when he was just simply not interested. Another thing was, he had just gotten out of a relationship a couple of weeks prior, so finding a woman wasn't at the top of his 'to do' list.
Finally, he got to the front of the security line. Damon took off his boots and jacket, and placed them into a bin on the revolving belt, then did the same thing with his duffel bag. Thankfully, he didn't have to get patted down, which made his security check a lot faster. After putting his jacket and shoes back on, he walked to the Starbucks right by his gate. His flight wasn't for another hour and a half.
"Hello, what can I get for you?" the pretty blonde barista asked Damon. She looked at his face after she took his order, and was incapable of stopping her jaw from dropping slightly, before batting her eyelashes at him. Damon smirked, she was cute he had to admit, but he was more into brunettes himself.
"I'll just have a venti black coffee with one sugar please," Damon politely said.
"Coming right up, and can I get your name?" The barista asked flirtatiously. Damon raised his dark eyebrow slightly. Why would she need my name? It's not like there's a huge line of people waiting for drinks, he thought to himself. In fact, there shockingly wasn't a single person in line after him at the coffee shop.
"Yeah, uh, it's Damon," he said quickly. The girl grinned and wrote his name on the cup before making his coffee.
Damon stepped to the side while he patiently waited for his order. He pulled his iPhone out of his pocket to check his text messages. There was one from Stefan, naturally, probably asking all the information about Damon's flight and his time of arrival. Damon loved his brother, but he was one anal son of a bitch.
Hey bro, what time is your flight? You're at the airport already, right? Let me know what time you get in, so I can pick you up.
He chuckled softly as he was correct about his brother's text message. Classic Stefan, always needs to be on top of things. Damon quickly sent him a text back.
My flight's at noon, I should be getting there a little after one. And yes, mom, I'm at the airport already.
"Your coffee is ready," the blonde called out. Damon put his phone back in his pocket, grabbed his bag off the ground, and took the steaming cup of coffee out of the barista's hands. She purposely brushed their fingers against each other and grinned wolfishly.
"Thanks," Damon mumbled.
"Anytime, Damon," she replied huskily before shooting him a wink. Damon rolled his eyes at the gesture. If there was one thing he hated, it was when girls so obviously threw themselves at him, and came off as so easy. He found confidence incredibly attractive in a woman, but there was a point where a line was drawn between being confident, and just full on putting out.
"Thank you for flying Delta Airlines, and enjoy your stay in New York City! We hope you choose to travel with us again soon," said the flight attendant over the PA system.
Damon grabbed his bag from the overhead compartment, and made his way out of the airplane. He immediately called Stefan to make sure he was there to pick him up now, since he did not have anything to pick up at the baggage claim.
"Hello?" Stefan answered.
"Hey man, I just got off the plane. Are you here?" Damon asked as he walked through JFK airport.
"Yeah, I'm literally a minute away, so I'll see you outside soon."
"Alright," Damon said before hanging up the phone.
Right as he walked outside, Damon immediately spotted Stefan standing outside of his black Audi R8. Damon smiled when he saw the car. He quickly made his way over to his brother, who he hadn't seen in almost five months. Once Damon reached Stefan, the brothers laughed and grabbed each other for a man hug.
"So good to see you bro, it's been too long. How've you been?" Stefan asked while grabbing his brother's bag and tossing it into the car.
"I've been good, man! I'm sorry I haven't visited you recently, I've been so busy with work. You know how it is," Damon stated before getting into the passenger seat of the sleek car. Stefan climbed in the drivers seat, and Damon looked at him with his infamous smirk.
"What? What's that smirk for?" Stefan questioned.
"You've really outdone yourself with this car, brother. I like it though," Damon acknowledged.
"Oh, this? Thanks, you know how I am with my cars. Plus, Caroline begged me to get this one, and as irritating as she is sometimes, I can't refuse her," Stefan chuckled.
Caroline Forbes was Stefan's girlfriend of three years. Damon had met her several of times, and thought she was exactly what his younger brother needed. While Stefan tends to be broody, and a bit OCD, Caroline was wild and the complete opposite of Stefan. The two balanced each other out beautifully.
"Where is Barbie, anyway?" Damon questioned. This was his nickname for Caroline for a long time now. When he first met his brother's girlfriend, he compared her to the famous doll instantly.
"She's out with Zoe shopping right now, they're having a girls day," Stefan stated.
Damon nodded his head in understanding, "Gotcha."
"So you said your interview is at 2:30 right? Well, it's 1:45 now, so unfortunately I don't have time to take you to get lunch before taking you there. I have to get back to work too, so I won't be able to pick you up after, I'm sorry. You'll be fine though, right?"
"I'm a big boy Stef, I will be fine," Damon chuckled. "You already told me about having to go back to work. I'll find somewhere to eat easily, then I'll probably go find my hotel after."
"Okay. Well, I'm going to drop you off right here. The Esquire building is the third one right there," Stefan pointed out to Damon. "Good luck bro, call me after to let me know how it goes!"
"Will do, later," Damon said as he got out of the car and shut the door.
Damon was slightly walking backwards waving bye to his brother, when he bumped into someone behind him.
"What the hell! Watch where you're going!" a woman's voice said behind him.
"I'm so sorry!"
Damon quickly turned around and saw that there was a newspaper dropped on the ground along with the woman's purse. He bent down to grab both of the items, and looked up at the stranger he bumped into. His eyes widened at the girl in front of him. She was gorgeous with long, straight chestnut hair, big, brown doe eyes, olive skin with legs that went on for miles. Her black top hugged her beautifully, showing the perfect amount of cleavage that was both mouth watering, yet still professionally acceptable. Her long legs were covered by a pair of mint colored skinny jeans, and she wore simple black pumps to complete the look.
"Well, are you going to give me my stuff back or no?" She said with an irritated look on her face, while impatiently tapping her foot against the sidewalk.
"Uh, yeah, s-sorry…here," Damon stuttered while handing over the girl's belongings. He didn't realize he was still holding her things, let alone absent-mindedly staring at her. What the hell is wrong with you, Damon? You're never like this with women, he thought to himself.
"Thank you, now if you will excuse me, it's my lunch break which already started late, and this had to cut it even shorter," she snatched the newspaper and purse out of Damon's hand, and walked away.
Damon was left speechless as he turned to watch the beautiful stranger cross the busy street. Yes, she was a bit rude to him, but maybe that was just because she was from New York. He had heard that the big city was notorious for impolite people. If this is an idea of what women in New York City looked like, I could get used to this. Damon smiled and walked towards the Esquire Magazine building.
Although Damon wasn't even sure exactly that he wanted this job, he was still nervous for this interview none the less. He always got like this when he was put on the spot. Damon was seated outside one of the offices, waiting, while they were ready for him. His leg was bouncing slightly, as it always did when he was nervous, and he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants.
"Damon Salvatore?" a man called, as he stepped out of the office. He was tall, strong build, and had chocolate brown hair. The man looked to be in his early to mid thirties.
"Yes, that's me," Damon stood up to greet the man.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Salvatore. I'm Elijah Mikaelson, editor and chief. Ready to get started with your interview?" the man asked politely while smiling at Damon.
"Of course, and please, call me Damon. Pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Same as you, I'd prefer it if you called me Elijah. Mr. Mikaelson makes me feel old," Elijah chuckled as he let Damon into his office.
"Go ahead and have a seat, Damon. Would you like anything to drink?"
"I'm okay right now, thank you though," Damon politely declined and sat down in the chair across from Elijah's at his desk.
"Well, to start off, I'd just like to thank you, Damon, for agreeing to do this interview. I know it took you a couple of days to agree to come to New York, but the other heads of the company and I are really glad that you did. We've seen your work, and you have an exceptional amount of talent for someone as young as you are," Elijah stated.
"Thank you so much, I try to work as hard as I can. Also, thank you for even giving me this opportunity to even just get an interview, it's an honor," Damon complimented.
"Of course. As you hopefully know, Esquire is a highly respected and successful magazine. We don't hire just anyone. When one of our headhunter showed you to us, many of us on the staff agreed that we had to get you in right away for an interview when our Art Directing job opened up."
He exited Elijah's office a little less than an hour later. The rest of the interview went fairly well, Damon thought. Elijah was very kind, which Damon did not expect. He always assumed that big business, especially in New York City, would have bosses that were assholes. Elijah asked Damon more questions, about why he would be good for the job, his past experience, etc. Damon also showed him his resume, and from what he gathered, Elijah seemed pretty impressed with what he's accomplished so far.
Elijah had told Damon that he had two more interviews to get through that day, and that he would receive a call in the evening to either offer him the job or not. Damon still wasn't entirely convinced that he wanted the job, but he definitely was leaning more towards a yes than he was before. He was glad that the interview was finally over with, and was fairly happy with how it turned out. Damon got in the elevator, smiling to himself as his mood started to pick up. His stomach growled loudly, Damon was grateful that no one else was in the elevator to hear it. The ping noise signaling that the elevator stopped got Damon's attention. The doors opened and Damon looked up with widened eyes, and the familiar face from earlier that day.
"You again," the mystery brunette slyly smiled.
Ah okay, so there's the first chapter! I'm sorry if it's really bad :x let me know what you think!
