A crack oneshot that I wrote in aprox. 10 minutes, taking place during 'Our Town,' made for my friend, the ever-lovely AudreyDarke96. Read her stories, they're amazing~
Warnings: Extreme crack and overuse of the word sexy.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. Neither does Bob, the voice in my head. Say hello, Bob. *Hello~*
Damon whistled, smirking, as he walked (sexily, might I add) out of the bathroom.
He looked, well, hot, and his bare chest was certainly something to behold.
Now let us pause for a moment, and pay our respects to the unearthly sexiness also known as Damon Salvatore…
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All right, and done. Back to the story.
Damon walked into the room, where Stefan was waiting for him. Because that isn't creepy at all.
The second the sexy beat that is Damon neared, the room lit up, going from drab (Stefan,) to dayum (Damon.) Stefan paled in comparison to Damon's Awesomeness.
Damon smirked sexily. "Good morning."
Stefan sighed in 'annoyance,' but it was obvious that inside he just wished he was half as sexy as his brother.
Keep dreaming, Stefan, keep dreaming; but Damon's just too far above you, too far above everyone, for that matter. He's a god of sexiness, I kid you not.
"You're late. We were supposed to meet Bonnie at the witch house in ten minutes."
"Relax, brother." You don't want your hair to fall out." Heaven forbid, a bald Stefan! It would be horrible!
Stefan apparently didn't appreciate his dear brother's concern. Such a shame.
"Would you hurry up? We have work to do. You know, Klaus isn't gonna spontaneously self-destruct. Why are you all chipper?"
Stefan scowled as Damon smirked. "Are you sure about that?" Confused, Stefan looked toward Damon incredulously.
"What do you m-" Suddenly, the door burst open. There, in all his British glory, stood Klaus.
"I've come for the doppelganger." And then, he exploded. Just like that. Boom. Klaus- boom! And then he was gone~
Damon smirked. "See? Just relax, brother. I told you, didn't I?"
~The End~
