AN: Hi to all of you who are out there! This is my very first fanfic, and I'm hoping you guys like it. This little story is set post Daddy Issues.

Disclaimer: I do not own the vampire diaries or its characters (and, sadly enough, I also do not own Damon), I'm just happy I get to play with them!

I hope you enjoy this!

Dear Diary,

Damon and I were at the Grill tonight.

While I was talking to Sarah, Damon was sitting at the bar, staring into his tumbler of something or other. He didn't even seem to be eavesdropping on me, which was strange and not like his usual self. In fact, he seemed positively maudlin.

Then Jenna walked up to him with a friend of hers. She seemed vaguely familiar. I know I was rude to Sarah, but I just had to hear what they were talking about, so I listened in. Not very polite, I know, but hey, I was curious!

I couldn't believe that woman! She was so obviously flirting with Damon, even offering to buy him a drink. As if he needs to have his ego boosted that way! Okay, so she got what she deserved when he blew her off! And when he just walked away from her, I admit I felt… relieved? Even if him walking away like that was not really what I had expected, knowing him as I do: he's a scoundrel that way. Remember Caroline?

Of course, it would never do to let Damon see my relief (if that is what it was? I'm not sure), so I reproached him that he did not have to be so rude about it. But then he said that he was steering clear of all women at the moment, in the best interest of women everywhere.

And I was glad.

I know it's not really a nice trait of mine, because I so do not want to be Katherine, and he deserves someone wonderful! But still, I am glad that I will not have to see him with someone else anytime soon…

The morning after…

Elena drove over to the boarding house straight after the sleepover at Caroline's house. She reasoned to herself that she wanted to be sure Stefan and Damon were really alright after the werewolf attack (even if she had already seen Stefan last night, but something could have happened overnight, right?).

When she walked into the parlor, she stopped abruptly.

There were clothes strewn all over the floor next to the fireplace…

Elena felt her stomach tie in knots when she identified a dark shirt and trousers as Damon's, but there were definitely clothes there that did not belong to Damon! She was just reaching down to pick up what seemed like a black scrap of lace (blushing a little when she held it in her hand and it turned out to be a part of what had once been a thong), when she heard someone come in behind her.

"Oops, I'm so sorry," said a woman's smooth, sultry voice. "I was just coming to pick those up, but it seems you beat me to it."

Elena turned slowly, the thong dangling from one finger.

She already knew who she would be seeing. Tall, leggy and blonde...

She was right. Her anger rose when she noted that a) the woman was wearing nothing but one of Damon's shirts, and b) her legs went all the way up to her armpits and beyond.

Before she could think better of it, she snapped, "I beat you to it? I don't think so. Then again, I'm surprised you even made it past the front door and into the parlor! You did seem to be in a hurry to get rid of these... When was it again? Yesterday evening?"

The woman frowned at Elena's uncalled for rudeness, and raised her eyebrows, "Excuse me?"

She sounded surprised, "Aren't you Jenna's niece? Jenna told me you were seeing Damon's younger brother… "

Elena squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips together. What was the matter with her? So Damon got laid. Good for him, right? It wasn't as if he needed her permission! Then why did this affect her so much? She turned on her heel to stomp out of the house before she said anything else she might regret.

Andie was still standing in the living room when understanding dawned, "Well, well," she murmured under her breath, "It seems she doesn't just want him to be the better man. She just wants him…"

Elena's angry exit was completely ruined when she bumped into the one person she did not want to see at that moment. Just her luck, of course.

Not only did she not want to see him, but there was entirely too much of him for her to see. He wore nothing but his black jeans, and those were clinging perilously, inches below his sexy hipbones…

Damon steadied her by gripping her arms before she could stumble. And then he didn't release her immediately. His thumbs gently rubbed her skin, as if he was doing it unconsciously. Elena was very conscious of it though. On top of that, he was standing way too close for comfort, invading her personal space as usual.

He leaned over slightly to whisper close to her ear, "Goodmorning, Sunshine! You're early today. I didn't really expect to see you here yet."

Angry at herself for shivering when his cool breath tickled her ear, she looked up into his eyes, noticing for the nth time how blue they were, and groused, "I can see that!"

She felt Damon's eyes flit over her face, and judging by the smirk on his lips, she knew he had noticed her high color and the anger in her eyes.

He drawled, "What's the matter, Elena? I'm assuming Stefan got some bruises in the fight with the werewolves last night. Did he not want you to kiss them better?"

Elena raked her eyes up and down over his sculpted chest. "It seems you already found someone to kiss your bruises better," she spat without thinking.

Damon cocked his head, "Why, Elena, I didn't know you cared!"

His eyes bored into hers as he continued, "But if you were offering to ease my pain as well, then I'm sure I could find some other areas of my body that would greatly benefit from your... um... tender loving care..."

Elena slapped his hands away. "You wish," she snorted.

His eyebrows went up, so quickly she almost missed it, and he smiled that quirky half-smile that always made a gooey mess of her insides. "Well, of course I do," he murmured, "And secretly, so do you, of course..."

Elena ran.

AN: I hope Elena is not too much OOC, because she does not often seem unreasonable angry and snappy like that. I just thought that maybe she would not want to admit to herself she might be jealous of someone who got down and dirty with Damon, but instead she would get mad….

I already said that this is my very first fanfic, and I would like to know what you guys think ! So please review! Pretty please!

Also, I am not a native speaker, so I apologize for any errors in grammar or spelling…