So this fanfiction is loosely based on the film ' Life as we know it,' only this version stars Damon and Elena instead of Katherine Heigl and Josh Duhamel.

I hope you enjoy it, because I think I will have an amazing time writing it!

Disclaimer- I own nothing. Julie Plec, Kevin Williamson and L.J Smith beat me to it.

The day Elena Gilbert first met Damon Salvatore was a cold one, during the month of the chilliest December known to date.

It had been suggested by Caroline Forbes and Tyler Lockwood -mutual friends of the pair- that the two should meet and get to know each other; a suggestion that didn't set well with Elena. Damon, being a typical man, had asked for a photo, and after seeing the beautiful brunette gracing the screen of his phone, he'd had no qualms about meeting her.

"Come on Elena," Caroline pleaded over hot beverages. The two girls were sat in Ernesto's coffee house, nursing piping hot cups of dark liquid to keep warm, but Elena simply shook her head. She wasn't having it.

"Caroline," Elena cut her off, not at all feeling bad for it like she normally would. "I'm getting a cold and all I would like is hot tea mixed with lemsip and honey and a good old fashioned film, preferably a comedy to cheer me up. Calamity Jane sounds perfect, I think."

"It's fun, Elena." Caroline chimed in, breaking her away from her daydream. "Do you remember the word fun? Remember what it means?"

Elena's eyes met the blonde's as she took another sip of coffee. "It means: you let loose for one night in over three years and drink till you can't remember shit."

"I have to work in the morning." There, she thought, a plausible reason.

Caroline cocked her head to the side, not quite buying her best friends excuse. "Tomorrow's a Saturday. Nobody works on a Saturday. Not even I work on a Saturday."

Mustering the sourest face she could, Elena sighed. "I do." She argued.

"No, Elena. You don't. Stop making excuses."

"Please, Caroline. Leave me be tonight. I don't feel up to meeting any stranger."

Caroline threw her head back and her hands began gesturing to back up her points. "Elena." She began. "You haven't been on a date in three years. You haven't had sex in at least 6 months, and you're 25 years of age. I just don't want you to die alone."

Elena snickered softly. "I won't die alone. I'll have a hundred and one cats to keep me company. But thanks for reminding me about the sex."

"Don't joke about this Elena." Caroline advised. "I want to be an auntie one day. And I can't be that if your eggs have dried up."

Elena nipped at her coffee again, staring out of the window at Mystic Falls locals doing tree and present shopping. She knew Caroline was right. If she didn't act now, she'd be shopping alone in ten years.

"Fine," She huffed out in defeat. "But don't expect me to dress up."

Although Elena didn't intend to dress up, she couldn't help but pick out her best dress and slip into it's matching heels six hours later. She had curled her normally straight brown hair and let it hang where it fell after adding a few pearl clips. She did her makeup last; making sure to make it noticeable, but natural. Then all she had to do was wait until the guy showed up.

Seven o'clock was the original plan of meeting, but Elena found herself waiting an hour for Damon to even arrive, and when he did, he didn't even look ready to be going out. He wore a black motorcylce jacket and matching dark wash jeans and was holding a matching black helmet undeneath his arm. Elena hoped that he wasn't going to take her to dinner on a motorbike. She wouldn't even be able to hike her leg up onto the seat.

"You must be Damon." She tried her best to smile when she opened the door, but she couldn't help the disappointment she felt. Sure, he was the hottest man she had ever seen, complete with smoldering blue eyes and a side smile to die for, he just seemed a little to up himself; too confident, too cocky.

"The one and only." He smirked. "And you're Elaine, right?"

Elena ground her teeth together, knowing full well he knew what her name was. "It's Elena." She corrected him.

"Oh," Damon simply said. "My bad."

Ignoring his plain and utter rudeness, Elena motioned for him to move out of the way. "Shouldn't we get going?"

Damon smirked again. "Sure."

Feeling as if he might just stare at her ass if she walked in front of him, she let him lead the way. She craned her neck to see if she could see a motorcycle in the driveway, and sighed when she saw it parked on the sidewalk.

"Hop on." Damon told her as they approached it and handed her a spare helmet. "Don't worry," He assured her when he noted her expression. "If you hold on tight, you won't fall off."

"Oh, I'm not worried about that," Elena laughed. "It's just, I'm not exactly dressed to ride to dinner on a motorcycle. Maybe if I was a whore you picked up on the street... but I'll drive." She suggested, loving how she wiped the smirk off his perfect face. "I just bought this new mini," she began to tell him. "and I love to drive it."

Damon, unsure of how he should reply to that, shrugged his shoulders. "Great." Was all he said before hopping into the smallest car he'd ever had the displeasure to ride in. "Nice ride."

Elena, knowing he didn't really mean it, feigned a smile. "Thanks! Now, where did you make reservations?"

Furrowing his brows, Damon looked at the brunette staring expectantly at him. "Reservations?"

"You didn't make any reservations?"

"Um, not exactly."

Strike two, Elena thought, let's see if he gets to three.

"We could just wing it though, right?"

Elena shrugged it off and started the engine. "Sure. No problem. I know this great little place called 27, just off main street."

"Sounds perfect." Damon smiled as his phone began to buzz in his pocket. He motioned for her to get going, but she didn't push on the gas.

"You can answer it you know." She told him. "I don't mind."

"No. That's okay."

Its buzzing continued, accomponied by an annoying ring. "No, really. Answer it. Please?"

Damon sighed and pulled the blackberry from his pocket, his face lighting up when he saw who it was. "Hey," He breathed into the speaker. "What's up."

Elena tapped on the steering wheel, waiting patiently for him to put the phone down, when what he was saying caught her attention. "Sure. I'll be there at ten. No. Wait." He glanced at her, meeting her gaze. "Make it nine thirty. Okay? See you then."

Elena cut the engine and turned in her seat to stare at him in disbelief. "What was that?" Definitely strike three. Asshole.

Shrugging, Damon slipped the phone back into his pocket. "It was my grandma. She's sick." He lied swiftly.

"Did you just answer a booty call?"

He was quick to answer. "No."

Elena shook her head, laughing at how stupid she was for even agreeing to go out with him in the first place. She hoped she gave him her cold. "You're kidding me right? Get out of my car."

Damon frowned. "I thought we were going to dinner?"

"Not now. Get out."

"Wait- what?"

"I said get out!" Elena yelled.

Damon opened the door and slid out as fast as he could onto the pavement before leaning over the top of the car to stare at her. "Woah, crazy lady. What, do you have bipolar disease? What's wrong with you?"

Elena jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind her to emphasise how angry she was. "What's wrong with me? You just made a booty call while I was in the car with you!" Her dress billowed around in the wind and she struggled to keep it down. "And now you think I want to go to dinner with you?"

"I don't know wh-"

"Don't insult me, Damon." She said his name like it was word vomit and turned on her heel to walk away, reminded with every step she took why she hadn't dated in three years. Jerks like that were the reason why. She left Damon behind, watching her as she walked away.

"Caroline?" Elena breathed into the phone. "The only way you can make it up to me is if you promise that I never have to see that jackass ever again."

So, what do you guys think? yay or nay?

over+outxo