All Grown Up

Diary Entry 13/05/12

Everyone tells me I've got the perfect life. I'm a cheerleader, I have surprisingly good grades and I have the perfect boyfriend. But sometimes perfect isn't enough. There's this guy I've liked for a good few years now. I feel really bad. The worst part is, that guy, is my boyfriends brother. Damon Salvatore. Maybe it's his lustful smirk or his sparkling blue eyes. I don't really know. Bonnie and Caroline have no idea. They're still mesmerised by his younger brother, My boyfriend, Stephen. He's the kind of guy every girl wants. But not me.

I awoke to the irritating sound of my phone vibrating against the table. I glanced at my alarm clock. It read 9:00am. Who the fuck texts at 9:00am on a saturday. Well I'm up anyway. I dragged myself out of bed and over to the table. It's from Stephen. I clicked on the text and read it.

Hey babe. I know it's early but...do you wanna come over to the Boarding House. I'm making Damon cook breakfast. How does pancakes and bacon sound? ~ Stephen xxx

Well if Damon's cooking...Could I really say no to that? I quickly typed out the text and sent it.

Sounds great. I'm surprised you managed to get Damon out of bed. Nevermind getting him to cook :D ~ Elena xx

If I was gonna go out this early in the morning, I had to have a double dose of caffeine. So I shuffled down the staircase, through the living room and into the kitchen. I put the kettle on and waited. Then I opened up the cupboard and grabbed a mug. The mug fell from my hand and smashed into pieces on the floor.

"The fuck Elena?! It's 9 in the fucking morning!" My twin sister Katherine shrieked from upstairs.

"Not my fault you didn't get in till 4 this morning" I snapped back at her. Katherine could be such a bitch sometimes. I heard her list a string of profanities. But I decided to ignore her. Once the broken mug was swept up I grabbed another mug and poured out some coffee. I added a bit of milk and walked straight past the jar of sugar. No time for T.V. So I ran up to my room. Jeremy had moved out and Jenna was at her boyfriends to I turned up the music on my stereo to piss Katherine off. Hmm...What's Katherine's least favourite song? I got it! Call Me Maybe! I was going to be extra cruel today. I started screeching the lyrics at the top of my lungs.

"3...2...1" I mouthed as the door blew open. Katherine stood in the hot pants and tube top she had on last night. She had a major case of bed head and her eyeliner was now smeared under her eyes. How the hell did she still manage to look attractive when she was such a mess? It's not fair. I started giggling at her expression. Bad idea. She lunged at me and climbed on top of me. She grabbed the nearest item. It happened to be a ballet flat. Well, At least it wasn't stilettos. She started beating me with it. I flipped us over and tried to pin her arms down. She was thrashing violently. If I didn't know her, I'd call her bipolar. She always had a bad case of moodies. Our code name for mood swings. We were in a major cat fight. We didn't notice Damon standing in the door frame. He was dressed in a tight fitted black top. You could see his muscles through it. He wore faded black baggy denims and of course a black leather jacket. His whole look screamed sex. I felt Katherine go still underneath me. She had finally noticed Damon. She looked down at her body and started to blush a deep crimson.

"No, No Continue" He chuckled. There was no way I was playing nice with Damon in jackass mode.

"What are you doing here?" I spat. He held up his hands in surrender.

"Don't be so touchy Lena" He smirked. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I loved it when he called me Lena. Everyone else called me Elena.

"Answer the question jackass" Katherine said her voice dripping with acid. She crawled out from under me. I looked down at myself and realised I was only wearing a pair or pyjama shorts and a tank top.

"Cute P J's Lena" He grinned. I tried to hide my smile with my hands.

"You still haven't answered her" Katherine growled.

"Your darling Stephen got worried because you weren't answering your phone. He just realised he had some stuff to do so he sent his slave Damon to cook for you" Damon said with fake enthusiasm.

"The stuffs in the fridge. Now get out I need a shower" I ordered. Damon started to argue but my icy cold stare changed his mind. He dragged his feet downstairs.

"That means you too. Sorry Kitty" I said to Katherine. I ended up having to push her out. Knowing Kitty, I decided to lock the door behind her.