A.N.! This is my first story but it came to me suddenly and I had to write it down right away. Please Review! Im always looking for new ideas and criticisms.

ALSO! I decided on making Elena a bit more wild.

Disclaimer: I dont own any of the characters but I wish I owned Damon :)

June 5th 2011

Dear diary,

Today was the last day of school and Im almost sad. I think its because school is structure, and right now I need structure. My dad John and my mom Isobel got divorce last week and it hurts. Sure, my dad is an ass and doesn't deserve my mother, but he's my dad and I miss him. My mom has full custody since dad has been labeled a 'tweaker' and is unable to 'care for a child.' Im not a child. Im 17 and heading off to college next year. I'll still see him if I want, though I really don't want to.

But on a happier note, I have new neighbors. The Salvatore's. Stefan and Damon. Or is it Steven? Oh well, it starts with an "s." Lets say its Stefan. Stefan is super hot! :) He's about six feet tall and is muscular. His hair is kinda weird because sometimes it looks light but other times its dark. Stefan has some of the most amazing green eyes though. OH! I forgot to mention how he's gonna go to high school with me. Like I said though, Stefan is hot but he has nothing on his older brother Damon. Just writing his name make me all bothered.(in a good way though)

Damon is…. There is no word to describe that man. Oh did I mention he's a man? Like a college guy. I heard my mom say he was in culinary school. A guy that can cook, that just made him 10x more sexy. But how he looks is what I should be talking about because I cant tell anyone about the way I feel inside when I look at him. I'm on fire, more so in the more southern regions then anywhere else. But Damon is the tiniest bit shorter than Stefan. His hair is like raven feathers, it glints violet in direct sunlight. His eyes are the color of the sky on the clearest day. Did I mention how muscular he was yet.? Not like gross body builder type but oober sex god kind. His room is on the same side of the house as me, like directly across from my window.

Before when the Kamp's lived there, Mr. Kamp who was super hairy and gross would walk around naked. It was sooo yucky! But now I'm grateful for the huge window because Damon sleeps in his boxer briefs only. It like every girls fantasy come true. I'm just so turned on all the time and I cant help it. Damn him! I should go to sleep now before my mom gets suspicious as to why my light is till on. I'll write more tomorrow. Good night!

*June 7th 2011, 10:30 p.m.*

I walked around through the house looking through boxes. Most of them were labeled with Stefan's name on them. Only a few belonged to me.

147 years after Katherine died and we were still living together. I had forgiven him in the fifties after I realized it wasn't really any of our faults. I loved Katherine but Stefan is my brother and he's the only family I have left. Sure, he's a pain in the ass with his constant do-gooder attitude and bunny-rabbit diet, but it sure beats being alone. So we moved here to mystic falls: this is where it all began. We lived here so many years ago and now we were back.

I don't understand though why he chose this house. It was so average sized. We were rich after all. Money does accumulate quite a bit throughout the years. He said that it was so we didn't draw attention to ourselves. We moved back to one of the most superstitious towns in the U.S. Drawing attention wouldn't be that hard.

I finally found the boxes I was looking for and carried them up to my room. I unpacked them in less than a minute, setting up my room perfectly. I looked around satisfied with my work and plopped down on the big California king sized bed that barely filled the room at all. I got the master bedroom of course and it took up most of the upstairs. Stefan had the entire basement but I figured it was so he could do his normal brooding and self pitying by himself.

I stretched out on my back and rolled my shoulder trying to relax. I was actually very tired, it had been a very long day.

I had my eyes closed for a total of two minutes before music started blasting. My eyes snapped open irritably. I thought it was Stefan for a moment until I looked out my oversized window to see a girl dancing around in her bedroom.

Her hair was still damp and she was in a tight blue tank top and had light pink boy shorts on. I noted that her window was almost if not as large as mine. I wondered if she knew I was watching her. She continued to prance around, shaking her ass and wiggling her hips in the most seductive manor. I hoped I would get a show like this every night. But then I saw her face. I took a sharp breath. Katherine.

No Katherine had been dead for almost 150 years. She had stopped dancing and was looking at me. A small blush had begun to creep across her cheeks. She couldn't be Katherine I confirmed when I saw her eyes. Her eyes were warm and molten chocolate while Katherine's had been cold and unforgiving. She was a doppelganger and I would have her. I smirk-smiled and waved teasingly before I walked over to the bed shedding my clothes till I was in my underwear. I crawled under the sheets and smirked again before falling asleep.