A/N: Here's my little story for Delena fans. I don't own the vampire diaries, I just felt like writing about the characters. The story may seem a little out of character, but that's what has to happen if these kind of things are going to happen.

Chapter 1

3 Am

3 am was one of the most deplorable times to be awake. It was the line that separated day and night. It's hard to tell when you're trying to go to bed at 3 am if you're going to bed really late or really early.

I glanced at the clock for the fiftieth time and growled. Each minute that ticked by took over a million heartbeats to pass. It was only 3:15 and I wasn't even remotely close to being sleepy.

With an exasperated sigh, I sat up and grabbed my phone, mentally flipping through my friends to see who would be up this early and be willing to hang out or at least talk.

Bonnie, Matt, and Caroline were out of the question since I knew they had come back from a party around 1am. They'd want to sleep. Especially since there was school in a couple hours.

I could call Stefan, but for some reason I didn't really feel like seeing the concern that would spread on his face as he tried to find the source of my insomnia. It was annoying enough to have to deal with his constant over protective hovering, but add zero sleep to a mix and you got one cranky Elena.

There was always Damon. I knew he'd be awake. I rarely heard of a time when he was asleep. His habits of drinking booze and partying kept him in the frat boy persona for the rest of eternity. It was a good thing that as a vampire he had regeranting powers since his insides would probably be wrecked beyond repair if he were human.

Hi. You awake?

It only took a minute for him to respond, and before I opened the text, I hesitated. Did I really want to hang out with Damon?

Yeah. Bored out of my mind.

I could picture Damon rolling his eyes and lounging on the large sofa they had in the parlor, a glass just slightly filled with amber liquor dangling from his hand.

Want to hang?

While I waited for him to reply, I started thinking about things he and I could do together this late at night. I wasn't much up for getting wasted or being fed on, and since those were really the only two activities of Damon's I knew about, I was unsure if I wanted to partake.

I'm not alone.

I thought you said you were bored.

I am bored. But just because I'm bored doesn't mean I'm not preoccupied.

I glanced at the clock. Ten minutes had past, and still not even the beginning signs of fatigue were showing. Part of me wanted to hang out with Damon. It was the part I gave in to.

Wanna ditch your date and go do something?

Oh Elena, how presumptuous of you to think that I would drop whatever I'm doing to run to your side.

My eyebrow rose. Wouldn't you?

A couple minutes passed before he responded. It made me worry. Had I said the wrong thing? I hadn't meant to make him angry with me.

You're right. I'm game. I'll be there in a few.

C u soon.

It took me a couple tries to get out of bed and head to the dresser to put some proper attire on. Despite there being absolutely no want of sleep in my body, my bed was comfortable and warm and it was difficult for me to leave that and walk across the freezing hardwood floor to my dresser. Looking down at my clothes, I was able to push the discomfort out of my mind and throw on some jeans and a t-shirt over the booty shorts and bra that I had been wearing. The last thing I needed to have happen was for Damon to see me in my underwear.

"Aw, don't get changed just for me." A voice said from my window. I looked over and saw Damon sitting on my window sill, watching me with those predatory blue eyes of his. The smirk fixed in place on his lips as he got up to walk towards me.

I tried to back away, but he had his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him, before I could get very far.

"So, my dearest Elena. To what do I owe the honor of your company?"

I shrugged. "I couldn't sleep."

"So you called me instead of your beloved boyfriend?" His eyebrow rose.

"Yeah. Because I knew you'd be awake."

He sighed and let go of me, pushing me slightly towards the door as he sat down on my bed. "Your right. Stefan is so wrapped up in his wannabe human thing that he even sleeps like one." Damon grabbed my stuffed bear and made it dance across his lap. "He doesn't seem to realize that, as vampires, we don't need a heck of a lot of sleep."

"But apparently you need a heck of a lot of booze."

He shrugged and lay back on the bed, his body filling up the majority of my full sized mattress. He looked so comfortable just lounging in my personal space, and yet the darkness of his features and clothing clashed with the brightness of my room and thus made his existence here a perversion.

"Why do you drink so much, Damon?"

"Why do you hang around blood thirsty vampires, Elena?"

It was my turn to shrug. "Because they came into my life."

"Well, liquor came into my life at a young age and it kind of just stuck, you know?"

I sat down on the edge of the bed cross legged. If I had kept my feet on the wood floor any longer they would have frozen solid and I'd have ice feet.

"Thank you for coming, Damon." I said quietly. "I didn't mean to interrupt your date."

"Date?" He scoffed. "I didn't have a date."

I blinked. "But you said you had company over."

"Yeah", he nodded. "I was talking with Stefan."

"Did you tell him you were coming here?" I asked, my heart speeding up a bit. If Stefan knew that I had invited Damon over and not him, it would only end up fueling the jealousy and resentment he had towards Damon because we were developing a friendship. A friendship that was still in the conceptual stage.

"Yes. I said, 'Well brother, I'm tired of talking to you so I'm going to go and see what your darling little woman is up to.'"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Seriously?"

He rolled his eyes. "You're really gullible, you know that?"

"Did you know that gullible isn't in the dictionary?" I asked, unable to hide the grin of satisfaction as he looked genuinely perplexed, thinking about what I had said.

"Of course it is." He snapped, but he sounded uncertain. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Go look it up if you don't believe me." I pointed to the dictionary on the floor next to my backpack. He looked from me to the dictionary and then back to me. His eyes narrowed to slits and he chucked the teddy bear at my stomach.

"That isn't nice, Elena. Are you trying to make me upset?"

"Why would I ever do that?" I smiled, trying to look angelic.

He relaxed his glare and sat up straighter on the bed. "You have quite the devil in you. Why do you put up with my self-proclaimed saint of a brother?"

"Because I love him."

He scoffed. "Love has nothing to do with anything."

"Sure it does. Why else would you pursue Katherine for almost 150 years?"

The glare was back and he shook his finger at me. "This is why I drink."

"Because of Katherine?"

"No. Because of you." He got up and was at the window sill before I could breathe.

I held out my hand. "Wait." He turned and looked at me. "Don't go, Damon. I'm sorry. That was out of line."

He walked further into the room, eyeing me suspiciously as he leaned against my dresser. "What do you want, Elena? Why am I here?"

"Well, you were bored and I can't sleep so I figured we could hang out together."

"And be all buddy-buddy like?" He snipped.

"We were able to get along just fine in Atlanta."

He opened his mouth to retort, but closed it again. "Fine. What do you want to do, then?"

I tapped the open space next to me on the bed. "You wanna talk?" I asked as he sat next to me.

"So you can mention the evil ice queen again? I'll pass."

"Then what do you want to do?"

It made me glad to know he wasn't too upset with me when the smirk drew on his lips again and he glanced down at my neck.

"I am pretty hungry." He purred.

My hands went to my throat. "You're not getting a bite out of me."

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering centimeters from mine. "Who said I wanted your blood?"

I could smell the aftershave he used and the foresty scent of his cologne, the smell made my senses tingle. His lips looked soft and very kissable. If I had so much as twitched, I'd have been able to see exactly how soft they were.

Instead, I leaned back and lay down on the bed. His eyes widened a little bit and he moved closer to me, but I put a hand up to stop him. "Let's go somewhere," I whispered.

He glanced around. "Like where?"

I jumped off the bed and slipped my shoes on. "The falls. I haven't been there since the beginning of school and that's way too long."

I turned around to find that Damon was gone. When I looked out the window, he was sitting in the tree that was across from my room, perched like some magnificent bird.

"You're going to have to move." I said, standing up out of the window.

"Why don't you just use the door?" He growled, jumping down from the tree.

"The same reason why you don't." I smiled, stepping out onto the thickest branch and then scaling down the tree, trying hard not to think about Damon's gaze on my butt.

We walked over to his car, which was parked a couple houses down, and I waited for him to unlock the passenger side for me. He got dangerously close as he put the key into the door, and his lips brushed my cheek when he walked past to the driver's side.

"Don't you think that visiting the 'mystic falls' this late at night is just a tad bit too romantic of a place to be going with your boyfriend's brother?"

I slid into the passenger seat and buckled myself in. "It would only be romantic if I wanted it to be that way."

He started the car. "Do you want it to be that way?" He asked.

My lips formed 'no', but the word didn't leave them. Instead, I looked out the window and shrugged, earning me a laugh from Damon.

A/N: Like it? Hate it? Please review. No flames, please. It's my first fanfic.