I really have no idea where this came from. I was trying to update Freaky Vampires (I'll update it soon I promise!) when the whole thing deleted cuz I am completely horrible at anything electronical. So, I wrote this. Haha. Okay so here are a couple things to know before reading this fic. First, Elena was never adopted and her parents are Miranda and Grayson. Second, Damon and Stefan aren't vampires. Damon is only 2 years older than Elena and Stefan. Heh. Third, characters might seem OOC,But Elena's parents never died, so she's happier. And Katherine never existed, so Damon's still nice. Well, enjoy!
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Elena would always remember that day like it was yesterday.
She could still feel everything perfectly, from the smell of freshly cut grass and untamed flowers drifting on the wind, to the sharp prick of weeds on her chubby thighs, to the sound of sweet chirping birds and scrabbling squirrels. Up above the sky was a clear blue, with no clouds. The sun beat down her as she lounged on the clean, crisp grass. A perfect summer day.
She was only five at the time, a ripe innocent age, where her only worry was how to not eat her vegetables. It was the last summer before she had to attend school, and Elena didn't know at the time how much she should've enjoyed it.
Elena had lived in Mystic Falls all her life and she knew she never wanted to leave. She loved everything about the small, quaint town. She especially loved her neighbors. On her right lived Mrs. Flowers, a sweet old lady who loved to talk about when she was a little girl while petting one of her many cats. Most people seemed to avoid Mrs. Flowers, but Elena loved her incessant babble and her lazy cats. On the left used to live Mr. Gibbons, a middle aged police officer who moved out to find a bigger job in a big city. Now it was just an empty house, but the sign on the yard read SOLD.
Down the street lived Matt. Elena loved Matt and knew that he was the boy she was going to someday marry. Whenever Matt's mom was out of town, which was often, Matt came to stay at Elena's house. They would always play house, where Elena was the mom and Matt was the dad. He never complained, like Tyler would. Tyler was Matt's friend, though Elena couldn't fathom why. He would look at Elena like she was a disease, and fling stuff at her.
Inside her house, Elena could now hear high squeals and her mom's laughter. Her mom had gone inside to find a camera so she could freeze in time Elena sitting idly on the grass, with her pink dress and ribbons in her chocolate brown hair. Her brother Jeremy, who was just turned three, probably was playing tag again. She smiled.
Elena was picking a weed flower, a small purple thing, when she heard a lazy rumble come down the street. It was a large white truck, followed by a sleek black car. They came to a stop outside the house next to her. A gruff looking man stepped out of the white truck and opened the back. Another man had stepped outside of the black car and said something to the truck man, his hands whipping around in angry motion. Truck man said something back, and pulled a large box out and walked inside the house next to Elena's followed by the other man.
She stood up shakily and hopped over to the white truck. She hid quickly behind a tall oak and peeked out to watch the strange men without being seen. They were gone. Instead, two little boys were making their way out of the black car, eyeing their surroundings warily.
One was short and slightly chubby with short light brown hair. The other was taller skinny and awkward looking with long unruly black hair that continually fell into his eyes. Elena smiled. They seemed nice. They didn't look like the kind of boy that flings mud and had cooties, like Jeremy or Tyler. The two looked more like Matt: sweet and careful.
Without another thought Elena skipped over to them, her pigtails swaying cheerfully. The boys turned to her, studying her carefully. Elena grinned.
"Hello!" she chirped, her voice high and excited. The short chubby boy looked down in embarrassment but the black haired boy smiled back.
"Hey." he said quietly, looking shy.
"I'm Elena." she continued, putting her hands on her hips, like she often saw her mother do.
"I'm Damon." said the black haired boy, his blue eyes sparkling. He looked at the chubby boy, who was still staring at the ground kicking at the dirt bashfully. The boy named Damon rolled his eyes. "This is my little brother, Stefan." Elena opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a loud and sudden bang.
It was those two strange men one of which was yelling in a loud voice with violent words Elena had never heard before. He spotted the two boys and yelled "What are you two doing just standing here? Go pick up a box and help!" His face was red and strained.
"Yes father!" Stefan practically jumped up with excitement and ran to the back of the truck. He grabbed a small cardboard box, huffing and turning red at the weight of it. On the side of the box read STEFAN STUF with backwards F's. Asthe man watched his little son his face softened and then lit with great pride. When he turned to Damon however, who was still staring at Elena like there was nothing he'd rather do, his face only showed distaste and contempt. He shook his head and helped the truck man with a large couch.
"Do you wanna play sometime?" asked Damon. Elena grinned, a bright smile even with one of her front teeth missing.
"Sure." she said happily. She thought Damon seemed really nice, especially when he was smiling, which he was now.
From inside the house boomed a voice. "Damon! Come help your brother or so help me I'll..." the voice trailed off threatingly. Damon sighed, smiling faintly to quell the fear on Elena's face. "I should go." he said apologetically. He quickly ran to the house.
"Wait!" Elena cried. He turned back. "Will I see you again?" she asked. She was suddenly afraid for her new friend.
Damon grinned widely, showing that he was also missing one of his front teeth. "Of course you will." He said, and turned back to walk into the house, every once in a while, turning and smiling. Elena waited until he was in the house before she skipped back to her house, feeling giddy.
She couldn't wait to see him again.
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The next day, Elena saw him. She went with Mrs. Gilbert to Damon's house to welcome the family to their neighborhood. Miranda prided herself on being on close terms with everyone in the neighborhood. Elena felt excitement bubbling inside her at the thought of seeing Damon again. She was practically jumping up and down as they walked to the house, and Miranda noticed. She smiled at her daughter's excitement.
They knocked at the door while Elena continued to bubble. "And I think they're brothers and he has blue eyes like Matt and the little boy is quiet and he stares at dirt a lot and they had a truck with boxes and the daddy is loud and…" The door opened revealing Damon's father. He opened his mouth, but closed it, confused when he saw Miranda's welcoming smile and the homemade apple pie sitting warmly in her hands, steam still curling into the hot air.
"Hello! I'm Miranda Gilbert and this is my daughter, Elena. We live next door to you." She motioned to their house to left. Elena was looking around the man's leg, trying to see if she could find Damon. "Here, I made you a pie. Kind of a welcoming present." She handed him the pie, and the man stared at it awkwardly.
"Thank you." He said, looking touched. "My name is Giuseppe Salvatore. Why don't you two come in?"
Miranda smiled. "Sure" she said. "Come on Elena." Elena followed her mother in, still looking for her friend. They sat down on a couch in the almost empty living room. It was bare except for a couch, love seat and a large fireplace.
The adults engaged in small talk about work and weather, and Elena's mind began to wander. She picked at the yellow thread on her pick dress. Giuseppe noticed her boredom. "Elena why don't you go play with my sons? Stefan is the same age as you and Damon is only twoyears older. Stefan! Damon! Get down here!"
Elena perked up instantly as Stefan appeared, pulling an annoyed Damon. "Let go of me."Damon muttered. The annoyed look faded to a smile as he saw Elena.
"Hey." He said shyly.
Giuseppe frowned. "You two go and play with Elena."
Miranda smiled. "Have fun dear!"
Elena scrambled off the couch and quickly made her way to Damon and Stefan.
"So…"he said, as they walked outside into the hot air. "Whatcha wanna do?"
Elena's mind lit up with all of the possibilities. "I have an idea." she said.
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Ten minutes later, Damon and Elena found themselves perched on a low branch of a giant, staring out into the vast town. Stefan sat on the groung, picking at the grass, and looking up nervously at his brother every once in a while.
"Isn't it pretty?" Elena asked. She looked sideways at Damon, nervous as to what he thought of her favorite place.
"Yeah." Damon looked at her and smiled. "It's beautiful." She was beautiful, with the sun showing gold glints in her dark brown hair.
"You wanna be friends?" asked Elena. She really liked this boy.
"Sure." Damon said. "Best friends."
"Pinky promise?" She held out her pinky, and Damon quickly linked it with his.
"Pinky Promise. Best friends forever."
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So that's it! Should I continue? Like it? Hate it? Any ideas for the future? I'd like to go through all the years of their childhood, but only if you guys liked it. So drop me a line and tell me what you thought. It only takes a few seconds and means the world to me! Lol.