Disclamer: I'm gonna borrow a few TVD characters, mainly just Elena and Damon, but for their own good. Too bad I don't own them. Ugh. No copyright infringement intended .

A/N: I've never written anything for TVD and this is my first try. I've been too obsessed with Delena lately, been reading fanfiction non-stop and the thought hit me. I need to write something! So here I go. Be nice to me, please and let me know what you think. Comments would make my day 3 One-shot in 3 parts.

P/S: If you leave me comments I'm uploading the second part later today ;) Enjoy!

P/P/S: I'm currently writing the second part and since I haven't gotten any comments I'm not publishing it until later :P But I've seen you guys followed this story, so I'm gonna upload it, hopefully tomorrow.

Part One.

• I wanna get drunk with you •

"I wasn't expecting to see you," Damon was gesturing for her to come in.

"I, I didn't want to stay home alone. It technically is still my birthday," Elena's eyes were hiding something, Damon could see it.

"Something else is bothering you. What is it, spill it," Damon was taking another long sip from his glass.

"Okay," sighing loudly Elena took the unfinished glass from Damon's hand and made a big gulp, crinkling her nose. Not like she didn't know it was Bourbon, but it was still too strong for her.

"Stefan called"

"He did?"

"He didn't tell anything, but I know it was him"

"You know what? It's still your birthday. We have more than an hour to make you feel better," Damon suddenly changed his face to a happier one, even a small half smirk formed on his lips. "I've a plan. It involves drinking"

"Damon…"

"Come on, you're 18, Elena. When was the last time you were drunk?"

"I've never been drunk"

"Then it's definitely the time to change that. It'll help, promise"

"I don't think it's a good idea, I don't know"

"For once, do something you don't do often"

"But we're not gonna drink Bourbon?"

"No, wine White, red?"

"Let's start with white"

Pouring the liquid into glasses Damon eyed Elena quickly, he could sense it, her heart wasn't at ease. She was tapping her shoe on the wooden floor, still wearing her white hills from earlier before.

"Okay, I tell you what to do and you do it, alright?" Damon handed her a glass and sat across from her on a chair.

"Depends on what you tell me to do"

"First step is an easy one. Take off your shoes and make yourself comfortable on the couch"

Kicking her shoes off and taking a sip she smiled, "My turn now"

"Ooh, sounds like a game to me"

"Maybe it is. Do you have a favorite song?"

"Sure. Spiral Staircase - More Today Than Yesterday"

"Never heard of this one. How come you didn't even take a second to think about it?"

"Well, it was my turn to ask questions and make orders, but okay, since it's your birthday. It's the 60s, I loved the 60s"

"I wanna hear it"

"Sorry, iPod's dead"

"You have an iPod?" Elena's eyebrows raised, curious smile was growing on her face"

"I see it's the game where you ask me questions and I answer them. Boring," Damon stood up and headed upstairs.

"Where are you going?"

"You'll see"

Finishing her glass Elena finally started to feel a little bit better, more relaxed, but still thoughts of Stefan never left her head completely. A few moments later Damon was back. Holding the guitar in his hands.

"You gonna play it? You can play the guitar?"

"One question at a time, birthday girl"

"Okay, one last order, deal? Refill," Elena put the glass to the nearby coffee table.

"You wasted your last order for a refill?"

"Yes. Now play me that song. You were going to do it anyway, right?"

"I'm not that much of a guitar player, but I'm willing to try"

Damon put the guitar on his lap, checking strings, tuning them. It was interesting to witness him doing that. A couple of minutes later after the tuning was done the chords filled the air. The guitar sounded good, you could tell it was going to be a catchy song. Then the singing began.

"I don't remember what day it was, I didn't notice what time it was,
All I know is that I fell in love with you, And if all my dreams come true,
I'll be spending time with you.

Every day's a new day in love with you, with each day comes a new way of loving you,
Every time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wander, if all my dreams come true,
I'll be spending time with you"

Elena was sitting there and listening in amusement, finally letting go of all the bugging thoughts, enjoying the company and Damon's skills. "Nice choice of a song," she thought to herself.

Ending the chorus Damon stopped and put the guitar aside.

"You know, I wasn't going to play the whole thing," smiling genuinely, Damon refilled his glass and noticed it was 11:53 p.m.

"7 more minutes and your birthday party is over"

"Yeah, and what about the last question from me?"

"Ask away"

"What would you wish for if it was your last wish? As in not just a birthday wish, but…" Elena didn't have to finish what she was going to say. Damon was inches away from her, looking into her eyes, fighting the urge to scoop the girl in front of him into a tight embrace, but instead he was lightly caressing her hands, preparing to say something, then suddenly changing his heart, he kissed her on the cheek, pulled away quickly, stood up and headed to the bar, for another bottle of wine, never answering the question.

Surprisingly, Elena was disappointed somehow about Damon's act. Maybe it was the wine, or Damon's charm or something else, she couldn't quite understand, but Damon's closeness was doing magical things to her. She definitely cared for the guy, she even told him she liked him, but another feeling was creeping in, that made her heart race, some kind of a desire to have him closer was growing inside of her.

Damon brought another bottle, opening it and pouring the glasses full.

"Happy birthday, Elena," the clock read 0:00.

"Bottoms up, Damon," smiling weakly, she took the glass and finished it in a few long sips.

"Easy there, honey"

"Maybe you're right, maybe for once in my life I need to get drunk and maybe I'll feel better"

"I'm not so sure anymore"

Elena looked more miserable than she was before she came an hour ago.

"I'll never know for sure if I don't try it. Refill," she commanded.

"Nope. It's enough for you"

"Damon, please, I'm 18, if I wanna drink I'm gonna drink"

"You're already drunk"

"I don't feel like I'm drunk"

"Stand up"

"Why?"

"Stand up. You'll see"

Dizziness. She wasn't sure that it felt too bad. But maybe Damon was right, it was enough.

"Well, I'm drunk and it sucks. It's not helping"

"You need to get some sleep now"

"No, I don't wanna sleep. I wanna play. Now your turn for questions"

"I don't feel like playing games, Elena" – Damon looked kind of bitter. It was always a torture for him being around her and knowing that she'd never be his girl that there would always be Stefan. He knew it damn well that the reason she came to him was not to hang out, but to find a way to help Stefan and find a way to kill Klaus.

"Can we just sit here for a bit more and then you'll get me home, okay?" – Elena took Damon's hand and forced him to sit down too. It was torturous. She was so close and so miserable and the only thing that could make her feel better was his brother. Who didn't give a shit and right now was probably draining someone dry feeling nothing but satisfaction with having a taste of blood in his mouth. Pressing her head onto Damon's shoulder Elena took a long breath and spoke, "I remember when I used to wanna learn how to play the guitar, but always thought I was too old for that." "You have good hands," Damon covered Elena's palm with his, "Almost as big as mine. You can learn to play it." How such a small touch could make you feel such a strong devotion? "Will you show me how to play it tomorrow then?" "I will. Now let me get you home." "I, I don't want to go home," Elena tried to smile but failed miserably, bursting into tears instead. "Ric's left, it just doesn't feel like home anymore, I don't wanna go. Can I?" – still shaking with sobs Elena turned her head facing Damon so close she felt shivers all over her body. Looking straight into his eyes she tried again, "Can I stay here?"