Hey readers, this is meant to be funny and immature, so please review, good or bad, advice or commentary, rain or shine.

Elena was just closing the front door behind her, after going out to get some groceries, when she heard a loud thump. She was on immediate alert, crouching to quietly set down her grocery bags and to grab a slender stake that she kept hidden in her left boot. Thump, she heard again, and then again.

Thump, thump, thump.

The noise sounded like it was coming from upstairs, so Elena gripped her stake and started moving cautiously up the stairs. As Elena got to the landing, she heard a constant banging, possibly coming from her room. Elena's first thought was that Jeremy was being kidnapped by a vampire, but she quickly remembered that Jeremy was working at the Grill. So she spent the next few seconds calculating just who would be in her bedroom making such a noise. She thought that the thumping noise was too constant for it to be the sound of two people fighting, so her only other thought was that it was someone's head being banged against the wall.

Elena reached her bedroom door and shoved it open.

"Damon!" she shouted surprised. "What are you doing? I told you no jumping on my bed!"

"Oh," Damon said jumping up.

"Hey," he jumped again.

"Elena," he smirked.

As Damon jumped up and down, his arms flung wide and the ends of his hair sprung up around his head. He had a huge grin on his face, and he must have been jumping for some time, because there was a slight flush in his cheeks. Another sign of his continued jumping was the state of the comforter and sheets, which were folded neatly after Elena woke up this morning and were now tangled in a knot under Damon's feet as he jumped up and down, wrinkling them further.

"Damon you can't jump on the bed!"

"And why not?"

"Arg," Elena groaned thinking, "because you're an adult, and it's not your bed!"

"Oh come on Elena, you know that my bed isn't as springy as yours," he whined.

Elena shrugged and nodded, knowing that it was true.

"Damon you're like one hundred and twenty-eight years old, are you seriously jumping on the bed?"

"Yes, it's fun," he smiled, pushing with his legs to jump higher.

"Have you ever heard of a story about monkeys that liked to jump on the bed?"

"Nope."

"Well, one falls down and bumps his head," she warned.

"Hey that rhymed!"

Elena stood with her arm folded and shot Damon a look.

"Elena," Damon rolled his eyes, "I'm a vampire, I have the reflexes of a cheetah. I'm not going to fall off the bed."

"You'd be surprised," Elena said, "Come on, you've jumped for long enough, get off."

"No."

"Yes, Damon," Elena insisted.

"No, not until you jump with me."

"No."

"Please Elena, you won't realize how fun it is until you try it."

"We are under the constant threat of death, and you jump on the bed?"

"Yes! We are under the constant threat of death; therefore we must jump and find joy in the little things life has to offer, like jumping on the bed. Come on, Elena, live a little."

"Fine," she grumbled, "but you're fixing the sheets."

Elena slipped off her shoes and Damon stopped jumping to give her a hand up onto the bed. When Elena got onto her feet, Damon started bouncing.

"Come on, Elena."

So Elena started slightly springing up and down, barely lifting her feet from the mattress.

"No, you're not doing it right, we have to get in sync if you want to jump really high."

So Elena watched and made sure to jump up when Damon was falling down, and they managed to jump pretty high. Damon was right, her bed was quite springy.

"If only you ceiling were higher, then we could do tricks and flips."

"Don't push it."

"Oh, come on, you have to admit this is fun."

"Well, it's certainly odd, but it's a nice stress reliever," she breathed, smiling.

"See, and you wonder why I do this every day?"

"You jump on my bed every day?"

"Elena, it's so springy, how can you resist not jumping on it?"

"You're a child."

"Yeah, but you still think I'm sexy."

Elena rolled her eyes, but she smiled and grabbed Damon's hands as they jumped together.

"So," Damon said as he bounced up.

"I"

"Have"

"An idea."

After work, Jeremy sighed as he walked up the steps to the front door and picked up the newspaper that had been flung onto the doormat. As Jeremy was reaching into his pocket for his keys, he heard a thud following by giggling coming from inside.

Oh great, he thought, what are they up to now?

As Jeremy opened the door, he first heard a collective shouting of 'One, Two, Three!" Which he then answered with, "what the hell are you guys doing?"

And then Jeremy was immediately met with the thundering sight and sound of Damon and Elena thumping down the stairs on top of a mattress and crashing in a tangle of arms and legs at the foot of the stairs.

Damon and Elena were laughing so hysterically it looked like they were having trouble breathing.

"What are you guys doing?" Jeremy shouted.

Damon and Elena stopped laughing abruptly and turned to look at Jeremy, but after a few seconds of looking at his enraged expression they quickly burst into laughter again.

Jeremy crossed his arms and waited.

"We're mattress surfing!" Elena proclaimed.

"And why are you mattress surfing?" Jeremy sighed exasperated.

"Because it's fun," Damon laughed.

"This is what Damon Salvatore likes to do for fun?"

"Well, she wouldn't let me into her pants, so…"

Elena elbowed Damon in the side as Jeremy said, "Come on man, that's my sister."

"It's okay Jer, come on Damon, let's do it again," Elena said.

"Okay, now that's more like it," he said standing up, grabbing a corner of the mattress to lift it up the stairs.

"Wait," Jeremy said, "Is that my mattress?"

"Elena's wouldn't fit on the stairs," Damon conceded.

"You're using my mattress to surf down the stairs!"

"Sorry Jer," Elena called as she carried the mattress further up the stairs.

"Wait, if it's my mattress, I get a turn too!"