Tears filled up her brown doe eyes, she couldn't help it. She knew this was coming, she knew it since the moment she had laid eyes on him and invited him over. It was her fault, but then again, she simply couldn't help it. She was drawn, just like every other girl who laid eyes on him, to him, but this was different. She was drawn to him not only by his good looks and piercing blue eyes that could get you entertained for hours, but his mysterious yet kind and funny side. She liked to watch him sleep, and see that frown he wore when she wasn't around disappear, or how his drops of sweat would run along his chest after they worked out, or how he simply laughed when she saw with venomous eyes the girls that ogled him, though she knew that she was the only girl that he was coming home to. Now all of that was gone in a blink of an eye; promises were broken, so many adventures couldn't be fulfilled.

They had warned her, had warned her what she was getting herself into when they were together. She knew what was going to happen, but for once, she simply didn't cared about the future. She just wanted to enjoy that summer, forget about the future or the consequences that their actions were going to have. Because, for once, she wasn't Elena i-have-everything-planned-ahead-of-time, she was Elena carefree, the girl she used to be back in high school.

She had lost too much, and, in that moment, she swore she wasn't going to let herself down: for him.

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Just A Dream

Prologue: Haven't met you yet.

"And I know that we can be so amazing, and being in your life is gonna change me, I just haven't met you yet."

2 months ago

Elena

The young brown-haired girl tapped her pencil on her wooden desk, staring indifferently at the wall where a projection was being held. Bored as hell, she started doodling in her biology notebook, somehow hoping that, if she did this, time would pass more quickly.

Even though she knows she should be paying attention to Mrs. Brooke's biology class, she can't help but be distracted and tap her foot to the floor, clearly anxious and wanting the bell to announce the end of another boring yet interesting semester and the start of a beautiful – and tired, since she had to work – summer. Many people were already actually paying attention, just like she should right now, but most of them were clearly anxious for the bell to ring, considering their impatient stares at the clock and their tapping feet. It's not like she was that excited for summer. Yeah, long warm nights and cold beer, partying all night 'till dawn, but the fact that she was the one handing over the beers and watching everyone party while waiting for her shift to be over, didn't exactly made her look forward something great this summer. Many people of her generation had told her to chill out and live her youth, that it wasn't forever, but she wanted to earn her own money and if that meant wasting most of her youth, then she would. She wasn't exactly teenager anymore, 19 years old and she didn't have a clue of what she wanted to be in life. It's not like she was alone though, most of the people in this class was in the same dilemma as hers.

It wasn't that she didn't like Mrs. Brooke's or her class, but the fact that they had seen the phases of Meiosis II since high school made her head explode. Many of the things Mrs. Brooke's taught were things they had already seen in high school, hell, even since middle school, considering they had seen photosynthesis just two topics before this.

Turning to the side, she saw Matt Donovan, her pal and partner in crime since diapers, also ex-boyfriend, peacefully sleeping, a big book in front of his face so the teacher wouldn't notice. Apparently, he was one of the kids who didn't gave a damn on their last day. She stifled a giggle, and he was the one that wanted to come to NYC's University, she thought with a roll of eyes, but a small smile playing on her lips. Matt had been her best and first friend since day one, all thanks that their mothers, Isobel Gilbert neé Flemming and Kelly, were best friends throughout their high school years. She had never planned on them to take the next step, to get in a relationship, since she didn't thought that way of him…and she certainly thought that feeling was mutual. But on Valentine's Day, Mystic Falls' High School had the amazing idea to held a Valentine's Day ball, and when Matt had asked her to go with him she couldn't bring herself to say no. She really thought they were just going as friends, she ignored the googlie eyes and the eyebrow game her friends were doing as she told them.

Though all of that thoughts changed when he said those words: I'm in love with you. And that's how it started…and ended in their senior year, when he began dating Rebekah Mikaelson, who is now captain of the University's swimming team and one of her best friend's.

She felt her shoulders relax – which she didn't knew she had tensed them through-out the whole class until now – when the bell rang, hearing and letting out a laugh as everyone sighed in relief. There were some mutters such as Finally and God, I swear Mrs. Brooke's class is the most boring one ever. At that comment, she felt the urge to defend one of her favorite teachers, but deep down she had to agree that her class was indeed boring. Standing up from the desk she had been seating for two hours in a road, she gathered her highlighters, textbooks and notebooks on her bag before she joined Matt, who was waiting for her on the door frame of the class.

Matt sighed, running a hand through her dirty sandy-blonde hair while the other was holding his books. "I swear, people who suffer from insomnia should really take Mrs. Brooke's class," He commented as they walked through the hallways that were packed with people more than usual, "Why did we chose this class, again?" He asked.

"Because…" She started saying, before trailing off…why had they chose it again? They had heard the bad reputation that followed Mrs. Brooke's, and they still chose it.

He smirked, his brilliant blue eyes glistening as a ray of sun passed through them. "Exactly." He concluded before wrapping an arm around her, ignoring the jealous looks she had received it as he did that. Matt was basically the stereotype of a sweetheart: blue eyes, blonde hair, cute smile and kind and funny personality…she on the other hand, well, she wasn't exactly a sweetheart, nor popular, but liked by everyone. Basically every girl of their age or younger had a crush on Matt, so they were all jealous of Rebekah, the lucky girl, as they called her. "So, you ready for an amazing summer?"

She sighed, but plastered a big fake smile on her face. She was about to say how awful and boring this summer was going to be, but when she saw her best friend's hopeful and excited eyes she couldn't bring herself to ruin his excitement and happiness. "Of course, this is going to be the best summer yet." She replied, with the same cheery and happy voice she had used, though it sounded more high and fake than she had intended.

Matt being Matt, didn't noticed it and he continued walking with her, walking her to her dorm where probably her best friends, Caroline Forbes and Bonnie Bennett, were already packing for leaving today to Mystic Falls, their hometown.

As they walked towards the dorm, she had the chance to admire the beautiful campus; people sitting together, some alone, couples kissing and some just cuddling. This wasn't exactly how she had pictured her perfect university, nor was the experience she had expected, but something was something. She had expected parties, amazing and funny people as teachers, cute and hot guys, even a gay male friend, but she perhaps reading too much fictional-stories and fan-fiction had made her get her hopes up in college. No, this was real life, the life where you had to work hard to get something. This was not a cliché movie where you got everything handed, that if you wanted to be a singer they would suddenly discover you by just muttering a song in a street, or discover your written work because you accidentally left it in a coffee shop and a famous publisher was casually sitting there. No, it just didn't work like that. The same went for boys, that your crush wouldn't just casually walk over to you and talk to you, you had to build value and walk over and talk to him.

Which all led to this: she wanted to love someone. Not a brotherly love type, or parent love, even friendly type, she wanted someone to love. To say I love you and that person say it back, to kiss someone goodnight and talked to 'till morning. She was jealous of Rebekah and Matt, not because she wanted Matt, but because of how much they loved each other. They were one of those couples you knew they were going to last forever. Unlike Elena's relationships that hadn't ended up really great, considering the last one cheated on her. Though that didn't mean she was going to stop trying to find the one, wasn't she? He was going to be amazing, he would care about her, and everything will be perfect…the only problem is that she hadn't met him yet

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"Blue or red?" A blonde-haired girl asked, handing up two pairs of bikinis so her friends could choose between them. Everybody, especially her, since she had known her since kindergarten, could sense the blonde girl was beyond excited for this summer. It had been a really tough week. With finals arriving and projects to finish, they hadn't had a moment to relax.

Elena smiled, pointing to the blue one. "The blue one," She replied, "It makes your eyes look brighter and pop up." She quickly added.

If she had known something about her bubbly friend throughout the whole time they've been friends, it's that you – mostly always – had to elaborate when it came to fashion.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Elena noticed it was late-past 9pm, it was early and yet she was so tired, probably because of the stress that today's exam had brought.

"Both, they look great on you." Her other friend, also known as Bonnie Bennett or the most intelligent girl of their generation, commented from her suitcase, which was half-packed with biology books. Caroline, flipping back her curly blonde hair, shook her head with eyebrows raised, as if she wasn't approving what she was carrying…which was exactly what was happening. "What?" Bonnie asked, innocently and naive.

"Oh no, you don't, Bonnie Bennett." Caroline said, taking steps towards her and grabbing one of her books. "This is summer break, we are not presenting Gregor Mendel's laws and investigations five-hundred paged exam." She rolled her bright blue eyes. She made a face when Bonnie had made a move to get back her books. Her caramel-skined friend glanced at her friend with a supportive look.

Elena shrugged, half-wanting to help Bonnie and half-being right with Caroline. "Sorry, Bon-Bon, but she's right." Elena said, making clear she was siding with Caroline on his one. Caroline shot Bonnie a child-like smile before finishing what she was packing.

Bonnie was about to start another argument, that had something to do about how important genes were in our lives and that she had to study it because she didn't understand it, when the door flew opened. A blonde-haired girl with pink-dyed hair at the bottoms entered the room, her hair still wet from the swimming she had done earlier.

"Hey, 'Bekah." Elena greeted one of her best friend's from high school, shooting her a smile and earning one back.

"Hey girls, I just wanted to check-up and see what you were up to." Rebekah said with her british accent, sitting on Elena's bed next to her suitcase.

Caroline shrugged with a smile. "We're just finishing packing for tomorrow. You're coming, right?" She asked. Out of the four girls, Caroline and Rebekah were the ones that got along more, probably because of their love – more like obsession – for fashion and boys.

Suddenly, Rebekah looked guilty, looking alway and hiding her face on her hands. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I totally forgot to tell you, guys…I'm not coming to Mystic Falls' this year."

The three hanged their mouth's opened, Rebekah loved Mystic Falls. "What, why?" They three asked in unison.

She bit her lip. "We are going to pass summer break on England, back at home." She said. "But-But I promise I will convince my dad so we can visit." She added, noticing the anger on her friend's faces.

Rebekah came from a really wealthy family on England, the Mikaelson's. They consisted of six siblings counting her: Klaus, Elijah, Finn, Kol, and Henrik. They had moved to Mystic Falls when the Mikaelson Company opened up there, forcing the youngest siblings, Rebekah, Kol, and Henrik to move there.

"You better." Caroline said, wrapping her arms around Rebekah. Then, she proceed to close her suitcase, so loudly as if she was making clear she had finished packing all of her stuff. 3 suitcases, Elena counted, typical Caroline.

Rebekah laughed, noticing the same thing. "Anyways, I gotta get going. I just wanted to say hello, get your beauty sleep, girls." She said before closing the door behind her.

She didn't carried much clothes, since most of them were at home. Just a few summer dresses, underwear, bikinis and some flip-flops. At the outside's of Mystic Falls' was a beauty full beach, Mystic Beach, as they some called it, though its official name was Azul Fall's.

Taking a book to bed while hearing her two best friends argue more, she drifted up to her current book, The Phantom Of The Opera.

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Damon

Waking up on a bed hard as a stone – if you could consider a small mattress and a blanket bed –, with gun shots and screams as a daily alarm wasn't really cosy – Damon certainly knew that. He had lived back in Afghanistan for a year now, fighting on the war and he didn't liked it, none a bit, and more if he wasn't defending his own country. He had been forced to leave his studies at the age of 18 and join to the army by his the horror he called father, Guiseppe. He had suffered a lot and had studied hard to join a good med school and someday become one of the best doctors, but all of his dreams, hopes and goals had been shattered.

"Sir, sir, wake up." Damon felt a small tingle on his body, also a finger pocking his cheek. He heard the screams, the pain, the grief, the sorrow, every single thing that haunted him every single day of his life. He saw blood, dead bodies lying dead on the floor, the soldiers screaming to him to go back, the pain of a bullet and the horror you felt when you pulled down the trigger. His eyes flew opened and he stared at chocolate brown eyes. Forcing himself to believe he was no longer on the war but on an airplane towards his hometown, Damon stared blankly at the petit brunette-haired girl in front of him. Cold drops of sweat were running on his front and he was trembling, the effect he had after a nightmare. He didn't noticed, but the girl had turned around blushing. He was staring at nothing in specific, but concentrating on calming himself down taking deep breaths, just as his counselor had advice him.

Looking at the window right behind him, he tried not to think that there were bombs coming off the sky, threatening to explode right beside the ground and killing anyone that was close. He had seen one explode right in front of his eyes, but Alaric, one of his best friends, had thankfully yelled at him to run before it could catch him and kill him.

In a few minutes we will be landing on our destination, Mystic Falls. Please, buckle up your safe belts and remain in your seats.

Ah, Mystic Falls, the dead town that he had left behind like an old friend. There was his father, who didn't hated him but didn't loved him enough. His brother, Stefan, the golden-boy and the one the girls always chose. There was Violetta, his mother and the one who didn't gave her the back. Then…there was Katherine Pierce, the girl whom he had loved the most and gave everything to.

They had met on his senior year, he was the most wanted girl in town and he had the privilege of calling her his girlfriend. After he left for the army, they had remained in contact, and he had truly believed they were meant for each other and she loved him as much as he did. He was dead wrong. So wrong. After two years on the army, he had come back home to find Katherine with Stefan, in a not-too-decent position. He knew Katherine was a bitch, but he defiantly did not think she was a cheater. But he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction to break his heart forever, to mark him as hers, or that he will always be hooked with her. No, he will move on, and he had made that promise when he left for the war.

This summer was going to be different. No war, no death. Just fun, alcohol, and girls. He was finally free, even if it was only for 2 months.

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A/N: Hey guys! Yep, I'm back with a new story :D …and if you don't know me (which you should 'cuz im awesome) I'm Adriana, but call me Ana. By the way, I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language so I'm really sorry for any mistakes.

This is kind of based on Dear John (a movie, if you didn't know) but not really, since I haven't watched it complete (I have watched the first 15 minutes). It's not really since the movie's plot is on letters and here are no letters include, my friend, so with that, the plot is mine :D So considering I've only watched, like, 15 minutes of the movie, any similarities are pure coincidental and unintentional.

I didn't want to write about the cliché that Damon/Elena fan-fictions have that it's that one of them doesn't believe in love. So I made them both believe in love, though Elena is waiting for the one…and Damon, well, he's being the womanizer. This Damon is strong and doesn't depend of anyone :D but that doesn't mean his perfect, I don't want a damn Gary Stue in my story, dude.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. All the rights go to Julie Plec.