A/N: Hi, so, I'm back with another story. This is my first multi-chapter fic, and I hope you like it. =)
Chapter 1: The strangest thing
Elena went to the boarding house, searching for Stefan. She was furious with him. She had a perfect reason for it, too. Katherine was back in town, and he was after Stefan. Elena had thought Stefan had gotten over her a long time ago, but clearly, she couldn't have been more wrong. Katherine's deal was that she wouldn't kill Elena if Stefan kissed her. Of course, the martyr he is, he agreed. However, while kissing her, Stefan got a little bit carried away. Meaning, they slept together. Just like that. Elena, along with Damon, and probably the rest of the world had thought such behavior from Stefan was impossible. Yet he'd proved them wrong.
It had been nearly a week since Elena last talked to Stefan - she'd been avoiding him to spare herself from his pathetic attempts to apologize. She wasn't nervous about seeing him again. She was just plain angry.
She opened the boarding house door and let herself in. Slowly, she walked into the parlor, half-hoping it'd be empty. She had no such luck. Damon was sitting on the couch, staring at the fireplace with a glass of bourbon in his hands.
"Where's Stefan?" Elena asked without bothering to say hi.
"Good afternoon to you, too, honey," he replied without turning around, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Don't call me honey," she snapped.
"Gee, someone's pissed. Still trouble in paradise?"
"No," Elena replied a bit too fast, causing Damon to smirk. "Maybe."
Elena was fuming, and she had an urge to slap the smirk off of Damon's face for good.
"You didn't answer my question, though. Where is Stefan? I really need to talk to him."
"Chasing Bambi in the woods, I suppose."
"When will he be back?"
"How am I supposed to know? It's not like I'm his father with a curfew," he snapped. Elena sighed, then, trying to calm herself. Damon hadn't done anything wrong. On the contrary, he'd been decent. It was Stefan she was mad at.
"I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to be like that," she apologized, regretting her short temper.
"No worries, Stefan can drive you mad sometimes. Trust me, I would know," he said, smirking. "He takes the protective boyfriend role a little bit too far, don't you think?"
Elena sighed, knowing deep down that Damon was actually right. However, a part of her said Stefan had only wanted to protect her and keep her safe. But the dominating part of Elena's mind still said it didn't make it okay to sleep with Katherine. Damon was still right.
"You know I'm right," Damon said as if reading her mind. Elena didn't say a word. Suddenly, Damon was right in front of her, their faces now uncomfortably close.
"You don't need to keep pretending everything's okay when it clearly isn't. He's not as perfect as you make him out to be," he said, his breath mixing with hers. Elena had a hard time keeping her head clear with Damon's face so close. She tried to breathe normally, but didn't quite succeed, and her attempt in breathing came out as if she were suffocating. Which she almost was. Damon noticed it and smirked. When Elena finally got her breathing back to normal, she said,
"Neither are you."
She hoped she didn't sound as breathless as she felt.
"I know I'm not perfect. I've never claimed to be. However, I am pretty darn close, aren't I?" Damon said, leaning his face even close, causing Elena to gasp for air once again. And, as cliché as it sounded, at that moment the door opened and Stefan stepped in. Seeing Damon and Elena in a position like that, confusion washed clear over his face.
"What's going on here?" he asked and Elena blushed deeply. Stefan looked at his brother, mouth drawn into a tight line. Damon was only smirking.
"Oh, nothing. Just... catching up," he lied. Elena stepped away from Damon, her face flushing scarlet, and, trying to clear her head, said,
"Stefan, we need to talk."
"Yeah we do. In my room." Stefan walked towards his room with Elena in tow, but before she could reach the stairs, she passed Damon. Doing that, their arms brushed, and Elena gasped loudly. A vision - like a clip from a movie - flashed through her mind, crystal clear. She saw herself in someone's arms. He had hair dark as midnight, so Elena promptly realized it couldn't be Stefan. It looked awfully a lot like... No. It couldn't be. The guy was kissing her neck, tickling her softly. Elena was surprised to see that the vision-form of her didn't pull away. Instead she only laughed and lifted the mystery boy's chin up, and with that, Elena saw who it was. Oh Lord, she'd been right. It was Damon. Laughing? No way. Smiling? No way. Happy? What on earth? Their lips met in the vision, and Elena snapped back to reality, gasping for the umpteenth time. Before her mind could register the move, she lifted her fingers to her lips; she could actually feel the kiss. His lips on hers. She finally noticed Damon standing next to her, looking at her strangely.
"What was that? What did you do?" she asked, confused.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, equally confused.
"That... thing... that I saw. What was it?"
"Elena, what on earth are you talking about? I should really hide my bourbon; you've clearly had a bit too much."
"I'm not drunk," she stated. "Just... never mind."
Elena hurried out of the house, the talk she was supposed to have with Stefan long forgotten. The whole time she could feel Damon's lips on hers, and it freaked her out. There was no way she could know how kissing him felt like. She'd never kissed him.
While she had an internal battle with herself, Damon held his ground, staring back at Elena, dumbfounded.
A/N: Reviews? They motivate me and... well, it's nice to know someone takes their time to let you know what they think, right?