A/N: Hi guys. Like I promised, here is the new story for Delena. Call it a celebration on the developments on the show. ) It is all-human and OOC, but only a little. I'll just give you the rundown. Elena goes to pick Jeremy up from the airport, because Jeremy came home from college for a week to celebrate Thanksgiving. Jeremy brings his new friend Damon, who is a recovering drug addict. Damon is immediately attracted to Elena and vice versa, but Elena is afraid to act upon her attraction (sound familiar *cough, cough* the show). It is the love story on how they develop. I had been working on this for a while. It WILL have smut, but later in the story. This will be a multi-chapter story, and I will try to update semi-regularly. Enjoy! More rambling at the bottom.

The day was perfect. It was cold, barely even in the twenties, and pouring hard. The small raps the droplets made against the roof of my car was strangely comforting, soothing. I needed soothing as I drove down the highway, nervously tapping my fingers against the gray steering wheel. My fingers flexed almost involuntarily, and I hummed a small, original tune softly to myself. I had not felt this nervous in a while, and it bothered me that I was this agitated.

It was not an occasion that would make anyone else - a normal person, I guess you could say - nervous. I was going to pick up my brother, Jeremy, up from the airport today. It was an exciting event, both for me and my family, who was anxiously awaiting Jeremy's arrival at home, but I could not help but feel a knot in my stomach as I sat idling in the traffic. Jeremy was two years younger than me at eighteen. He was visiting from college, and I had not seen him in about six months.

It was not the fear of lack of reaction from my brother that I was nervous about. Jeremy had always been the quieter one, more of the influenced than the influencer. He was bringing a friend (who had no where else to go, I inferred) home with him, and that was the reason I was twitchy. From what Jeremy told my mother, his friend had just gotten over some nasty habits, and I was worried about the mental and physical state of my brother.

I sighed in relief when the traffic started to move. I was already five minutes late, and I had no doubt that Jeremy would tease me for my lack of punctuality. I smiled softly to myself at the thought of Jeremy's teasing. I had always gotten so annoyed and angry with him for teasing me, but now I just missed it. The house that now only my parents and I shared was strangely empty with my younger brother, and I couldn't help but be relieved that he was coming home for a whole week for Thanksgiving break.

I took a shaky breath as I turned into the airport parking lot. I could clearly see my brother, his familiar figure standing out immediately, and a tall, built figure beside him. My heart sped up. The silhouette beside him was wearing a dark, pretty shade of green, dark denim jeans, and nice dressier shoes. I suddenly felt under-dressed in my black sweats with BAD GIRL written on the butt and Mystic Falls High School sweatshirt. I found myself feeling afraid to get out of the car, but I shook my head at myself.

"Come on, Elena," I said aloud. "This guy can't really judge you." Hopefully, my mind added unhelpfully.

I sighed, parking the car, and grabbed an umbrella. I hurried across the parking lot, anxious to see my little brother.

"Elena!" I smiled and walked faster. His voice was music to my ears.

"Jer!" I started full-on running through the parking lot, dodging and weaving through the mass of people, and ran straight into my brother's arms. My first thought was, Oh my god, when did he get this tall? It was true; Jeremy towered over me like a skyscraper would an ant. I could not help but bend my neck at an unnatural angle to look up at him. My second thought was filled with relief. He had no piercing or tattoos (from what I could see), and his hair was still its natural color.

"Hey," he laughed, "look who's 'little' now... and late." Of course he noticed; that was so... Jeremy.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm still two years older than you, big guy, even if I suck at being on time."

"Yeah, whatever, sis." It was his turn to roll his eyes. He smiled. "Anyway, Elena, I would like you to meet Damon Salvatore. Damon, this is my awesome older sister, Elena."

I turned my attention to the man standing next to my brother. I gasped involuntarily. This man-Damon-was at least three inches taller than Jeremy, making it next to impossible to look straight into his eyes, which was annoying for me because this man's eyes were the prettiest, brightest blue I have ever seen. He had dark, raven hair that fell softly around his face and a little into his eyes. It was obvious that it was styled that way, but I could not help but staring, hypnotized.

After I (sort of) got over his beauty, my mind said only one thing: There is no way in hell that this guy did any crack or heroin.

The man smirked, making his perfectly chiseled face light up and his blue eyes crinkle. I couldn't tell if I like his expression because it hid his eyes from my view. "Ah, Elena," he held a hand (which was extremely big with long fingers made for a pianist), "Jeremy's told me all about you."

It took me a minute to realize that I was staring. I cleared my throat, my face turning red. "Nice to meet you, Damon." I placed my hand in his, and I felt an electric shock go through my body. His eyes suddenly widened, clearly showing that he felt it too. I cleared my throat again, probably even redder than before. "I'm glad you could join us for Thanksgiving. My mother has prepared the guest bedroom for you." I smiled, mostly to myself. The guest bedroom was right across the hall from my room.

"Oh," Damon said, smirking wider, "I'm glad too."

Jeremy seemed oblivious to the double meaning in his friend's words. I could not help but notice how Damon looked nothing like my brother's age. Jeremy still looked... little, while Damon could only be described as a man, in the truest sense of the word. He had a body that would put a god's to shame. His v-neck green shirt let a little black chest hair peek up. I felt an urge to stroke it, but luckily I restrained myself. I, uh, didn't need to be thrown in prison for attempted rape of a god, er, I mean man.

"Well, when are we leaving, Elena?" Jeremy asked, smiling from Damon then at me. "Damon and I are tired, and I want to see Mom and Dad. I missed them."

I smiled, turning around and walked towards the car. "Right now, if you'd like. I am anxious to get home to."

I turned to see my brother followed, but saw Damon's eyes locked directly on my butt. I smiled. "Come on, boys," I called. "There's nothing to stare at but rain." I then returned to walking to the car, but I swayed my hips seductively.

It was truly mayhem when I returned when to my house. My mother had been all over my brother the moment he walked in the door, while Damon and I stood out of the way of my mother's hysterical tears and my father's smiling pride.

I was strangely thankful for the noise. The ride from the airport to Mystic Falls had been the most awkward, frustrating drive of my life. Jeremy insisted that Damon ride shotgun. Sexual tension filled the car, making the static electricity between Damon and me a thousand times worse. I had been praying that my brother would go into a babble, but-when I looked in the rear-view mirror-Jeremy was out-cold, leaving Damon and I in a strange, unnatural silence.

Now, I at least had an excuse not to talk. It's not that I didn't want to Damon (trust me, I did); it was because of Damon. He sat, staring out the window with an uninterested expression on his gorgeous face. I had been so confused. This man had been semi-flirting with me at the airport, and now he was casually ignoring me, acting like I wasn't there.

I had given up on talking to him when I had asked him how the trip went and he simply shrugged his shoulders. My mind immediately went into You're a douche bag mode, and I gave up on conversation. I now stood next to Damon in the doorway, once again in an awkward silence.

I was thankful when my mother finally turned her gaze from her son and onto Damon. I could almost see the wheels in my mother's head turning, sizing Damon up like I had, only she wasn't look at him like he was a piece of meat. "You must be Damon," she said, almost like it was a question.

Damon nodded and smiled his charming smile. "Indeed, ma'am. I'm Damon Salvatore." He held a hand out to her, and-when she placed her hand in his-he kissed it. My mother blushed, and I stood staring at Damon, thoroughly shell-shocked. This man was not the same man in the car with me. "You must be Mrs. Gilbert. It's a pleasure."

My mother's blush became more pronounced. "Oh, please, Damon, call me Miranda."

"Miranda," Damon said, dipping his head respectively. He turned towards my father, who was carefully analyzing Damon's every move. If my father's critical gaze made Damon nervous in any way, he didn't show it. He smiled even wider at my father. "Ah, Mr. Gilbert, Jeremy's told me so much about you. He says your his role model."

I watched as both my father and my brother turned bright red. "You didn't have to tell him that, Damon," Jeremy mumbled.

"Oh, but I did," Damon smiled.

My father smiled widely. "My name's John. I am glad to make your acquaintance, Damon. I think we'll be great friends."

At that moment, my parents, Jeremy, and Damon all went to walk into the living room, Damon at the end of the line, leaving me standing there with my jaw on the floor. This man must have been bipolar, because he was not like this in the car with me.

Damon turned to look at me and winked. "Not be rude, Ellen, but you look better with your mouth shut."

I turned bright red, half in anger and half in embarrassment. "My name is not Ellen! It's Elena."

Damon shrugged and turned to walk into the living room. I knew at that moment that this gorgeous man was a total fucker, and that I didn't like him. He may be a god, but he was Satan on the inside. I groaned to myself. I had to spend a whole week with a man who was a douche to me and a gentleman to my family. I sighed. It was going to be a long week.

A/N: So I hoped you like it. I can't tell if this was a little rushed or too slow. Reviews are love. I'm going to try to update fairly regularly. I am going to try to get up the second Klaroline shot up, and my other Delena story. I hope you guys are going to have a good weekend. I don't know if you will see me anymore this weekend, so-if not-have fun! xoxo Karli