A/N: Hi everyone! I'm Carla, I'm italian and this is the first time I write a FF in english, but I wrote a lot of DE and Vampire Diaries FF and now I wanted to challenge myself writing in english too :) This is just a little shot, ispired by the last VD episode... Hope you'll like it :) Leave me a comment if you want :)
SHE MAKES MY HEART SCREAM COLOR
"So?". Damon's foot stamps nervously on the ground. He stays there, in front of his house door. Well, the one which should be his house. Should. Because now it's Elena's. Stefan is already inside and his arm is circling her waist while he looks at him amused. Damon grits his teeth and he feels like a stupid, stupid boy. He shouldn't be so nervous. Why? It's not like Elena could seriously not invite him in. This is his house, damnit. But. Just for a moment that scary thought is in his mind. Elena looks at him, raising up an eyebrow and crossing her arms on her chest. "Uhm, maybe I should think a little more about this. It's not safe to invite Damon Salvatore in." She smirks and Damon clenches his fists trying not to say something he's going to regret five seconds later. He just stays there, no moves. Waiting. Elena finally laugh. "Come in, Damon." He sighs with relief when his right foot cross the threshold.
"Come with me." Damon whispers in Elena's ear, while she's looking out the living room window. Stefan is out, haunting. She looks at him with wondering eyes, but let him take her hand to guide her upstairs. He stops in front of the last door. "Close your eyes." "What? Damon..." "Shh. Don't speak. Close your eyes." Elena doesn't argue. She can feel Damon lead her into the room. "Now you can look." Elena's mouth opens slightly, she's totally surprised. The room is actually a bedroom. A huge bedroom. Maybe just a little less big then Damon's one. A lot of windows well lit the space. The furniture is really modern and minimalist, pricipally white. The big poster bed has white and soft curtains all around. "Do you like it?". Elena turns her eyes at Damon. He's smiling tenderly and there's a light in his crystal blue eyes. "It's wonderful." "It's yours." "What?" He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't need a bedroom, I can..." "Sleep with Stefan, I know." Damon's heart aches a little. "But I thought that you need a place just yours. For your stuff. Your things. A place to be alone, write on your diary." Elena looks at him. Speechless. She realizes that Damon always knows what she needs without even ask. She smiles, sincerely. "Thank you." She's not able to say something more. Her eyes full of emotions. He winks at her and disappears, leaving her alone. Elena sits down on the bed, looking up her new bedroom. She touches lightly the white sheets and then she notices it. A rose. A red rose lying on the pillows. Elena smiles again. She inhales the delicate scent of the flower and collapses happy on the bed, holding the rose in her hands.