AN: Finally FFN gets their shit together and I can finally get this up. I've been wanting to post this for weeks, and now I finally get to. -happy dance- ...anyways;

Call Me News: If you are following my other fic, then you should know that I am trying so hard to post the next chapter. But, sadly, this chapter is proving to be the hardest that I've written so far and my computer is being a pure bitch. Fingers crossed that I can get it up by Wednesday, also you might want to know that this may or may not be the final chapter for it.

Okay, about this story. I've had this saved to my computer for weeks now and I've been toying with the idea for months. In my funk with Call Me, I decided to take my mind off of it and to extend this little story a bit. I don't know if it'll continue yet, so for right now it's just gonna be a one shot. I'm not really sure where the inspiration came from; I was thinking and then it hit me and Damon and Elena just wouldn't shut up until I wrote this for them. So, without further ado, here is this little diddy. Enjoy!

My eyes flutter open and the first thing I notice is my pounding headache. I rub my forehead, trying to soothe it, but it won't quit. Aspirin, I need to find some Aspirin. I try to roll out of my bed, but I can't move. Looking down my body, I see an arm draped across my torso. I also notice that I'm naked. My eyes widen as I slowly turn to face the person connected to the arm. Oh shit. My hand flys to my mouth to muffle my gasp. I scan the man next to me; raven hair covering the bluest eyes I'd ever seen, followed my a marvelous chest and torso, and, well the blanket covered to rest. This couldn't be happening, I panic. I try to slide his arm from me, but he just kept tightening his grip around me. Now or never, Elena. I rest my hands on his shoulder and shake with as much force as I could. His bluest of blue eyes open groggily and he yawns. The cuteness of his child-like yawn makes me giggle. He removes his arm from me to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Good morning," he yawns. I melt instantly when he trails his fingertips down my shoulder and arm. I had to stop this, it wasn't right. Oh, but it felt right. I mean, come on, look at him; he's gorgeous. I smile, as I can't hold it in. He must've taken that as an invitation, because he pulls me down to him and kisses my cheek.

"Good morning, Damon. I don't mean to sound rude, but... what the hell are you doing in my bed? Why are we naked?" I gesture to our naked bodies, which brings a throaty laugh from Damon. He turns fully onto his back and folds his arms behind his head.

"Sex, Elena," he drawls. I feel uneasy, as if I where going to throw up. How could this happen? Well, obviously, judging by my still pounding head, I had been drinking. Great, he'd gotten me drunk. I see red and smack his chest roughly.

"Ouch," he yelps, rubbing his chest but I know that he didn't feel it; he doesn't feel anything, especially pain. "What's your problem?" My problem?

"You're my problem," I yell. He laughs and sits up. I glare at him as he slides out of my bed. A deep blush coarses through my face and I feel hot all over as I ogle his magnificently chisled body. He searches the floor and pulls on a pair of boxers.

"Elena, why'd you hit me?" He does that eye thing, which causes my heart to do somersaults.

"Because, well... because..." I stammer on every word because he's moved back onto the bed, a mere inches from me. He smells like colonge and sex, and he looked like sex. I knew that I couldn't win in a game like this against him.

"You took advantage of me," I say, folding my arms across my chest in frustration, but mostly to cover my bare chest. He rolls his eyes.

"This," he gestures between us, "wasn't my idea." My mouth falls open and I stare at him. If it wasn't his idea, then it had to be... shit. Me and alcohol were never a good combination, but I'd never done this before.

"Well..." I can't form words, my entire argument is blown. How did he win? He always wins. Damn him.

"Why?" I can't help but question him. "Why did we have sex? Why didn't you stop me?" I feel like a cop. He laughes at me.

"Well, first of all, we had sex because you pretty much dragged me to your room; and secondly, I tried to talk some sense into you, but you told me to shut up. Thirdly, why does it matter? It happened and it's done." The last part sounded harsh and I felt a stinging behind my eyes. He gets off my bed and pulls on his jeans and shirt and walks to the door. Stopping in the frame, he turns back to me.

"Don't worry, it won't change anything, okay? I know you still hate me. I've lost you forever, I remember." I can hear the hurt in his voice, but he's gone before I can do anything about it. My heart and eyes sting as I recall his words. I didn't hate him, my feelings were quite the opposite. I cared for him, probably more than I should given our history and his nature, but I did.

I throw the cover off of myself sliding to the end of the bed, searching for my clothes. I find my underwear and shirt, but no pants. I grab my clothes and run into my bathroom. Staring into the mirror I feel like a whore. I'd had drunken, possibly hate sex with the biggest womanizer in Mystic Falls. Not to mention, my ex's brother and resident vampire. Vampire. I panic and search my neck and body for bite marks, but find none. My shoulders slump in relief, but it's laced with another emotion that I can't quit make out. Regret? Did I regret not going that far? Did I want to be marked as Damon's forever? My headache is made worse by my conflicting thoughts as I settle on a nice, calming shower.

I turn on the shower and step under the water. The heat is soothing and it helps with my hangover. I fall back against the wall and slide down to the floor. I fold my arms around my knees and begin to cry. I'd had no right to think that Damon would stay with me, he thought that I hated him; I hadn't given him any idea otherwise. I was scum. I hated myself for what I'd done to him. I sat under the water until my skin began to wrinkle. I shut off the water and step out, taking a towel and wrapping it around my body.

I stepped out of the bathroom, where I was met with the scent of Damon. My bed, pillows, and clothes smelled of him. I shook my head and dress quickly into jeans and a v-neck. My hangover had eased a bit, but my head was still pounding. I needed something to eat and to find Aspirin, so I headed for the kitchen. As I neared the end of the stairs, I heard Jenna in the kitchen.

"Jenna, do you know where the Aspirin is?" She mumbles a 'nope' and continues making breakfast. "I have this massive headache." I continue to babble about nonsense until I no longer care if the headache goes away. Loathingly, I sit on the couch and channel surf until breakfast is finished. Eggs are the only thing that smell remotely edible. Jenna isn't the best cook, but we survive.

I look at the clock above Jenna's head and realize that I'm going to be late for school. I push the plate away from me and stumble out of my seat. What the hell? I pull myself from the floor. Jenna stares at me as if I'd gone crazy.

"Are you okay? Maybe you should go lie down." She grabs my arm to steady me and leads me to the stairs.

"Jenna, I'm going to be late for school." School wasn't that important to me today, but I needed some structure today to take my mind off of Damon. Jenna laughs causing my to look at her the same way she did me.

"What?" My eyebrows knit together in confusion as I wait for her answer.

"Honey, it's summer. You don't have school for another three months." Jenna releases my arm and goes back to the kitchen, still laughing. Dear God, I've gone mental. I gather myself and run, albeit stumble, up the stairs into my room and check the calender on my phone. Sure enough, it's summer. No school for three months, which meant I had three months to think. Thinking, nowadays, wasn't the best for me. Pondering my parents' death wasn't on the agenda, neither was Stefan. All I had was Damon and the lost memory of last night.

Sunlight litters my room as I sit silently on my bed. Damon and I hadn't talked for days and it was killing me. He wouldn't answer my calls and when I'd go to his house he wouldn't let me in. We'd had sex for God's sake, didn't that warrant some kind of communication. What if I'd gotten pregnant? He's dead you idiot, you're not getting pregnant. I shake the thought from my head and lay back on my bed. He was being such a jackass about this whole thing. As I thought about it, the angrier I became until I decided that Damon was going to get a piece of my mind right now. I grab my phone from my side table and dial his number. It rings and rings until I hear the click signaling it'd been answered.

"Hello?"

Shit, I'm about to lose my entire argument over how cute he sounds when he wakes up. "It's Elena," I deadpan.

"Caller ID, babe. I know it's you, I thought I'd humor you," he bites back. His pissy attitude fuels my anger and I unleash it on him.

"What the hell, Damon? Why won't you talk to me? We had sex..." My voice becomes small as pain coarses through my heart. I hated that I couldn't remember, but it was still a big moment for us and he had to go and ruin it with the whole "you hate me" speech.

"Yeah, we did. Do you want me to yell it to everyone, hmm? I screwed Elena Gilbert, my brother's girlfriend, because she practically begged me to." Now he was being a pure dick and I wasn't having none of it.

"Screw you, Damon."

"You already did," he says as he ends the call before I'm finished. My vision changes as I see red. I run downstairs and grab my car keys. I rip the door open and jump into the driver's side. Starting the engine I mutter explicits.

"Where does he get off acting like that? A pure, arrogant, selfish dick is what he is," I yell inside the car. He didn't get to talk to me like that. All I had wanted was a civil conversation with the man, but then he had to be, well, him.

When I finally arrive to Damon's house, I've rehearsed my entire argument and there was absolutely no way he was going to win this one. Withouth bothering to knock, I walk into the house and quickly search all of the rooms, but find nothing except empty bourbon bottles lying everywhere. My heart twinges in pain as I see the broken glass around the fireplace. He was angry, and I knew that his anger was fueled by pain. He was hurting. Dammit, he'd won without even fighting me. Losing my entire resolve, I frantically search the house hoping that I would find a drunk, passed out Damon and not a vervained, staked Damon. I knew full well that when he was hurting he could piss off the wrong person for no good reason.

"Damon," I call into the empty house.

"And who are you?" A tall, dark haired woman walks out into the living room to face me. She was all but naked in front of me. My heart completely shatters and I bolt towards the door. In a flash, Damon is in front of me with pleading eyes. He's wearing only pants and I can't help but marvel at his amazing chest and stomach. Remembering the half naked woman in the next room, tears sting my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks.

"Elena," he says as if he can't believe that I am actually in front of him.

"Please move," I say averting his eyes. I clench my jaw as I fight back to waves of emotion coursing through my body. The first betrayal tear falls down my cheek. Damon lifts his hand to wipe it away. I flinch at the contact and he releases his hold on my shoulders.

"Elena, let me explain."

"Just get the hell out of my way, Damon," I scream at him as tears roll down my red cheeks. He grabs my shoulders and forces my to look at him.

"This isn't what it looks like," he says as his eyes soften.

"It's just sex right?" I push against his shoulders until he moves from the door frame. Before opening, I turn to face him, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"You were right," I deadpan, "it didn't change a thing."

With that I know that I have won and that he and I will never be the same.

Like I said, it's a one shot for now. I could be swayed to write some more. I have written some others chapters for this and it is looking great so, it's all up to you guys. I hope you enjoyed this and weren't too awfully mad about where I ended it.

I would say that reviews don't really matter, but I'd be lying. Reviews are everything to me and I need them. Plus, I love hearing what you guys thought of the story.

I love you all :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries, but I wish I did.

Title is from the song DLZ by TV On the Radio.