One
"Unbelievable." As I enter my room, I raise an eyebrow at the smirking figure, who seems to be sprawled lazily on the bed I was planning to occupy. His teal eyes light up in amusement and he smiles softly, now watching me as I walk over and try to tug the duvet from beneath his heavy frame. "Good evening to you too, Elena. Yes, I'm doing fine, thank you for asking." He regards me in a cynical, yet chipper tone.
"I'm tired, Damon. I've been at school all day, Jer got detention again so I had to stay late to bring him home, and Bonnie has shut herself away, refusing to speak to anyone. I just want to relax and get some sleep." His utter refusal to move is pretty clear, yet I continue trying anyway. "You know... if Jeremy stopped, quote-on-quote 'hanging out' with Vicky, he might not spend so much of his life being a dick." I look up at him with curiosity at this statement, watching as he mimes the quotes with his slender fingers. "But Jer stopped seeing Vicky after she got expelled..." I protest quietly, feeling uneasy as the words sink in.
Damon arches an eyebrow and tuts softly. "Poor, sweet, naieve little Elena. Haven't you wondered why he keeps going AWOL on you without explanation, spacing out, classic signs of a druggie?" His voice is condescending now, and it riles me a little. "My brother is not a druggie, and if you keep seeing him doing these things, then why haven't you stopped him, Damon?" Now exasperated, I give up on trying to shift him, and slip into bed beneath the half of the duvet on my side. My soft brown eyes lock on his toned arms as they flex lightly, and he sits up just a little, still facing straight ahead. "It's not my job to look after little Gilbert."
"Can you at least try?" I press gently, my tone softening at the nickname, Damon's nicknames for people are one of the many charms that play a factor in why I like him. He has a fondness for being witty and sharp, yet I've never seen him turn down an opportunity to help me. "You mean, try like you tried to learn martial arts for an hour and a half before giving up because I beat you? Or try as in, actually put in my time and effort and commitment to protecting the little punk, just to keep you happy?" Now, he turns to face me, his intense ice eyes just inches from mine, and I feel my heart skip a beat, my breathing faltering for a moment.
"I could just compel him to be a better kid." Damon suggests with a subtle shrug of his shoulders, a hint of teasing in his voice as he knows I'll roar him down. "Or threaten him, either works." A smile plays on his lips, waiting for me to bite. Though I'm too sleepy to fuel his game, and I simply nestle into my pillow, yawning softly. "Jer is wearing Vervain, just like I am. No mind games, Damon. Talk to him, but please be nice."
Expecting a snarky response or a sound of disapproval, I close my eyes and sink into the bed, waiting for exhaustion to overtake me. "Okay." He responds quietly, pressing a soft kiss to my temple as I feel the slight shift of his body moving a little closer to mine through the duvet. "For you."
I drift to sleep with a shy smile on my face, and light pink staining my cheeks as I snuggle into the thicker part of the duvet, not quite touching, but just close enough to Damon to feel the warmth of his gentle breathing against my skin, which deepens as he too, falls into a peaceful slumber.