Hey readers, thank you for allowing me to repost this story, it was mainly to fix some technical errors that I found, but then as I read the story I wanted to add some more to it and change some bits. Right now only the first three chapters have been updated, thanks for reading and please review.

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During her week, Elena most looked forward to Saturday mornings. None of them ever disappointed her, they were constant, and they always left her calm and not having a care in the world. Monday morning was the start of the week, and it was busy with getting ready and running out the door so that she wasn't late for school. The rest of the week's mornings grew shorter and shorter as she slept through her alarm clock. Saturday mornings were different though. She usually woke up around eight, always the early bird, but she didn't rise from under the warm covers until eight thirty. As she woke up, she didn't open her eyes right away, instead she focused on her calm breathing and the smell of her detergent hidden in the cotton scent of her sheets. Then, she felt the soft sheets around her and the pillow under her head. She sighed and rolled over onto her stomach as the sheets twisted around her legs. She heard the air-conditioning turn on above her and waited for the cold air to seep through her sheets and spread up from her toes. Then, she would open her eyes. She loved the look of her bedroom in the morning light, the bright, but not blinding light that reflected off her wall and bounced all across her room. Her blinds covered the most direct rays, so only a faint glow peered through the sides of the window and lit tiny lines on her floor. These things happened every morning, but she could only truly enjoy them on Saturdays. She didn't have to get up for school, and she didn't have any plans until later that afternoon. She could just lie in bed and look for images on her textured ceiling. Saturday mornings couldn't disappoint her either, even if it was raining, instead of groaning, she would first listen to the pitter patter of rain hitting her window, and then the slosh noise of rain rushing out of the gutter. After that she would turn to the side and watch as rain droplets slipped down the glass of the window and lost their water in their paths. She loved all types of Saturday mornings, but this one was one of the best because it was the last Saturday before Jenna and Alaric moved out and started their new lives together.

This was also why it was a sad morning, because it was the last morning they would all be living in the house together. Since getting engaged, Elena noticed that Jenna and Alaric didn't have a lot of privacy in the house with two teenagers, so she suggested that they move into Rick's apartment. All of the bags were packed and all of the boxes were filled, and today was the day that they were leaving, the last morning. The last morning that Aunt Jenna would make pancakes for her and Jeremy, the last morning that Elena would fill Alaric's mug with another cup of coffee. Elena couldn't be sad though; she had to have the memory of the last morning be a happy one.

Elena heard a soft knock on her door. She smiled and said, "Come in."

"Hey, Jeremy and Jenna are downstairs making pancakes," Damon said as he walked slowly into her room.

"I know, I can smell them, I just want to stay here a bit longer," she yawned.

Elena rolled back onto her side of the bed so Damon could sit next to her. He leaned back on the headboard with his hands clasped, not sitting, but not laying down either. Elena turned to him and said, "Good morning."

"Are we going cake tasting today?" he asked.

"Yup and gift registration, and," she paused thinking, "Dress fitting."

"Mmm….and you've been waiting so patiently for another opportunity to see me in a tux," he said wiggling his eyebrows.

Elena rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at him.

As Damon and Elena made their way downstairs, Jeremy only nodded at them, no longer having to do a double take when they came down together in the morning. Damon went to get out the plates while Elena grabbed glasses to set the table with. As Elena reached to place a glass on the table, Damon deliberately reached under her arm to put a plate down. Elena turned to glare at him and her nose crinkled with her smile when he waggled his eyebrows back at her.

"Okay, the last batch is almost ready," Jenna said, flipping a pancake, "Alaric put the papers down, Jeremy stop texting, and you two stop flirting, it's time to eat."

Damon sat down across from Elena as the rest of their family joined them at the table.

Alaric, Jeremy, Damon, Jenna and Elena spent the rest of the day sampling appetizers, entrees, and cubes of cake. Jenna decided to go with shrimp appetizers, and a salmon dinner. Alaric said that it seemed fishy. Jeremy and Damon laughed. Choosing the cake was another decision entirely, and to Elena's surprise, Jenna let Damon pick a classy lemon cake with meringue filling.

Since fittings required appointments, Elena and Damon were scheduled to go while the others went to register at a kitchen store. Elena and Damon said goodbye to the others and started down the sidewalk together. Elena was used to walking close to Damon, she trusted him and she felt safer when he was there to look out for her. He didn't seem to mind that their arms would bump every few seconds. So somehow, halfway to the dress shop, her hand ended up in his, and it felt so natural that she didn't even notice.

Damon walked out of the dressing hall wearing a black silk suit. Elena was sitting on a round couch and from her spot she had a perfect view of all of him. Starting from his clunky dress shoes to his narrow waist, he was all leg, and his suit pants fit him perfectly.

"I think we need a napkin over here," he said, "you're drooling."

"Just wait till you see me," she scoffed. Damon smirked, surprised at her response, and went to get a glass of bourbon.

Elena slipped into her midnight blue bridesmaid dress. The dress started on her left shoulder made of loose sheer material bunched into ripples, and then above her breasts became a solid color that met at her waist tightly, and then descended into waves onto the floor. The dress made her body look tall and sleek, and she pictured Damon's shocked face in her mind as she exited the fitting room.

When he saw her he choked on his drink. He coughed into his sleeve, and then spent several moments looking her up and down.

"Well, Elena, you've actually rendered me speechless," Damon confessed, "and that is a compliment… and an honor." He smirked.

"Thanks," Elena said and blushed slightly. She sat down next to Damon on the couch.

"So, I was thinking," Damon said, turning towards her so he could make smoldering eye contact," since you're the maid of honor, and I'm the best man, we should go together."

Elena noticed that Damon wasn't hesitant in making his suggestion, but he wasn't demanding either. She let his words hang in the air for a while, while she processed. She would love to have an escort to the wedding, she hated going single to parties. Plus, it would show that she wasn't pathetic and still waiting for Stefan to come back. And it wasn't like there were going to be any hot nephews of Ricks at the party. But did it have to be Damon? Damon and she had too much shared history, too many stowed away feelings. She barely wanted to think about her own secret feelings, let alone his. She knew it was a mistake as soon as she said it, but frankly she was flattered. He would rather hang out with her than chat up all of Jenna's single high school friends that would be giggling at the bar.

"Um, yeah, I would love to go together," She said breathlessly.

"Great, alright let's get you home before they think I kidnapped you," Damon said.

They walked down the sidewalk till they approached Damon's car parked on the side of the road. Damon opened the door for her and then ran round the front.

Once they were driving Elena turned to Damon and said, "So tell me about the last wedding you went to."

"Hmmm, when I was a human… or a vampire?" Damon asked. "The last wedding I went to was a total massacre, blood splattered everywhere. It was the bride's fault really, for putting on such an intoxicating perfume. I was drawn to her the instant she pulled up her skirt to let her husband take off her garter."

Elena turned to him with her mouth open in disgust.

"Oh come on, I was just joking," Damon said, "or was I? No, I'll tell you about the last wedding I went to when I was human. Oh, Molly and Bernard, I actually knew him from grade school, he, Stefan and I used to play by the river all the time. Then after a couple years, he went to work in his father's shop, and we lost touch. But, then one day, the door to our house burst open, and there he was shouting up to us from the entrance, "I'm getting married!" Bernard swore that it was love at first sight. Molly just walked into the store, asked for some liquorish, and he looked her straight in the eye and told her, "You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, would you do me the honor of being my date to a wedding?" She said yes, and then later that night, she caught the bride's bouquet. And he proposed the next week."

Damon went on to tell Elena all about Molly and Bernard's wedding, and their first son, Beck, and by the end of the story they were pulling up to the boarding house.