"Im just saying, Damon got his turn in Denver, it only seems fair Stefan gets his shot at the dance."

"It's not about turns Caroline," I tell her, "It's about who I want to be with, plus I just made out with Stefan's brother, it doesn't seem right that I keep switching."

"Well, that's the point isn't it, figuring out who you want? One is going to get hurt no matter what decision you make," she says, clearly annoyed that I don't automatically want to go with Stefan.

"I know that," I said with a sigh.

"I have to go finish these balloons, so do me a favor, and ask Stefan," Caroline basically commands me.

I honestly am not sure if I want Damon or Stefan to come with me. Yes, I spent time with Damon in Denver, but I ruined it by lying to him, not only that, I don't want to be Katherine. She fooled around with Damon behind closed doors, but with Stefan, she proudly walked around with her arm tucked into his in 1864, and Damon didnt deserve to be treated like a dirty little secret, and I wasn't about to do that to him. With new found determination, I leave the school towards the boarding house.


I walk up to the front door to knock, but before my knuckles reach the door, it swings open revealing Damon standing in the doorway.

"How did you-"

"Vampire hearing. I heard your foot steps coming up the drive way."

I remained speechless. How does one even begin to approach the particular conversation I am about to have with him.

Finding my silence annoying, with a roll of his eyes he asks, "What do you want Elena? If it's Sefan you're looking for, you'll have to wait until he finishes eating Mystic Falls' rabbit population," he finishes smirking.

"I'm looking for you."

His eyes widened in shock, but he recovered quickly replacing it with his trademark smirk.

"Well... What can I do for you," he asked with curiosity.

"Rebecca is throwing the decade dance for the high school... It's going to be like a night out during the 1920s and since you lived through the decade, I was wondering if you would come with me," I hurriedly finished, but his lack of response started my babbling mouth back up again. "You don't have to come, but I thought it would be fun. We never just get to spend time together,, anytime we are in the same room it's a life or death situation, and-"

"Elena," Damon cuts me off placing his hand is on my arm. He shakes his head and his mouth forms and "o" as he contemplates what to say.

"Shouldn't you be asking Stefan. He lived through that decade too you know. Of course, it's probably a blur, considering he was a full-on ripper."

"I don't want to go with Stefan, I want to go with you. In Denver, after we kissed, you said I have to figure out what I want, and what my feeling are, and right now, I want it to be you who holds me, who I dance with... I want it to be you who kisses me goodnight. I want you, Damon Salvatore."

I almost laughed at his facial expression. He looked like a fish as his jaw moved up and down, not knowing what to say, or do, so I made the decision for him. Smiling, I stood on my tip toes, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. After the shock wore off, he put his hands on my waist and kissed me back. Our lips were ment to kiss. They fit perfectly against one another, like two halves becoming whole. I parted my lips, sharing his breath as he sighed into my mouth. He tasted like bourbon and blood, but I didn't care.

He pulled me through the doorway, into the house slamming it shut before pushing my back against the door. His lips left mine to trail across my jaw bone and neck, tasting my skin before returning his lips to mine.

The kiss went from passionate to gentle as he gave me one last peck. Our arms are still wrapped around each other, my chest heaving up and down against his as my lungs tried to take in more air.

Untangling himself from me, he took my hand and did a low bow, pressing a sweet kiss to my hand.

"Ms. Elena Gilbert, I would be honored to escort you to to the dance."