The day began on a bad note for Elena and ended up going in the same direction for Caroline.

"My photographer just called, my shoot is canceled because of the rain. I didn't even know it was supposed to rain today. This blows."

"That sucks. I'm sorry. I didn't realize your shoot was outside" Elena truly felt sorry for her friend. Now that day was not only shitty for one of them but for the both of them.

"Yeah, some be one with nature shit kind of theme to it."

"Well Since you'll be home put something good on TV. I'll go to Dunkin Donuts and get us some breakfast." Elena changed out of the pajamas she was wearing and left.

She returned after a short trip with some donuts, 2 egg sandwiches, and some tea. "Anything good on?"

"No, not really." As Caroline continued to flip through the channels Elena took her seat on the couch and tried to relax. She knew Caroline was going to ask her to spill her guts on Damon Salvatore soon, so she enjoyed the normal conversation they were having while it would last. "See if there are any good movies on."

Caroline stopped flipping the channels to take a bite of her sandwich but little to her knowledge she stopped on the channel playing last night's baseball game. Up close and personal, zoomed in on the plate was Damon Salvatore. She hadn't done it on purpose.

Elena sat in her chair frozen like a statue until she saw Caroline look over. Thoughts began flooding her mind about having to dish to Caroline. She began braiding her hair, something she did whenever she was really nervous to distract herself.

"Are you going to tell me what happened? You said you would after you made coffee this morning and so far you've done everything but that."

Elena let out a deep sigh and relocated next to Caroline on the couch. "You have to swear you'll never tell another person about this Caroline. If you do my life will literally be over and not just involving Matt."

"Calm down Elena, its okay. I'm extremely shocked still but I have to say I am a slight bit jealous. Damon freaking Salvatore? Seriously? You know I'd never tell a soul Elena, that's not us. That's not our friendship."

Elena took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Exhaling, she released all of her nervous jitters before she began to speak. "It all started yesterday morning with Matt. Actually, I lied. It started the morning I won the tickets."


Elena was cleaning tables and setting up chairs to get ready for the Grill to open on Friday morning. As usual, she turned up the radio and made the best out of being alone. On Friday's she had to come in earlier than everyone else. Everyone took turns opening and closing on weekdays. That's when she heard an advertisement about Sunday's game.

The radio announcer claimed that there was one ticket for a lucky fan to win at the radio station for a VIP ticket and a chance to meet any team member of the winner's choice after the game. All you had to do was be caller number 22 and the ticket was yours.

Normally nobody could get a ticket to a home Werewolves game unless it was a year in advance. They had all the best players and won multiple World Series games. They also had Damon Salvatore.

Damon was known for his ridiculously good looks and his outstanding skill as a baseball player. It seemed no one could run quite as fast or pitch a strong pitch like he could. He was the entire package. He alone made the Werewolves who they were. Being that he was the longest remaining members of the team to not get traded, he was seen as the heart and soul of the team.

Elena saw Bonnie walk into the Grill. Her shift was also about to start and she picked up on listening to the radio station as well. Bonnie was on the phone immediately trying to get through in the few short minutes before the Grill was open for business.

"Nothing. I got the busy signal." Bonnie said as she chucked her phone back into her purse. "Aren't you going to try?"

"Naw, I never win that sort of stuff. No luck." Deep down Elena wanted desperately to win since her family grew up watching Werewolves games and as long as she could remember; her family had always tried to get tickets and always failed. You either had to be rich to afford the best seats or get the last ones left which sold out as quickly as they went on sale because they were cheap.

"Come on, just give it a try! What do you have to lose? It's just a phone call. What's the worst that could happen Elena?"

"Eh, what the hell I'll try." Elena dug her phone out of her pocket and dialed the number. She let it ring and ring and ring. She looked at Bonnie "it's no good, it's just the busy signal." Just as she was about to hang up she heard the receiver on the other line click.

"Congratulations! You're caller number 22. What is your name?"

"Oh my god! It's Elena. Elena Gilbert." Elena covered the mouth piece on the phone and squealed in excitement. She looked over to Bonnie and sang out "I can't believe it!"

"Well congratulations Elena. You won the VIP and meet and greet pass for the game Sunday night. You can come down to the station Sunday morning and claim your prize."

After what had felt like forever Sunday morning came and Elena was ready to go to the radio station to claim her ticket.

"Where are you going? I just got up. Have breakfast with me."

"I can't Matt I'm sorry. I have to be at the radio station to go pick up my ticket for the game." Elena gave him a kiss and walked toward the back door to her car. She usually stayed with him on Saturday nights.

"Alright. Well I will probably be gone to work by the time you get back. So have a good time tonight. I love you."

"Love you too." Elena closed the door behind her.


"Who would you like your personal meet and greet session to be with?" asked the woman working behind the ticket counter.

Elena didn't have to think. Her idol, along with every other teen to middle aged women, was Damon Salvatore. "Damon Salvatore." She blurted out rather quickly. The woman smiled and wrote his name down.

"Great choice" the woman gave her a wink. "Make sure that you stay in your seat after the game and an official will come escort you to the designated meet and greet area."

The woman continued to take down Elena's information before handing her the tickets. As soon as the tickets were placed in Elena's hand, she took a good look around before exiting the station. She was never in a place like this before. There were pictures of sports teams and singers and bands posted everywhere. Elena liked the thought of being able to do things like that more often, but it just wasn't going to happen.

Elena pulled into Matt's driveway and saw that his car was still there and that he hadn't gone into work yet. Matt had it rough at a young age. He barely passed school and had no family to support him, yet he managed to make the best of college and got himself a degree with a pretty decent job.

Matt came down the steps of his back porch and smiled when he saw Elena was back.

"Well I guess I will get to see you before I leave." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "How did picking up the tickets go? Who do you get to meet later?"

Elena's face lit up like the sun in the sky. "I get to meet Damon Salvatore! I can't believe it Matt. I am so excited." She jumped up and down and made her way over towards him.

He hugged her but there was something wrong. He didn't have to say anything, the look on his face gave it away.

"Is something wrong?" Elena asked him as she put her hands around his neck.

"No. It's just that I wish you could have gotten a ticket to meet anyone else but him. You know how I feel about attractive men being around my girlfriend."

Elena's excitement quickly turned to anger. "When are you going to stop doing this Matt? You know how I feel about you. Why do you think that just because I am around someone who is attractive I am going to run off on you? You really need to get over this. It's getting old really quick. I am sick of it. Just because someone is good looking doesn't mean I'm interested in them."

Elena let go of him and began walking back toward her car. "You know, you think you'd be happy for me and all. This being my favorite baseball team and being something I've dreamed about since I was a little girl. Besides, Damon had played for the Werewolves for as a long as I can remember. He's probably old enough to be my dad. Think about what you are getting mad at before you actually get aggravated Matt. Your attempt at an accusation just… never mind. Forget it I won't ruin my day over this." Elena was out of Matt's driveway and at her own house so quickly it's almost as if she teleported back.

Matt was always jealous of anything Elena did without him, especially if it included other guys. He had a lot of self-confidence issues. Ever since his mom left and his sister became a big druggie he was always known as the kid with the screwed up family, or just the screwed up kid who sat in the corner.

Elena was standing in the bathroom brushing out her hair getting ready to put on her makeup when Caroline walked in.

"Please don't tell me you are wearing that to the game." Caroline came and put her two senses in.

"Uhm, what else would you expect me to wear? It's my baseball jersey. My mom bought this for me for my birthday three years ago"

"You have a meet and greet! You need to look your best! Here, let me be the awesome friend that I am and go pull something out of my closet."

Elena shook her head continuing to get ready. Whenever Caroline decided she was going to help it usually resulted in an argument. Elena put on her eyeliner, her mascara, and some of her cover-up before Caroline returned to her bathroom.

"Here! This is what you should be wearing."

"Caroline I'm going to a baseball game, not going to the club. Thanks but no thanks." Elena laughed and turned away from the door in order to finish putting on her make up. Caroline wouldn't take no for an answer so she returned to her closet trying to find something else for Elena to wear.

To Elena's surprise, Caroline returned empty handed. "You know, Matt isn't going to be with you Elena you don't need to cover every inch of skin on your body. No one is going to be overprotective of you tonight. You tell me what you want to wear and I'll go find it."

"Okay then, something red and black that isn't too short or to revealing. Red and black are their colors. Thanks Caroline." Elena gave a big fake smile and hoped that would amuse Caroline long enough to get out of the house unnoticed.

Caroline and Matt didn't exactly get along. They used to in high school, but once Matt started keeping a tight leash on everything Elena did, Caroline wasn't fond of it. It changed her best friend in more ways than one.

Elena snuck out of the room and quietly made her way downstairs before Caroline came back. She wanted to get out of the house in peace and not have to listen to Caroline preach to her why she should be going to the baseball game in anything other than what she had on. She grabbed her keys and her purse off the kitchen counter, grabbed her flip-flops, and out the door she went.


It was game time. Elena made her way up into the private seating area reserved for VIP ticket holders right behind home plate. One by one, the team members came out onto the field for batting practice and to sign a few autographs. Elena thought that maybe she should go stand in the line where the other fans were to try to get something signed, but she realized that the only person she wanted to see she had an entire hour with after the game. She sat back down in her seat and watched the players practice.

When Damon came out of the dugout, the crown went wild. People were yelling and screaming louder than anything Elena had ever heard. The louder the crowd yelled, the louder the music playing got to try and outmatch the number of voices thundering through the stadium. Everyone quieted down when the players were taking their positions out on the field.

"Excuse me.." Elena felt a tug at her shirt as she sat down. "Excuse me please."

Elena looked behind her and saw a little girl with her hair in pigtails sporting a Salvatore Jersey. She had the prettiest blonde curly hair Elena had ever seen.

"I like your bow." The little girl giggled and smiled at Elena. She could have only been 4 years old at most.

"Thank you" Elena responded reaching into her hair to pull it out of her ponytail. "You can have this if you like it. I have another one" She reached over to the little girl and clipped the bow in her hair.

The game had finally started, so Elena turned her attention to the field and Damon.

The Werewolves were up by 2 in the first 5 innings. Elena was hoping she didn't lose her voice by the end of the game from all the cheering she was doing. It was a great game and the Werewolves were kicking ass.

During the last inning, the other team managed to score and they were beating the Werewolves. Bad calls were made and there were a few errors on the Werewolves part. During the bottom of the ninth, Damon was up to bat with 2 outs. This is was it; the pressure was on and everyone in the stadium felt it. The first pitch was thrown, strike one. The crowd yelled and screamed. The second pitch went out, strike two. One more pitch was left to be thrown and when it came out Damon had hit a home run that got 2 players and him across the plate. The Werewolves won the game 6-5.

The stadium cleared out and Elena sat in her seat waiting for a game official to come take her where ever it was she was supposed to be next. She was looking down at her phone and all she heard was a voice.

"I saw what you did earlier, how you gave that little girl your ribbon. That was really nice of you."

"Thanks, she was cute it was no big deal." Elena finally looked up and Damon Salvatore was leaning on the protective shield that caught the foul balls behind home plate directly in front of her seat.

"I was watching you the entire game after that. I did have the perfect view too. How was that ice cream you had?" Damon laughed, making it a point to let her know that he really did watch her for the entire duration of the game.

Elena blushed and hoped it wasn't bad enough for him to notice but she couldn't believe what he was telling her.

"I'm Damon." he gave her the crooked kind of smile, almost like a smirk and reached his hand through the net to shake her hand.

"I'm Elena." She could barely get the words out of her mouth. Elena grabbed his hand and immediately she felt a connection, a spark between the two of them.

A few reporters came out on the field and Damon was the center of their attention.

Elena sat back down in her seat and just stared at him while he talked. He was so much better looking in person than any camera could ever make him look. His eyes were as blue as the ocean. The way his black hair framed his face gave him such a bad boy look. His perfectly defined muscles were able to be seen through his pinstriped uniform. He was the whole package. There wasn't a thing about him that wasn't pleasant to look at. For someone who was attractive on camera, he was drop dead gorgeous in person.

"Miss Gilbert?" Elena heard a woman's voice come from behind that broke her away from her thoughts.

"Miss Gilbert I am here to take you to your meet and great now. Please follow me."

Elena got up but when she turned around Damon was gone without a sound. It was a little odd that she or anyone else for that matter didn't see him, none of the remaining fans even cheered. Elena think about it nor did she care, she going to get to sit one on one with Damon Salvatore for the rest of her time at the field.


AUTHORS NOTE: I hope you guys liked this chapter, its really just a filler until the good part starting in chapter 3. I am trying to keep this story as true as I can as far as the main baseline to what actually happened but lets face it, a story is a story and the only way it gets more interesting is if you make more up to go along with it. I hope you are all enjoying it so far! Please feel free to review and ask any questions you may have. Happy reading!