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"It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.

― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower


The next morning I was pissed off. Even more so than the night before.

Last night after the crazy words that left Elena's mouth, I didn't even have time to reply before Klaus dragged me out of the club. I didn't even have time to shout at the two idiots until the air in my lungs completely drained. I didn't even have time to yell at my so-called "best friends" about how they had ruined my life and possible future hook-up. The two bastards fell fast asleep, leaving me all alone to think about Elena and that sentence that will haunt me forever.

"Good. I think it'll be real cool if I have a new gay best friend." The words replayed over and over again in my confused little mind, repeating as if they were on a broken record, forever doomed to play the same tune. Did she really believe I was gay?

True, I was not myself last night, having dressed up for that ridiculous dare. But couldn't she see through that fake façade? I know for a fact that many people saw through it at the club. Caroline's a dumb blonde, though I am absolutely sure that she saw through it.

She wanted to get to know me better. Why? She just wanted a new friend – "a new gay best friend" – doesn't she have enough friends? How the hell did she think I was actually gay when we were practically grinding on the dance floor last night?

All I could think about was her. Her dark brown eyes and straight hair were the centre of every one of my thoughts. Her long tan legs never failed to make an appearance in my day dreams. Her fun, lively laughter. That incredibly sexy short black dress from last night. Elena Gilbert consumed my mind.

In all my worry and thoughts, I hadn't noticed that Klaus and Alaric had woken up. Klaus and Alaric toppled over each other as they crashed into the living room. Literally crashed.

Hangovers hit these two hard so watching them in their hangover stage was hilarious at times, though today I was just extremely pissed off. I glared at them from my spot on the couch, waiting for the two idiots to get up.

Finally, with much difficulty, they stood up as they clutched the nearest couch for dear life. Alaric groaned, a hand rubbing the back of his neck as a pained expression crossed his face.

"Must have slept on it oddly." He muttered to no one in particular.

"Shit man, last night must have been great if my hangover is this crazy." Klaus remarked, somewhat proud of his intensive post-drinking state.

"Oh yeah, it was great." I snapped angrily, their heads turned sharply in my direction as they finally realised my presence in the room. "That was, until Elena Gilbert asked me to be her new gay best friend."

An awkward silence filled the room as the words I had just snarled took a moment to register in the boys' muddled minds. Soon enough, they understood what I had said and fell to the ground once again – this time in hysterical laughter.

"Holy shit mate!" Klaus was practically dying. He'd be dying soon if he didn't shut up. "Best. Dare. Ever." Klaus tried to high-five Alaric, which only resulted in Klaus' hand slapping against Alaric's face. As you'd imagine, this only caused the laughter to grow louder and wilder.

"No!" I shouted. "Not best dare ever. Worst dare ever!"

"Oh lighten up Damon." Klaus laughed, his British accent so thick that it's a wonder I understood him. "It's not like you'll see her again."

"But I want to see her again, you fuckhead." I shouted back. From the corner of my eye, I could see Alaric shoving the palms of his hand over his ears. "She gave me her fucking number saying she wanted to get to know me better-"

"That's great then, stop complaining." Klaus interrupted.

"Yeah great before she told me to be her gay best friend!"

And once again, Klaus was dying of laughter. "It's alright. Relax." He said in between laughs.

"No it's not alright! She thinks I'm gay. Did you see her? She was fucking gorgeous. You've ruined my chances with her." Did not realise how bad this situation is?

"Ohhhh I see. You fancy her." Klaus smirked, finally getting the whole problem.

"Fancy? Speak fucking American, man."

"I believe American is a nationality, not a language."

"Fuck off Mr-Fancy-Private-English-Boarding-School-Boy."

"You wound me Damon." Klaus pouted.

"Save the fish lips for facebook, hun." I laughed. Wait, no joking. I'm angry. "Now what do I do because of your fucking stupid dare?"

"Nothing. Just forget about her." Klaus brushed off the problem, like it doesn't mean anything.

"I can't forget about her. Every one of my thoughts have been about her since we met."

"Awwww." Alaric chimed in from his sprawled position on the ground. I ignored the drunken sod.

I took out the napkin with her phone number from my pocket. Flattening out the paper, I stared at the black digits. "I have to tell her the truth." I said, a new spur of determination pulsing through me. I reached out to grab my phone, only to be stopped by Klaus snatching it first.

"Give me my fucking phone."

"No."

"You've caused enough trouble already, let me fix this!"

"No."

"Give it to me."

"No. Must I remind you that one of the rules of the dare was that you couldn't tell anyone about it?" Klaus laughed as the realisation dawned upon me.

"Pardon me then."

"No."

"Fucking pardon me. Do you live to torture me? We've been friends for how long Klaus? Fucking let me tell her." I can't believe this British pig, how dare he do this to me?

"No. You can't tell her. That's the rules." The stubborn hog continued.

"Mate, it was an immature dare during a drunken game of pools." He shook his head once again. "Alaric!" I called out desperately as a child would to their mother. I only got snores in response. Useless. "Well if I can't tell her, then you tell her." I tried to bargain.

"Nah, more entertaining this way."

"Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me?" I paused between each word, snarling my teeth as a lion would before tearing its prey into tiny bits.

"This could be fun man. She'll tell you stuff that she wouldn't normally tell guys. You can get a completely different insight of Elena Gilbert's mind through a different perspective."

"Yeah, she'll be taking about the latest fashion trends and I'll be thinking about how much I want to hook up with her. Great."

"That's basically a relationship right there!" Klaus exclaimed as if he had all the answers in the world and had fully resolved the issue at hand.

"Without the actual relationship part." I glared. Klaus has never frustrated me so much in my life.

"If you guys hung out enough, maybe she'll realise you're not actually gay?"

"And if she doesn't?" I questioned.

"Then I guess she can't see the real you and it was destined not to happen."

As much as I hate to admit it, that did make sense. If I hung out with her and she got to know me better, would she realise that I was in fact not gay? Would she see beneath the ridiculous act of last night? It's worth a try, I guess?

"So you're saying that I should just go along with everything. If she thinks I'm gay, then gay I shall be. Just so I could get close to her and hopefully she'll realise I'm not?"

"Yeah that's it. Perfect plan." Klaus said, throwing my phone in my lap. "Call her, now that we've sorted all that out. I'll be right here for support, since I'm a great friend and all."

I glared at him, although completely eager to call Elena. The numbers on the napkin were a bit distorted as they were scrunched up but I tried my best to decipher the code that led me to Elena.

After three rings, someone picked up. To my uttermost dismay, it was a male. My heart sank to the bottom of my chest until I realised that the speaker on the other side was rapidly speaking what seemed to be Chinese. I hung up, confused as hell. Did she give me a random number? A fake number?

"It's a 5 not a 6 you fucking idiot." Klaus pointed to the napkin. Oh, that could help. I retyped the number, anxiously waiting for an answer.

One. Two. Three. Four rings. Maybe I should just give up? I was about to hang up when the line opened on the other end.

"Hello?" A sweet voice answered. It's her! I was frozen for a second as panic washed over me. What do I say? Shit, I should have thought this out better. "Hello? Anyone there?" She continued to question on the other end as I struggled to force words out of my mouth.

"Ohhhh, hey!" I rushed out as Klaus hit me squarely on my upper thigh, encouraging a reaction out of me. I glared at him. "It's Damon, uh, I met you last night at the club. You were with Caroline?"

"Yeah, pink skirt? Right?" She questioned and Klaus covered his mouth before he had another laughing episode. "Mhh.." I muttered in a disappointed response.

"I'm glad you called Damon. What's up?" Elena continued confidently. She's glad I called!

"You told me to call…so I called." Salvatore, do you have fucking shit for brains? Play it cool man.

"So I did." She laughed. I reminded myself that I should make an attempt at being funny just so I could hear her laugh more often.

"Ohhhh yeah Damon!" Klaus moaned in the phone out of nowhere, forcing me out of my day dream. What the actual fuck? He continued moaning as I swatted him off.

"Uh, am I interrupting something Damon?" Elena asked over the phone, somewhat amused.

"No, no, no. I was just playing a video game with my mate and I killed a guy." Again, do you have shit for brains, Salvatore? Video game, really? Klaus was going to fucking die after I hang up.

"Alright. So, do you have any plans for this afternoon?"

"No!" I shouted enthusiastically. Fuck, play it cool Salvatore. "I mean, nah I'm not busy. Why?" I said slower, trying to act casually. Klaus was in hysterics once again, I'm sure his death will be funny when I stand over his lifeless corpse.

"I'm not busy either, want to grab a coffee or something?" Holy shit. Did Elena Gilbert just ask me out on a fucking date?

"Yeah, cool." That's it, playing it cool. "There's this nice little café in town, I'll text you the details and we'll meet up at 4pm? How does that sound?" I shut my eyes, crossing my fingers in hope that she's fine with that.

"Awesome. Can't wait to see you, Damon. Bye!" I muttered a quick goodbye before she hung up on the other end of the line.

I'm going on a date with Elena Gilbert. This news was hard to process. I was in total bliss, relaxed against the couch and smiling to myself over the best news I've heard in a while.

"Mate, that was brillia-"Klaus began before my fist smashed into the side of his head, knocking him out cold and forcing him to the ground. I've had enough of his bullshit.

"Fuck you, dick." I cursed, regretting that I didn't say it before I knocked him out.

I quickly sent a text to Elena with the café's address, a wide smile never leaving my face. Stepping over the two unconscious bodies in the living room, I went straight to my room to prepare.

Now, what shall I wear?


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