Chapter Two

Here's chapter two! Sorry for the long wait. I've been busy with school and stuff. Plus, I've been doing a lot more reading fanfics than writing them. You people are amazing writers! Lol. I'd also like to thank (why does this suddenly feel like I'm getting an Emmy?)all the people that reviewed, favorite, or alerted. I love you! Well, on with the story. Enjoy

Previously: Damon yawned as he got up, feeling strangely heavy. He rubbed his head, and it did feel bigger. Weird. Was he wasted last night? Why did he feel so strange? A shower would help. He swung out of bed and almost fell over. Yeah, he was drunk. He dragged himself to his bathroom and splashed his face with water. As he reached for a towel, something in the mirror caught his eye.

"Oh shit" he muttered, as a pair of green eyes stared from the mirror.

Stefan.

He was Stefan.

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He was hideous.

Damon continued to stare in the mirror. He raised his arm, and Stefan raised his arm. He stuck his tongue out, and Stefan did too. Damon blinked a couple of times and rubbed his eyes, but Stefan was still there, blinking blearily at him.

Now that he was more awake, Damon noticed that he wasn't in his bathroom. He didn't own lotion. Or hand moisturizer. Or…no way. Damon smirked as he picked up a purple bottle. Hairspray. Damon snorted as he replaced the bottle, thinking that he was never gonna let Stefan live that down. Or Elena, really.

Unless…Was this a dream? Or more likely a nightmare. Or maybe….Bonnie.

Oh how he hated her. If she couldn't set him on fire with the blink of an eye he'd snap her neck. But…he could still annoy her. Smirking at that, Damon left the bathroom. Yep. He was in Stefan's room, with more candles than a church.

"Stefan?" Damon jumped at the voice; he hadn't heard anyone one coming. All of his senses were dimmed with stupid animal blood. He turned to see Elena smiling at him. Smiling. God how he had missed her smile. When was the last time she smiled at him anyway? It seemed like ages. "You're up late." She said softly.

Damon's mind couldn't think of anything as she approached him, her heart in her eyes. Her own presence surrounded him, her smell, the way the sunlight seemed to catch in her hair… He had dreamed of her looking like that, like she loved him. His heart melted.

Wait.

"What did you call me?" Damon asked carefully. His voice wasn't his. It was calm and deep and way too serious. Ew.

Elena stopped a couple inches in front of him, and put her hands on his forearms. Her hands were incredibily warm and soft, and his skin tingled at the touch. "What are you talking about?" she asked, clearly confused. "Stefan, you're scaring me."

Damon pondered this for a second. So it wasn't a trick of the mirror. He really was…Stefan. Damon shuddered.

"Are you okay?" Elena asked. She cared for him. Damon's heart fluttered before he realized that he wasn't actually himself. She cared for Stefan, not him.

But she didn't know that.

Damon gave a dramatic Stefan sigh and wrinkled his forehead. "I'm fine Elena teddy bear." Was that right? Elena raised her eyebrows. "Uh. Sweetie pie dumpling." He continued. "I'm just exhausted from last night, and all the stress with Katherine and bunnies…" Pretending to be Stefan was harder than he thought.

Elena didn't seem convinced. "Were you drinking last night? You seem different today."

Damon raised his eyebrows, deciding to play dumb.

Elena sighed. "Never mind about that. I'm just being stupid. And I'm sorry about last night. I know Damon can be an ass."

So this is what they talked about? "What? I-He is not!" He burst without thinking. Damnit! What was he doing? He was going to blow his cover.

"Stefan will you please stop trying to protect him? You should be happy that I hate him, that I'm not another Katherine. He killed my brother."

Damon winced. She really did hate him. Last night, he thought…but no. Of course not.

"Maybe you should give him a chance Elena. He spent the past 150 years chasing after a woman who just told him that she never loved him. And then you say the exact same thing to him the same night. He just got pushed over the edge." Damon hated at this moment that he was in Stefan's body. He wanted to tell her himself, to make her understand, to see the malice fade from her eyes…

Elena's eyes widened. "I had no idea…How do you know all this?" she questioned.

Damon lowered his eyes. "Damon told me?"He said, more like a question than an answer.

"Why would he tell you that? Is he…okay?" At that last word, Damon's eyes shot to her face. She did still care. He smirked triumphantly. As soon as he got out of this pansy's body, he could confront her. "Stefan? Are you smiling?" Elena sounded incredulous. Damon's grin melted away instantly, but not without a quick snort. Was she surprised over a smile? Of course brood-face never smiled around Elena. He wondered how Elena could put up with that. Then, an idea hit Damon, and he bit his lip to hide another smirk.

Composing himself, he looked intently at Elena. "Elena, I need to talk to you." He said it slow and haltingly, hoping to sound tortured and depressed.

"About what? And…um…Stefan? Is there something in your eye?" Elena looked curiously at Stefan's face, whose eyes were bulging and twitching.

Damon frowned. "What?"

Suddenly, and to Damon's complete surprise, Elena doubled over in laughter. "Oh I get it!" she giggled. "You're mocking Damon's eye-thing. No offense, but only he can do it." She continued to snort in laughter. "He needs to see this!"

Damon smiled again. He absolutely loved Elena's laugh. It was adorable and completely infectious. He would've laughed along, but he wasn't even sure if Stefan could laugh.

Just then, the door squeaked open, and both Elena and Damon turned in surprise. Elena grinned at the man in the doorway, seemingly forgetting her supposed hatred for him again, but Damon only gaped. After all, not everyone can see themselves like this.

Damon's body glared at Damon. "We need to talk."

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