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Elena slammed the door to the boarding house with her foot, trying her best not to drop the poster she was struggling to carry. "Caroline. A little hel-" But they all tumbled to the floor and Caroline was still preoccupied with her current phone call to even notice.
"Tyler, Just because I'm your girlfriend doesn't mean you don't have to ask me to prom! No! I mean Jeremy asked Bonnie today after school! It was so creative too, why don't you get him to help you come up with something…Yay! Love you too, bye." She shut her phone and turned back to Elena. "Elena! Don't bend the paper! Here let me get them."
They had finally managed to bring all of the posters and supplies into the den when they heard the front door. It was Bonnie, her eyes were sparkling and her smile spanned from ear to ear. "Jeremy asked me to prom!"
The girls giggled and plopped down onto the couch, "How did he do it?" Caroline exclaimed.
Bonnie beamed, "Well he texted me to meet him at my car, that he needed to get something from my car before I left. But when I got there I didn't see him, so I went to put my backpack in my trunk, you know like I always do. And when I opened it balloons flew out saying "prom?"! And there was Jer wearing a tux and holding a dozen roses!"
"Wait." interrupted Elena, " I hope you said yes, because I spent all day yesterday blowing up those balloons with Jeremy, and I almost passed out a few times…" They all laughed.
"I wish Tyler would do something like that for me." Caroline sighed. "Which reminds me: If Tyler asks I like daisies. And public proposals for prom!"
Bonnie already knew how Tyler had planned to ask Caroline, and tried to change the subject before she had time to accidentally give anything away. "So Elena, who are you thinking of going to prom with?"
"I'm not sure yet."
"You could go with Matt!" Caroline exclaimed and Bonnie followed with a nod of approval, "That could be fun."
"I don't know guys. I'm afraid it'd be awkward considering the history there. Plus I don't know I always imagined prom as being romantic, you know?"
"What's romantic?" Elena knew this voice all to well, and that cologne. Damon stood behind the back of the couch and began to play with her hair. She could feel her cheeks reddening, as she began to think of spring break. The combination of the smell of Giorgio Armani and Damon playing with her always transported her back to that week.
"Prom!" exclaimed Bonnie and Caroline in unison.
"Is that what all this stuff is?" Damon gestured unenthusiastically to the pile of posters and containers of glitter.
Elena quickly turned around to face him, "You don't mind if we work here, do you?" she'd had so much on her mind lately that she had completely forgotten to run it by him.
"Not at all." He walked over to the posters and began to shift through them, "God am I glad that we didn't have prom when I went to school. Seems like a lot of fuss over a major cheese fest."
"You've never been to a prom?" gasped Caroline.
"Nope." By this time Damon was covered in glitter and quickly backed away from the posters, "and I don't think I'm missing anything."
"It's fancy and romantic! Not to mention the last dance of high school!" Caroline quickly retorted.
" 'A Night Under The Stars', not really my thing." he was shaking his hand frantically to get the glitter off them.
"Well your missing out." Bonnie huffed.
"Maybe." Damon said raising his eyebrows, and turning to leave the room. "Oh and don't stain my carpet!"
A few posters later Caroline broke the silence, "Elena, you could always go with Damon..."
And that one sentence sent her mind reeling. Of course she wanted to go to her senior prom with Damon. She'd have the perfect date, find the perfect dress and have the perfect night. It would be just like in her dreams with a magical slow dance. Romantic.
Bonnie and Caroline had left after 5 hours of poster making, and Elena was so exhausted. Who knew that making 6 foot banners could take that much out of you! She passed by Damon's room and could see through the cracked door that he was laying on his bed with a book.
She plopped down on the bed right next to him, "I think I am going to stay here tonight." she said yawning.
"Sounds good." Damon replied seemingly glued to his book.
She shouldn't have gotten on his bed, she had already sunk into the pillow and had no will power to get up. A few minutes passed and Damon closed his book and turned over on his side to face her. He sent her a questioning gaze, "I'm sorry, when you said 'here' I didn't realize you meant exactly where you were at that moment." (Not that he minded her being on his bed.)
"I can't get up." Elena said sleepily into one of Damon's down pillows
"I understand. You just can't stand to be apart from me," he said mockingly.
Elena reached out for a pillow to throw at him, but she couldn't find one. "Well there's that and the fact that my neck has gone stiff from making posters for 5 hours."
Damon shot her a sly smile sat up and extended his arms, "Well, come here."
Elena went to sit between his legs, and he pushed her hair over to her left shoulder, "I know exactly what'll do the trick!" Damon exclaimed and gently placed a kiss on the back of her neck. "All better! Your welcome."
"It still hurts…" Elena responded trying her best to mask her butterflies and feign impatience.
"Never satisfied are we?" and with that he began to massage her neck. Damon always did give the best massages, it's probably one of the skills that comes with an eternity to practice.
"Ahhh, right there." she interjected, her discomfort was melting away and she was fighting her eyelids to stay awake. And suddenly his hands stopped. Elena quickly turned around and gazed up to his eyes, "Hey! What happened!"
Damon laughed, "My turn?"
"Well, I guess you've earned it…" she mused, and the switched spots. About a minute into the massage she noticed that he had become very still, "Damon?" she asked. No response. And then he suddenly fell back on top of her, pinning her to the bed. "Damon, stop your heavy!" She was squirming to get out from under him, but couldn't. "Damon, I'm not kidding. It's kind of hard to breath here." and with a single swift movement he was lying beside her laughing hysterically. It really wasn't that funny but she was so sleepy that she ended up laughing right along with him.
How was it? Please review, your thoughts and ideas are greatly appreciated! P.S. The next chapter is almost complete.- Kari