20:09 PM - Gilbert Household, Elena's Bedroom:

I finally had some time to relax, to rest in peace and quiet. Jeremy was staying over at a friends house, which meant that I had the house to myself, for the whole weekend. But, as you probably guessed, I won't be spending any of my free time alone. No, I'll be spending it with my boyfriend. Yes, I have a boyfriend. Shocking, I know.

The fact that I actually date and have romantic relationships with the males of our species seems to baffle people. It's like they think I shouldn't date, that I should grow old and live alone, surrounded by my five-hundred cats. Well, I'm sorry, but that is not going to happen. My parent's and my brother know who he is, but no one else and I'd like to keep it that way.

Especially from Caroline. I'd rather not have her give me a lecture over it every time I see her.

She doesn't exactly like the person that I'm with. He, on the other hand, doesn't pay her an ounce of attention, which is why she hates him so much. He's the only person that doesn't fawn all over her every word, and trip over themselves to do her bidding. She enjoy's all the attention the boys in our school give her, too much sometimes. I love the look on her face when he ignores her.. it's all I can do not to burst out laughing.

Anyway, he should be coming over soon.

We have plans, and before your minds go to naughty places, we have plans to watch movies and make out all night, nothing more.

Most people would describe him as charming, seductive, and or arrogant. But he is none of these things, well, not to me anyway. To me he's charming, loyal, and affectionate. He shows me the gentle and kind side of himself, the side he has never shown anyone else, with the exception of his mother. We're the only two women important enough to be able to see this side of him, and that in itself, is an honor.

To me he's just a badass with a soft side. A man that loves with his whole heart, a heart that has been broken and stomped on too many times, mainly by the man that calls himself his father. And then there's his younger brother, Stefan. Who, to be honest, is no different than their father. He is evil right down to his core, a man without a heart. He is the reason Damon is the way he is. He's the reason that he doesn't trust people easily. If I were to ever be left in a room with him.. oh, the things I would do.

20:58 PM, Gilbert Household, Kitchen:

I hear a knock at the front door, so I pick my phone up and send off a quick text.

Doors open. I'm in the kitchen xx

And then, there he is, in all his black and leather glory. My man, my heart, the man I love most in this world. Damon Salvatore. He's the biggest jackass at our school, but he's also the most popular person there as well, with me falling into a comfortable second place. But, as he always tells me, I will always come first to him. He told me once, that me and his Mother are the two most important people in his life.

He comes and wraps his arms around me, his lips ghosting over my shoulder.

"Hello, baby. How're you today?"

"I'm okay, I had to sit with Caroline.." I sigh, "What about you?"

"Wait.. You had to sit with Caroline? What bile did she try and fill your head with this time?"

"Yeah, I sat with her at lunch today, while you were with your friends." I shrug, "She just tried to make me let her come here tonight."

"I'm guessing you said no?"

Even though she and I had been friends since we were young, we had drifted apart over the last few years. I had told her over and over again that I couldn't be friends with people that bullied others. Which, in a way, was exactly what she had been doing. She was trying to bully me and our other friends into being her little lap dogs. Shit like that did not fly with me, and she knew that. So, right now, I didn't consider her to be any kind of friend.

"Of course, though she carried on like I wasn't even there, planning what we were going to do and everything." I placed my hands on top of his.

"Was she annoying you, baby?" There was an evil grin on his face, I could tell without looking.

They had never-ever liked each other, even when we all hung out together. She would always send him icy glares for no apparent reason, just because he was paying attention to whatever else was going on. She hated the fact that he was more popular than she was, and more than that, she hated that he had more friends than she did. Our two groups of friends had always been friendly with one another, but she'd always sat on the sidelines when Damon was with us.

I wonder what she do if she knew that we were together, and had been for almost a year now.

"She was acting like she lived here instead of me, like I should have been honoured to have her in my home."

"What did you do?" he asked, kissing my neck softly.

"She got on my nerves a little too much, so I told her off and left her on her own."

"You left her stranded?"

"Indeed I did, now, shall we get on with making dinner?"