Short Summery:Elena's putting on a brave face trying to resist what she really feels for Damon, but then breaks down, admitting it's not Stefan who her heart is longing for.

Disclamer: I'm gonna borrow a few TVD characters, mainly just Elena and Damon, but for their own good. Too bad I don't own them. Ugh. No copyright infringement intended .

A/N: Elena never told Stefan that she loved him when he called her. And the only reason she wanted to find Stefan was to tell him she moved on, that she wasn't in love with him anymore. So, it's not like it was in the show. One more part to go! Enjoy! And I'd really appreciate your comments, too. As much as I love receiving e-mails saying someone followed my story, feedback = love!

Part Two.

• I want to get it over with •

No hungover. Thanks to Damon. Elena opened her eyes and found herself on Stefan's bed. The blinds were closed so no sunshine would bother her. Damon. Was it even appropriate to think about Damon while being in her boyfriend's bed? Would it be appropriate thinking about Damon while taking a shower? Staring into the mirror in front of her while brushing teeth all Elena could see was Damon's searing eyes. He's changed. A lot. She liked him. A lot. But that nagging feeling, she hated it. She felt like she owed Stefan. Her heart no longer was in love with him. Instead, it gave her nausea, imagining him doing horrible things to innocent people.

Making her way downstairs she found a steaming cup of coffee and a croissant which instantly made her smile. Also there was a note under the croissant's plate. "Be right back, don't miss me too much." And the funny thing was that she actually did miss him. She missed him all the time but she wouldn't wanna admit it to herself. Well, maybe her mind was saying one thing, but her heart was saying another, and her body was completely out of control. Instead of eating her breakfast, she went upstairs, to Damon's room. The bed was all lit up in thick warm sunshine and Elena couldn't resist it. Laying on Damon's bed felt good. Didn't she realize it by then that Damon was in love with her? Wasn't in obvious enough? I mean, he actually did tell her he loved her. And those longing eyes, those little touches; how could she deny it? But how could she deny that she felt the same? She was holding back her feeling for so long and it seemed like she couldn't do it anymore. She wasn't sure that it would always be Stefan. Not anymore. Not while laying in Damon's bed.

"Morning, sunshine," Damon greeted, flashing his smile at her."

"Hey," a small sincere smile appeared oh Elena's face in return.

"I believe I left you in Stefan's room last night. What are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you and fell asleep. Where have you been?"

"I gotcha something. Let's go with me."

"A guitar? Thank you, Damon," Elena placed a small kiss upon Damon's cheek, because her hands were busy holding the instrument.

"When's my first lesson?"

"It's about to start!" Damon announced and a wide smirk spread on his lips.

"Let's start with basics," Damon started, looking all teacher-like. "This is a headstock, and these are tuners, which you will use to adjust the pitch oh each of the string of the guitar." Elena was all ears, paying attention to ever move of his lips. Was she really listening to him or was she shamelessly staring at his lips? "This is called neck and this round hole down there is called a sound hole. And two more things. This is called body and that's a bridge." Damon handed the guitar to Elena and begin again with, "Now I'm gonna teach you how to hold the guitar. Let me bring you a stool!" Damon was so eager to get back to Elena, he almost used his vampire speed and brought the stool from the kitchen in like 5 seconds..

"Here. Sit. Cross your right leg and hold the guitar's neck in your left hand and make sure it's parallel to the floor. Like that," Damon was right behind Elena's back, helping her to adjust it correctly. "Here, you got it!" Damon smiled devilishly and flopped on the couch. "We're done!" Elena's jaw dropped. "What? We didn't even get to the chords, how come we're already done?" "Later maybe?" Damon wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "I want pancakes!" "You're gonna make pancakes?" Elena was desperately trying to find a chord so she wasn't even looking at him. "We're going to the Grill" "What? No, I can't go out with my hair looking like that!" "I like when your hair looks like that" Damon was standing in the doorway playing with his car keys. "Are you coming or what?" "Give me 15 minutes and I need a blow dryer, my hair hasn't even dried yet." "Stefan's bathroom. He owns like three of those"

Thirty minutes later Elena entered the kitchen with "I'm ready!" "You needed half an hour to do this?" Damon pointed at her bun. "I don't care if you don't like it" Elena shrugged. "Are we going?"

Two plates with pancake stacks arrived just the same minute Caroline entered the Grill. Seeing Elena, Caroline come over, smiled with a tight lip smile and mouthed "We need to talk." "Later, okay?" Elena breathed, pointing at her pancakes. "Yeah, I'll be right there"

"Blondie didn't approve your hairstyle?" Damon said casually, forking the pancakes.

"I think it has something to do with the last night's dress." They both smiled and continued with the meal.

"Now you go talk with the blondie and I'll see ya later"

"Where are you going?"

"Got things to take care of." Damon replied.

"Okay."

Right the very second Damon left the Grill Caroline made a beeline to Elena's table and placed her bum in Damon's spot.

"Now you tell me everything! Oh, and I want pancakes, too!"

"I spent last night at the boarding house, if that's what you want to know."

"Well, I guessed by the choice of the dress you're wearing."

"Caroline, I can't do this anymore"

"What are you talking about?"

"Stefan. I can't be with him just because I owe him."

"Owe him? What do you owe him?"

"I mean, he came into my life just right after my parents died and I fell in love with him instantly. But it's not who he is now. And he's been that way before, you know." Elena took a deep breath.

"And I have feelings for Damon. Yeah, I know, I can't believe I actually just said it out loud. But I do. And I know Damon and he never lied to me about anything and I just can't do this anymore."

"But Damon, he's… Damon!"

"Yes, and that's what I love about him!"

"Then you need to tell Stefan how you feel about Damon!" Elena mentally thanked God that for once Caroline wasn't judgy. She really needed her friend's support.

"I will. Thanks, Caroline!"

Elena's phone vibrated. A text from Damon, "Wear something nice. I'll pick you up at 7."

"You found Stefan?" Elena typed the message and sent it right away. "Yup."

"Damon found Stefan," Elena spoke almost in a whisper.

"You're gonna tell him tonight?"

"It's never the right time, you know. I need to get it over with."

Tonight. Things are gonna change tonight.

Elena felt nervous. She was going to tell both Salvatores about her feelings and it seemed like the clock was ticking faster and faster with every second. Being at her house didn't feel right at all; like she didn't belong there and she didn't wanna spend more time in there than necessary.

Finally, she heard approaching car and switching the lights in her room she went downstairs.

"Do I look fine?" Elena asked sheepishly.

"You look beautiful" was Damon's simple response. And she did look dapper and her smooth shiny hair smelled like flowers.

"Why are you so nervous?" Damon couldn't help asking. He had no idea that Elena changed her mind about both of them and why she wanted to meet Stefan. She wanted to end it with Stefan for good and wanted to say another brother she was in love with him. She was in love with Damon.

"I just want to get it over with," Elena took a deep breath and smiled weakly.

A couple of hours later Elena and Damon entered an old Inn. Everything looked so vintage and live music was playing, like she traveled back in Time. The 20s, where Stefan had been his ripper self, just like he was then.

"Brother. Elena," Stefan greeted with a wide smile that never reached his eyes.

"Long time no talk," Damon nodded.

"I see you guys wearing the same shade of purple, looking all teamed up," Stefan eyed Elena with such a disgust she shivered.

"I wanted to talk to you Stefan," Elena's heart was beating out of her chest. Maybe is wasn't such a great idea to confront Stefan, but she needed to say it.

"Damon, can we have a moment alone, please?"

"I'll be right there."

"So, talk," Stefan finished his drink and waved at the bartender he needed more.

"I, ah, um," Elena couldn't find the right words.

"Let me say if for ya. You're with Damon now, right?" Stefan smiled bitterly and finished his new drink in one big gulp.

"Stefan, things have changed a long time ago and I'm not with Damon"

"You know Elena, I don't care. You can do whatever you wanna do with your life"

"Then why did you call me yesterday?"

"I was testing myself. I don't feel for you anything, Elena."

"Well, good then, because I'm not in love with anymore, either, Stefan."