I do not own the Vampire Diaries. The CW and L.J. Smith do. No copyright infringement is intended. I also do not own the song. Thanks for reading! I'm so glad to see that I have some Delena shippers in the house so super thanks. Michelle3737 I didn't notice that she was wearing his jacket OMG! Anyway, I chose this song because I think it pertains to both characters but mainly Damon.
Three Wishes by The Pierces
We'd be so less fragile
If we're made from metal
And our hearts from iron
And our minds from steel
And if we built an army
Full of tender bodies
Could we love each other
Would we stop to feel
Damon lay there on the bed, thinking about the hug and he didn't know why he couldn't just put it out of his mind. Elena turned around and glided a finger across his chest.
"What are you thinking about?" she said dryly. Her voice changed somehow and she said things now without any meaning.
"It's no big deal," he said, shrugging.
"Oh that means that it is," she said calmly. "Anyway tell me about how you found Bonnie," she asked without any real interest.
Damon made a face and said, "Well I was walking through the woods and she was kneeling before a tree and I came over to her and said, 'Oh come on where the hell have you been? We have to go,' and that was pretty much it and I dragged her off and that's all."
"You're lying," Elena said, looking right at Damon.
"What are you talking about," Damon said, sitting up in bed and looking down at her.
"Yeah you pretend that you don't care about her, but you do. You care about everyone Damon just in your own way. Just stop it, you're really not that convincing," Elena told him lazily.
"I don't care," Damon said, his voice cracking.
"I'm so tired of you Damon," she said, turning away from him. Damon's eyes widened as he looked at her because he was reminded of Katherine.
"Elena!"
"Oh please, I've always believed you had a thing for her and you're just always trying to convince everyone you don't. Don't you get tired of lying?" Elena said, turning around and crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Damon mimicked her, by crossing his own arms and said, "I always tell the truth."
"Yeah okay," she said, rolling her eyes. "I have to get ready for school. I'm joining the cheerleading team again." She didn't look happy at all as she got ready and Damon was starting to regret turning off her humanity.
And you want three wishes:
One to fly the heavens
One to swim like fishes
And then one you're saving for a rainy day
If your lover ever takes her love away
Bonnie couldn't believe the text from Elena saying that she had burned her house down, so she went to go see for herself.
She walked slowly to the former Gilbert residence and she looked at the mailbox as the only indicator that that had indeed been the house.
She made her way to the ruins and touched the floor and looked through the ashes for anything that may be salvageable. She couldn't believe Elena had really committed arson and as she looked through the scorch marks she saw Elena's burnt shoes. Suddenly she turned around aware that someone was watching her. She looked to find Damon, standing there and he walked toward her.
"I can't believe she did it," she said.
"Me neither," he said.
"How is she?" Bonnie asked him.
He shrugged. "You should ask her yourself."
Bonnie didn't know why she was nervous as Damon came and bent down to where she was.
"You okay?" he asked her, getting real close.
Bonnie bit her bottom lip and said, "I'll manage."
"So when are you going back to school?" Damon asked her, willing her to look him in the eye, but he could see that she had something else on her mind. He was going to repeat himself when she answered him.
"I can't go back now and see his locker," she said. "There were just too many things I didn't get to say to him," she said. Bonnie thought she had it all together, but the sorrow came in a wave and before she knew it, she was crying and Damon was holding her as she cried. Then she cried even more for an entirely different reason.
It occurred to Damon at the moment that he and Bonnie had reached an understanding that did not need to be verbalized. The hug did not need to have a meaning attached to it, and it would be something that for now he would just put on the backburner.
Bonnie continued to sob against his chest and she started to say, "I, I f-failed."
"Listen," he said, "you didn't fail."
Placing her hands on each side of his shoulders, she tugged so that he would let her go and he did, but his hands now were on top of her shoulders. He looked into her eyes then intensely and told her, "You can't always be the hero."
Bonnie had her eyes trained on him and she saw that he was being sincere. She was used to it however, being the hero, and now she felt like she had to make up for what happened to Jeremy. She was off in space again when he spoke, "It's our fault for having reserved that role for you, and all we did was encumber you, without giving any thought to how you felt and for that I'm so-''
"Don't touch me," she lashed out. Instantly his hands were at his own sides and he looked at her surprised by her outburst. She got up quickly and walked away from him, leaving him alone to think about her sanity.
You say you want to know her like a lover
And undo her damage, she'll be new again
Soon you'll find that if you try to save her
It will lose her anger
You will never win
"So Elena you're going to help with the festival. You can be in charge of-''
"First of all you didn't even ask me if I wanted to help. Second don't you have anything better do with your life than organize these stupid events that no one really cares about?"
Caroline's mouth fell open as she listened to her friend.
Elena remained stone- faced as she saw her friend start to cry. "What are you going to do now? Run to Bonnie and tell her that I was mean to you?"
Caroline tried to stop crying as she stared at Elena. "You need to think about your priorities," Elena said, and walked off to her history class. Caroline heard Elena say under her breath, "Like maybe you should study for your SAT's."
Once inside the classroom she sat in the back and took out her binder. She listened to Mr. Frederickson explain laissez-faire economics for ten minutes when she sighed deeply. People started to look at her as she sighed four more times heavily. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and she held up her hand.
"Yes, Ms. Gilbert, do you have a question?"
"Mr. Frederickson, I just want to say that I don't think anyone here really cares about what you're talking about and frankly I don't either." With that said she walked out of class, leaving all her classmates in disbelief.
Elena came home to the Salvatore boarding house, and threw her book bag onto the chair.
"I got into a fight with this girl," she told Damon, who was drinking a bottle of bourbon. Stefan walked in a moment later and exchanged a glance with Damon.
"She totally deserved it though."
"Not a good day huh?" Damon said, downing his drink. After talking to Bonnie, he had been drinking to forget her. He didn't want to think about her when he first woke up in the morning and he didn't want to think about her tonight.
"I was so bored," Elena said, making her way to him. She took the bottle out of his hand and began chugging it.
"I need to get away from Mystic Falls like now," she said, throwing the bottle on the carpet.
"So where do you want to go?" Damon and Stefan asked her.
"Anywhere," she said flatly.
And you want three wishes:
You want never bitter
And all delicious
And then one you're saving for a rainy day
If your lover ever takes her love away
Bonnie walked slowly to her house, stopping by the fence to look through her window. She didn't feel like going in, but she couldn't go anywhere else. She approached her porch sluggishly and when she made it to the front door, she took a deep breath and opened her door. Closing the door, she looked in the living room and sighed in relief. However, she stopped midway when she saw him sitting at her dining room table. Professor Shane set his book down, and settled his glossy eyes upon her, causing her heart to beat really fast.
"You were with him weren't you?" he asked her, albeit he knew the answer.
"Yes," she murmured.
"So why didn't you do what you were supposed to?" he asked, keeping his voice from being forceful, but kind with a hint of irritation.
"There can be no beginning so long as he is alive," he explained to her. "I know you can kill him Bonnie and the longer you keep putting it off the harder it will be."
You want three wishes:
One to fly the heavens
One to swim like fishes
You want never bitter
And all delicious
And a clean conscience
And all it's blisses
You want one true lover with a thousand kisses
You want soft and gentle and never vicious
And then one you're saving for a rainy day
If your lover ever takes her love away
I hope you guys enjoyed this and thanks for reading.