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The Girl at The Grill

Damon walked into The Grill, sighing. He really needed a drink. He had kissed Elena and she hadn't moved away. In fact, she had seemed to enjoy it. He felt slightly guilty about leaving her standing there, probably confused, but he couldn't stay. He had dreamed of doing something like that for so long, he had imagined how it would feel to kiss her again, how she would react, but never had he thought that it would happen, that she would allow him to get even close to touching her lips with his. He just couldn't believe it had actually happened.

Shaking his head at himself, getting all worked up about a girl for the first time in 145 years, he looked around. Damon frowned as he saw Alaric in a corner, sitting at the bar with a bored look on his face. Curious, he walked over to his friend and plopped himself down on the seat beside him, signaling for the bartender to get him a drink. The one thing he loved about always going to the same hangout place was that the employees already knew what he wanted, so there was no need to order.

What are you doing here, Damon? - Alaric asked, his voice even more bored than his look.

- I'm having a drink. You? - Damon replied, a small smile forming on his lips.

- I'm trying to pick up a girl. - Admitted Alaric, hiding his head on his hands.

- At five in the afternoon? - Damon raised his eyebrows, his smile turning into a laugh.

Alaric grunted. Damon wondered why he was like that. He had expected him to get over Jenna much faster than he was. In a way, he almost felt bad for the guy. He knew about the pain of losing a loved one, but somehow Damon always thought that people had to run through the pain, to burry it and leave it buried forever.

- Fine, go ahead, there are so many beautiful and hot girls here. - Damon said, sarcastically.

Looking around, Damon found that there actually was a girl like that sitting at one of the tables in The Grill. He smiled. The perfect target. Being the only other person in the establishment, she didn't have "safety in numbers". Damon poked Alaric in the ribs and nodded towards her.

- Go for it. - He whispered.

Alaric got up, scrubbing the imaginary dirt out of his clothing, and walked towards her. Damon watched as the two of them laughed and seemingly had a blast. Then, without much warning, the girl leaned over and kissed Alaric on the lips. The kiss soon became deeper and deeper, until they both got up, still kissing, and disappeared into the parking lot.

Damon sighed as a thought came to his mind. That could have been what his kiss with Elena was going to turn into if he just hadn't run away. With one last look at the direction to which his friend had disappeared, Damon ran to Elena's house.

Author's note: I was thinking about posting the next chapter today, too. I already have it written and saved on my computer. What do you guys think? Should I post it today or wait until tomorrow?