One Tree Hill. The Vampire Diaries. I don't own either of them.
Pre-Summary: "Damon, I can't just drop everything and move to Mystic Falls with you. Senior year's about to start," Brooke said and Damon shrugged. "You can start it there. Nobody'll even notice you're new...except for the psycho Hybrid and Barbie Bitch." Brooke shook her head with a small smile, "Damon…" He added, "Aren't you tired of being the footnote to somebody else's love story? Cuz I know I am."
Summary: All it took was one visit from Damon Salvatore and Brooke Davis was packing her life away in Tree Hill and moving into the Salvatore mansion with Mystic Falls' resident bad boy. Brooke only knows a small amount of the bullshit going on, but once she's there, she's stuck there. And aside from the jealous Elena, imposing Klaus and the ever-brooding Ripper Stefan, Brooke's gotta deal with feelings she'd rather not have for her best friend. And are those feelings really as one-sided as she thinks…or has Damon really let go of Elena for good? Set in season 3.
'Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to lose
'Cause it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
You and Me by Lifehouse
Peyton was not taking this very well.
At all.
"Peyt, we're still gonna talk," she assured the angst-filled blonde who was currently running fingers through neck-length blonde hair. "I'm just going one state away. You can even visit." I seriously doubt that, but whatever's gonna make her stop freaking out, she thought and rubbed Peyton's knees. Haley was sitting on the couch, surprised too.
"But what about school," Haley tried to remind her, but Brooke only smiled.
Damon had pretty much taken care of everything. He told her she didn't have to pack a lot. He had that part covered and Brooke knew not to question him. He made sure her principal faxed her paper work over, told her mother, got her enrolled in Mystic High, and even compelled the landlord to not make Haley pay rent for the apartment. So, Haley could keep her money for herself.
"Mystic High." The two blondes exchanged a look and that said something because Brooke knew they weren't talking.
"But Tiger –
"I'll be with Damon, Tutor Girl," Brooke reminded her and Haley visibly relaxed. The guy was reckless and was as much as a partier as Brooke still kinda was. But, at the end of the day, she trusted him. He seemed like he cared for Brooke and last year, when everything was going down with the triangle, she heard Brooke had been talking with him. So, he was trustworthy.
Kinda.
"But you're leaving me," Peyton whined and Brooke sighed again.
"But we all knew this would happen."
"Yeah, after graduation." Brooke sighed again before gathering Peyton's tear-stained face in her dainty hands.
"Peyt, you are my best friend. You know that. I'm only a phone call and maybe a train ride away," Brooke said and Peyton sniffled a little. "Hoes over bros?" Peyton pouted for a minute before conceding.
"Buds over studs." The girls hugged and Haley watched with a small smile.
"Is the chick flick moment over yet?" Damon called from the door and Brooke shot him a glare while Peyton flipped him the bird. Haley folded her arms over her chest, standing in front of Damon with an almost intimidating stance. She was pretty much the same height as Brooke, but the look was enough to make even Damon feel cautious.
"We wouldn't even have to have one if you weren't stealing my roommate," she retorted and stepped even closer to Damon, muttering, "If you so much as let anything happen to her, you'll find yourself castrated. Ya got that?" Damon actually shuddered at the thought, trying to keep the calm smile on his face. He knew he could outrun her or something, but just the thought of her doing that and knowing that it couldn't heal sent chills down his spine. Brooke hurried over to the petite dirty-blonde, pulling her away from the man.
"Okay, Tutor Mom," Brooke exclaimed before making a face too. "Okay, pleeeaaassseee! Don't make me have to call you that any time soon." Haley blushed.
"I have to get my husband back first, Brooke," Haley said and Brooke smirked suggestively.
"You alone in an apartment with different men as your neighbors?" Haley blushed even more. "That won't take long. And you better not screw it up this time." Haley smirked before bringing Brooke into her arms and Brooke hugged her back fiercely. She knew she'd miss Tutor Girl the most. They seemed so much closer now, even closer than her and Peyton. Brooke made a mental note to call Haley every day.
"I'm gonna miss you, Tiger," Haley whispered and Brooke smiled.
"Ditto, Tutor Girl." Damon rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Sorry for breaking up the love-fest, but we've got a schedule and a little brother to free from torture," Damon told them and the blondes shot him a surprised look.
"Torture?" Peyton inquired and Brooke hurried to Damon's side.
"Nothing serious. Family issues," she said quickly, punching Damon in the ribs. He faked a cough and she glowered. "I'll call you guys when we get to Mystic Falls." Peyton and Haley smiled to her, sad looks on their faces, and Brooke hugged them one last time. "You're my girls for life, okay. No matter what."
Hours later and Brooke was currently leaning her back against the passenger side door, sitting up and draping her legs over Damon's lap. He was driving, somewhere in northern North Carolina and Brooke was texting Mouth, who was pretty upset that he hadn't had the chance to spend time with her before she left. She promised she'd visit just for him and begged him to take care of Luke for her.
"Any regrets?" Damon inquired, almost fearful of the response. He honestly needed Brooke in Mystic Falls. He needed someone with a light in them, someone who wasn't completely tainted by life. Brooke had been through some serious crap and the fact that she could find happiness in life made her that much more valuable.
It was hard to find people like that nowadays.
"Nope," she told him with a slight twinkle in her eyes. "It's you and me now." Damon smiled slightly as she put her phone away and leaned her head back. It was some time after midnight and Brooke had been up since six this morning.
"Yeah. Go to sleep, alright. I'll wake you up when we get into Virginia." Brooke smiled again before closing her eyes. Damon waited, listening for the sound of her steady breathing and heartbeat. It really was him and her now.
And he was okay with that.
"So, Damon's ignoring all of your calls?" Caroline inquired as they walked and Elena nodded, running a tired hand through her hair. "When the hell did that start?"
"Yesterday apparently," she replied, thoroughly irritated. After she told him about Stefan, he pretty much stopped returning any of her calls. Elena didn't think he'd be this pissed about it. "Alaric's been looking into these hieroglyphics Damon found, but we need Damon back here." Caroline rolled her eyes.
"Selfish to the end," she remarks and Elena shoots her a look. "What? Just because you're attracted to the guy doesn't mean I have to stop disliking him, Elena. He leaves without so much as a goodbye or anything and I'm supposed to be supportive about that? Hell no!" Elena sighed.
"We all need a break from this," Elena tried to reason and Caroline let out an aggravated sigh.
"But that doesn't mean we actually leave each other behind either." Caroline had a point. As much as Elena wanted to dislike it, her friend did. Elena exhaled deeply before sitting down at the table, pulling out a small lunch.
"Well, I was going to check by the mansion tomorrow morning. Alaric said Damon told him he'd be back by then." Caroline drank some of her water.
"And if he's not, I'll kick his ass for you whenever he does get back." Elena laughed at that and Caroline winked at her, smirking. "So, how's Stefan?" Elena rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her sandwich.
"Hating me." Caroline guffawed.
"You locked him in a dungeon, chained him to a chair and you refuse to give him any blood, Elena." Elena sighed at the reminder and Caroline added, "I'd hate you too."
"I know, but Lexi said it worked once…and I'm running out on options here," Elena said and Caroline nodded in understanding. "How's Bonnie?" Caroline made a face and Elena felt like crap. But there was nothing she could do. Jeremy screwed up his relationship with Bonnie by kissing Anna.
"Trying not to set her house on fire," Caroline replied and Elena kicked her underneath the table, making the blonde giggle. "But she's strong. You know that."
"Yeah…it's just sad that you can't say anything to your best friend when the guy that hurt her happens to be your little brother." Caroline shook her head at the absurdity of it all. They really were a screwed up bunch, weren't they? Hell, Matt was too and he wasn't even as involved in all of this as they were.
"Well, we're stronger together and the moment we realize that, we'll all be good. We're gonna get through this." Elena nodded, inwardly loving the vampire Caroline so much more than she ever had the human Caroline. This one was more insightful and wiser. And she was a better friend.
"I know." Caroline smirked.
"And I promise that I will try not to think about killing Damon Salvatore…at least until after we get rid of Klaus." And Elena laughed.
Brooke blinked into wakefulness, snuggling into the warm sheets and mattress. She practically sank into the mattress and Brooke smiled in content. Yawning, she slowly blinked more before opening her eyes fully. Sitting up, Brooke realized that she wasn't in the car anymore. She was in a bedroom.
A very nice bedroom.
Glancing down at her body, Brooke fingered the silk of the black long-sleeved male shirt she was wearing, underwear still on her body underneath it. The sleeves were too long and the shirt fell to the middle of her thighs. It had to be Damon's.
"Damon?" She called out, her voice a little raspier from the sleep. No answer. Pouting, Brooke climbed out of the king-sized bed and walked around the room before noting a piece of paper on the dresser. Tucking tousled hair behind her ears, she grabbed it. It was a note from Damon.
Had to go take care of some things with Ric. Be back later. There's some food from the Grill in the microwave.
-Damon
P.S. Don't lie around in my shirt all day. I actually like that one.
"Jackass," Brooke remarked with a small giggle before setting the paper down. Heading out of the room, she walked down the hallway before finding the stairs. After getting lost for a few minutes, Brooke found herself in a living room, a fire burning brightly. Smiling at the beauty of the place, Brooke almost flinched when the doorbell rang. Following the sound, Brooke hurried towards the front door and swung the door open to find a very pretty girl.
Elena Gilbert's eyes widened in surprise as Brooke stared at her in kind, a nervous surprise evident on her pretty face. Brooke noted the elegantly slender build of the girl before her, the clear olive skin, small almond-shaped brown eyes and the dark brown hair before recalling the picture of Katherine.
"Hi, you must be Elena," Brooke concluded with a small smile and attempted to pull down Damon's shirt. Elena followed the movement before blinking at the girl who seemed like she was only a few inches shorter than her, something inside of her heating up at the thought of the super model before her wearing Damon's shirt.
"And you are?" Elena asked.
"Umm…a friend of Damon's." Elena's eyebrows soared and Brooke shifted all of her weight to her right leg, leaning against the door. Brooke was used to being exposed; as many times as she's slept with guys, modesty was kinda dead now. However, with the way Elena was staring at her, she felt strangely overexposed and she hadn't even done anything wrong. "Do you need anything?"
Yeah. I need to know who the hell you are and what you're doing in his clothes, Elena quipped mentally before shaking her head.
"I…ummmm…I needed to talk to Damon. Is he here?" Brooke shook her head.
"No. He said he was handling some stuff with Ric," she told the girl and Elena clutched her back pack. The only person that called Alaric Ric was Damon. Who the hell was she? "If you want, you can wait for him –
"No, I better head to school," Elena said, backtracking. Brooke watched in amusement as the girl started to walk away before she turned back to Brooke. "What did you say your name was again?" I didn't, Brooke thought but smiled nonetheless.
"Brooke Davis," she answered. "See you in class, Elena."
