When I awoke, Damon was gone.
"Damon?" I said his name as if I was hungover. I shot up off the ground. I pulled my clothes on inside out and sloppy, running up the stairs.
"Damon!" I shouted his name. I slammed open the door and looked straight in my living room. I ran to the front door and flung it open. His car was still their. What the heck? I thought to myself.
"I'm over here." I heard his voice coming from behind me. I jumped, very shocked.
"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. "You almost F-ing gave me a heart attack!"
"Sorry," he laughed at me. I gave him the death glare for a few seconds, then joined him in the kitchen.
"Are you making breakfast?" I asked, even though it was obvious he was.
"Yes. I woke up early, so I thought I make you some food," he replied. I rolled my eyes at him. What kind of guy is handy in the kitchen? I thought. Normally they shout at us girls to make them a "sammich", or for us to go in the kitchen where we are "supposed to be".
I walked over to the cabinets and got out the plates out. I set them on the table, then I walked over to the drawers and pulled out some forks and spoons. I grabbed some napkins, then I went back over to the table and set everything up for us.
Damon brought the meal, he had prepared for us, and put it on our plates. I went back to the cabinets and got out some glasses. Then I got the juice from the fridge. I started for the the table with the glasses in one hand, the juice in the other. I was stopped to see Damon holding my chair out.
"Aww. How gentlemen-like of you," I said teasingly, walking over to the chair and placing my bum on it. " Thank you."
"You're welcome, m'lady," he answered back to me back with a british tone. He sat down in the chair next to me. We sat their eating, making jokes and talking about ourselves. Withought a care in the world, except for eachother.
"So, what do you want to do?" he asked me as we walked through my neighborhood.
"We're kinda, already, sorta doing somehting, hun," I replied laughing at his question rolling my eyes.
"I mean after this, once we're done," he said. "More specifically, what are you gonna do?"
"About what?" I understood he was hinting on something.
"Me." I heard a voice come from behind me. It sent shivers down my spine and made my neck hairs stand up. I turned around to see Stefan.
"St-Stefan?" I said all jittery and what not.
"Yes, can't you tell he was hinting on me dumbass?" Stefan said codly.
"Don't talk to her like that bro-Stefan" he replied confidentely
Did he almost say brother? I questioned myself silently.
"She's none of your concern Damon," Stefan answered with an angered expression. "Why are you here with her any way?"
"Is that any of your concern Stefan?" Damon spit his name out like a total jack-ass. He sounded like a totally different person.
"Damon, get out of here, I need to straighten Elena up a bit," Stefan said with just a bit of disbelief in his voice.
"Straighten me up?" I snapped. "Who do you think you are?"
"I know that I am your boyfriend, and that you're probably cheating on me with him" he accused, pointing at Damon. I turned around and started walking. Damon followed, as I knew he would.
"And, where are you going?" he asked with gritted teeth.
"Home," I replied, really pissed. "Home to have hott sex with Damon on the kitchen table." I turned my head slightly to see Damon smiling.
"Excuse you?" Stefan asked, now holding my arm with a death grip.
"Get off me!" I barked in his face, struggling to break free. Damon took Stefans' neck in his hands.
"Let her go," he growled. I looked at him, a little confused and freaked out. Stefan let go of my arm, he backed away like he was tough.
"I'll straighten you later," he said turning around, obviously pissed off. "Have fun with Damons' pansy ass!" We watched him sulk away into the dusk.
He truely is a dick. And a big one.