Another chapter! Sorry for the delay!

Chapter 3

Elena had woke up that morning with a smile on her face. She had dreamed about Damon all night. She supposed it was a little bit creepy as Damon was in the room next to her but she didn't care. It wasn't as if he could read minds. Then she became sad as she thought of her father. This was something she didn't think she would be able to get used to.

Damon had woke up that morning with a smile on his face. He had dreamed about Elena all night. He was surprised at how romantic his subconscious mind could be, in his dream he had made them a boat and took them out of America and proposed to her when they were halfway to England. It was really strange, he hadn't thought about marrying before.

He got up and stretched before padding along to the bathroom. He opened the door with out thinking and walked straight in on Elena standing in her house coat, moisturising her face in the mirror.

"Damon! Get out!" Her voice rose a few octaves. Damon closed the door with a chuckle. He had knew ammo towards her. He decided to knock on the bathroom door.

"Elena? Can I come in? I want a shower," he laughed. She opened the door, her face now rid of the cream.

"And what clean clothes would you put on? I don't recall you bringing clean underwear," she retorted. He stood there, puzzled. Elena laughed. "It's okay, I'll let you borrow something of my dad's. It's not like he needs them now anyway," she muttered quietly at the end, but Damon still heard her.

"Thanks." He slipped in the bathroom with her and went to pull down his boxers.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Elena's voice quivered.

"Going for a shower, what does it look like?"

"Don't you want me out he bathroom first?" Elena said, her jaw dropping.

"I'm not to fussed." Damon pulled them down and stepped into the shower. Elena quickly covered her eyes and turned round. She couldn't believe he had just done that.

Damon chuckled. He wasn't the modest type but he hadn't expected Elena to whirl round and not look at him. He didn't know she got that embarrassed. He started the shower and moaned when the hot water fell onto his body.

"Enjoying that shower?" Elena giggled. He had almost forgotten that she was there.

"Well I would enjoy it better if you were in here with me."

"Excuse me?" Elena felt like she was going to faint at the thought of being in a shower with Damon. Was he hitting on her?

Damon went bright red. He couldn't believe he had just said that. It was a natural instinct within him to flirt with Elena, not that it had ever really happened before. He had always managed to stop himself when a witty and inappropriate comment had threatened to spill from his mouth.

"It was a joke, calm down." He tried to say it calmly but it didn't work for him. His voice came out kind of shaky and it confused Elena. Did he want her in the shower or not? She thought he was toying with her emotions. Either that or she was overanalysing things. It wouldn't have been the first time.

"Right, okay. I'm going to get changed now. I'll come back in with a few of my Dad's clothes. Enjoy your shower." Damon heard the door close and he stood thinking about things. He wasn't too sure he was going to be happy wearing a dead guy's clothes but there wasn't much he could do about it. He hard the door open and close again and a rustling of material.

"There are some towels in the basket. Help yourself," Elena said quietly before leaving again. She crossed to her bedroom and started tidying up. She felt unsure of herself when Damon started flirting with her, she didn't really know what to do. She had never had a boyfriend or even have a boy flirt with her before so this was all new territory. Elena's mother had been shocked when she had asked for clothes for Damon, Elena was sure she didn't want to give them any. But Elena had managed to convince her otherwise. Her door flew open and she thought it was her mother deciding against lending him the clothes, but when she turned round it was Damon standing in her doorway with a towel wrapped round his waist, showing off his toned body. Elena knew she was staring at his chest but she couldn't help it, it was so gorgeous. There was definitely a six pack there and it was so defined that Elena felt she could probably put her finger in between them. Damon went scarlet.

"I, uh, thought this was my room," he said before backing out and running off. Again, Damon had left Elena standing there, confused. He wasn't embarrassed stripping in front of her but when she saw him wearing a towel, that was enough to send the blood rushing to his face? She would never understand that boy. Also she wondered why he needed to go in his room, everything was laying out in the bathroom that he needed. Rolling her eyes she started getting organised for school.

Damon was rushing to find his cell phone. He had forgotten about it that morning and every few hours he checked it to see if Stefan had contacted him. In his rush, he had accidentally walked into Elena's room. The fact it was an accident and the way that she had stared at him had made him blush, it wasn't like him to make mistakes, she should know that. Looking at his phone, he yet again felt disappointed. Nothing from Stefan. But it was good that Damon had something to hold on to and too hope for. If he didn't, he probably wouldn't have a reason to live. He walked back to the bathroom slowly.

When Damon was ready he collected his stuff and thumped downstairs. Elena was sipping an orange juice at the island in the kitchen and had a slice of toast in front of her.

"Would you like anything for breakfast?" she asked him.

"Yeah, I'll have what you're having." Elena got up to make him it. "No, I'll get it. Save yourself the trouble." Elena smiled at him and sat back down.

"Good morning Damon," Isobel said hoarsely as she walked in the room.

"Good morning Mrs Gilbert," Damon felt bad but he didn't actually know Elena's mom's name.

"Call me Isobel."

"Alright. Good morning Isobel."

Elena rolled her eyes. Why was her mom getting to know Damon? This was a one off situation that they were in.

Damon brought his toast over and sat directly next to Elena. "Mmmm, I actually love toast. It has to be one of my favourite foods. I could eat it all day," Damon remarked.

"Same. My mom and dad never understood why I loved it but I do. I especially like the burnt kind," Elena confessed.

"Same!" Damon held his hand up for a high five. She raised her eyebrow but gave him a high five and giggled. Isobel shook her head watching the two of them. She wished she had seen them interact before and she would have told her daughter to make a move on him. They were both obviously attracted to each other, she could even feel the electricity in the air.

"Bye mom, I love you!" Elena said to Isobel on the way out the door. She kissed her mother's cheek and they hugged for a few minutes.

"Thank you for breakfast, Isobel," Damon said as he passed her. Isobel pulled him in for a hug as well.

"Now, Damon, you come here whenever you want, okay? I hope you feel welcome here," she told him sincerely.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you."

"No problem."

Elena and Damon had a pleasant walk to school, it was the most they had ever really talked together. Elena had forgotten all about the disease by the time they had arrived and was shocked when she noticed so few people had came. Had their numbers really fallen by that much?

That day, only eight people turned up, including Elena and Damon. Nobody was in a good mood anymore, they were full of remorse and all of them were grieving. Elena was almost inconsolable again as Bonnie hadn't arrived at all. Damon wasn't too sure he liked how emotional she was because in all the years he had known her, he had seen her cry more times in those two days than the rest of the years.

Elena sniffed and smiled half-heartedly at Damon. "I'm sorry, she's not even my family but we've been best friends since kindergarten, you know?"

"Yes, I completely understand. My best friend was the first to go, God it was horrible trying to get over Matt's death. It doesn't seem like just two months ago…"

"It's only been two months?" Elena asked, horrified. "It seems like years ago since it first started. Where's my sense of time gone?" she said with a watery smile.

All throughout this mini conversation, Damon was rubbing Elena's back. She found it soothing, as if she couldn't remember a time when she wasn't soothed by this.

"It's time to leave, Elena," Damon whispered in her ear. She woke with a start. The continuous motion of him rubbing her back must have soothed her until she fell asleep. She couldn't believe it. Not once had she fell asleep in school before.

"Are you wanting to com back to mine again?" Elena sounded hopeful. Damon shook his head.

"I have to face my house. I'm going to dig a hole in the back garden or something and bury my mom. I can't just leave her in her bed, that would be so wrong. I need to do this," Damon explained. Elena nodded. She understood that he would want a proper goodbye, but she couldn't face the fact that he wouldn't be in the same house as her that night. She didn't want to worry the whole night that he wouldn't turn up to school the next day, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Alright then, so I guess I will see you tomorrow?" It was more of a question than a statement. She was hoping he would change his mind and go back with her.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Damon said it more forcefully. They stared at each other for a few minutes and eventually, Elena hugged him.

"Be safe, Damon."

"You too Elena." Then he started to walk away. Elena was upset, she really thought that he was going to kiss her. She watched him walk away, unable to move herself.

His emotions were conflicted. He wanted to run back and kiss Elena, but if he did he would never be able to drag himself away from her and he needed to go home.

Ah screw it, he thought. He turned back round and strode quickly towards her before putting both hands on either side of her face and leaning down towards her mouth.

His lips met hers with what felt like an explosion for both of them. He kissed her passionately, as if he had been storing up this kiss for many years. Too say Elena was surprised was an understatement but it didn't take her long to get over her shock and kiss back just as passionately. Her hands rose up and tangled in his black hair and he groaned into her lips. His tongue grazed along her bottom lip and made her knees wobbly. His hands had moved and they were now running up and down her back. Elena granted his tongue entry and they moved around each other, mini fireworks exploding in their mouths. All to soon, Damon drew back for air.

"Goodbye Elena."

"Goodbye Damon."

No words needed to be said between them to understand what that kiss meant. It meant I love you, but I'm too afraid to say it. It meant goodbye in case tonight is my last. It meant I've always liked you, and I'm glad you finally know.

A wee bit of a mushy ending there, but trust me, there will be no time for mushy moments in the future. Well, actually, I'm lying. There may be a few mushy moments in the foreseeable future. Tell me what you thought about that chapter please!

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Next chapter hopefully will be up tomorrow or Thursday, have a nice week people!