A/N: I know this is really short, but I'll update everyday so it's okay. :)
Damon tried to subtly drink from his flask as he watched the teenagers grind all over each other and drink alcohol-free punch. Why had he agreed to chaperone the Christmas Dance anyway? He hated high school. Well, he hated the students. Well he hated most of them. Jeremy was pretty okay, and Stefan wasn't always awful. But Damon had much better things to be doing than chaperoning teenagers.
Liz Forbes walked up to him. "Teenagers," she said. "I sure don't miss all the drama that happened when I was that age."
"It's hard for me to remember when I was a teenager. It was so long ago," Damon said with a smile.
"How old are you anyway?" Liz asked, taking a sip of the bunch.
"A hundred and sixty-nine," Damon said.
"You make me feel young," Liz said.
"You don't look a day over thirty," Damon said, he looked out into the crowd of students. "Have you seen Jeremy?"
"He's been hanging out with your brother," Liz said.
"I'm going to go look for them," Damon decided aloud. He wandered through the dancing students in the dimly lit gym and then he saw Jeremy dancing. With Stefan.
Damon grabbed Stefan by the shirt collar and pulled him away from Jeremy. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Umm... dancing," Stefan said, glaring at his brother.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jeremy asked.
"Shut up, Jeremy," Damon said angrily.
"No, you shut up!" Jeremy said. "This is none of your business!"
"What is wrong with you two?" Stefan asked.
"Your boyfriend is kind of seeing someone else," Damon said.
"What?" Stefan asked, glaring at Damon.
"I'm not seeing you Damon," Jeremy said. "I saw you naked. That does not constitute seeing somebody."
"You slept with Damon?" Stefan said.
"To be fair that was before you asked me out," Jeremy said.
"You're going out with Stefan, now?" Damon asked angrily.
"To be fair, you never told me we were going out," Jeremy said.
Damon punched Stefan square in the jaw. "Damon, what the hell?" Jeremy asked. Stefan held his jaw, more out of surprise than out of pain. Damon walked away.
"Good job chaperoning, jackass!" Stefan yelled as his brother walked away.
"Come on, Stefan," Jeremy said, grabbing his hand. "Let's go."
Stefan opened the car door for Jeremy. "I'm not a girl," Jeremy said defiantly.
"I..." Stefan said. He rarely had something intelligent to say to Jeremy. He decided not to say anything and instead hopped behind the wheel. "So where are we going?"
"I don't care," Jeremy said. "Anywhere but here."
That turned out to be a secluded spot in the woods. "There now no one will bother us," Stefan said. He turned the car off.
Jeremy shifted in his seat nervously. "Stefan?" he said quietly.
"Yeah?" Stefan said.
"I like you but..." Jeremy trailed off.
"You like Damon better," Stefan finished that sentence for him.
"I didn't say that," Jeremy said.
Stefan placed his hand on Jeremy's leg. "You didn't have to say it. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you out."
"Maybe I wanted to go out," Jeremy said.
"Jeremy, I think maybe we should just be friends," Stefan said.
Jeremy grabbed Stefan's hand, not wanting to let go. "Please don't go."
"Okay," Stefan said, squeezing Jeremy's hand tightly. "I'll stay as long as you want."
A/N: Hmm... this isn't going according to plan at all. Oh, well I like the new direction.
