It'd been days since the drunken admission that had passed through Damon's lips. When I woke up the night after it, he was no where to be seen. I called and texted but he never replied, so I let it be. I wasn't sure if the silence was because he remembered what he'd said and didn't mean it, or he did, or he just didn't want me to pressure him into telling me what had him so beaten down.
Damon was the kind of guy whose eyes told exactly how he was feeling but he would never admit it. The guy was like a rock, if he didn't want to talk, you might as well just give up. He'd let you in so far, enough to feel like he was being fair, and then he'd put up his wall.
Caroline and Bonnie could tell something was wrong with me and that it probably had to do with some blue eyed man, but they didn't press me for information. Instead, they let me mope around the apartment for sometime now. I know it wouldn't last longer, Caroline could never stand me being like this for too long; she'd start ranting about how I was young and beautiful and needed to be happy.
"Elena".
"Jeez, what?" I asked grouchily to the individual who had pushed me.
"I asked if you wanted to BBQ tonight at the beach, it's Damon and Stefan's last weekend here and I want to hang out with them in style," Bonnie informed me. I guess Caroline had whined to her about me until she decided to appease her. Bonnie never confronted me about things or suggested things unless it was really important to her, and by her I mean Caroline.
"That's fine. I'll supply the alcohol; I'm feeling a little somber and stressed out. You guys can do the food and please, for the love of God, do not let Stefan cook the burgers or meat of any sort. He'll manage to burn down any near by building, this is not going to be a repeat incident of my shed in high school," I chastised.
"Whatever Boozy, see you tonight." She patted my shoulder and walked out of the living room. Guess she was going to go tell Blondie the good news.
This was going to be an interesting night, I could already feel it coming on. If someone didn't watch my alcohol consumption rate, some inappropriate words and feelings were going to come out. Damon would be getting a new one if I had any say about it. You don't just ignore a girl after saying what he said—at least clarify the meaning behind it.
Men. Can't live with them, and you can't ever live without them.
Hours later…
The beach was quiet tonight, a few families were out as were a few surfers, but mostly the beach was just here. It was rare and nice, and I took it all. The sky glowed orange as the giant orb sat against the water, turning the blue waves to a brilliant fiery color, perfectly complementing the L.A. sky.
Finally, I could see the bonfire flickering on the horizon, signaling the BBQ was officially underway. My chest heaved deeply as I inhaled in attempt to relieve the anticipation that was eating away at me. Tonight would either be in my favor or I would run Damon off to New York with not even a second look back from him. All I needed to do was keep the alcohol to a minimum and shut my mouth when the urge to word vomit came about.
A/N: Sorry I've taken over two weeks to update, I feel horrible. College is kicking my butt, it seems the last month the studying, tests, and work never ends. This is no where near the chapter length I wanted… it's really just a simple taste to give you something to look forward to. I hope you understand!