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A/N; I always get nervous when I open a story and there is no author's note... I try to keep it as canon as possible, fan fic too out of character gives me hives... Happy Reading!
Thank you CaptainPeroxide for my second review (Go Team Spike! LOL) Every writer loves reviews :) And thank you for everyone for following!
Ok, I love this chapter...I hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Sorry if the action is starting out slowly for our favorite couple, but come on...I mean, it's Elena.
Get ready for a funny scene inspired by one of my favorite Damon fanvids (it's funny in my head, let's see if you think it's funny too...I just hope it isn't too far out of character). Speaking of, is anyone else obsessed with TVD Crack vids?
Lastly, I think I found the perfect quote for Delena vs. Stefan-Elena below, what do you think? Chapter 5 is almost ready...but I think I'm going to hold it hostage for a couple more reviews ;) So, enjoy this little bit of Delena sweetness...Happy V-Day!
Twisted Switch
There are days when you need someone who just wants to be your sunshine, and not the air you breathe. ~Robert Brault
Chapter Four: Driving Miss Daisy
The sun was bright in the Grill's parking lot. Elena was leaning up against the driver side door of Damon's beautiful blue Camaro. The two were still reeling from what had just happened. Klaus, in the Grill, threatening them to find Stefan.
"Damon, what are we going to do?"
"Nothing."
"What?"
"Right now...nothing. Go do some family time. You deal with your rebellious little brother," Damon gave her a stern look, "and I'll work on a plan to find mine."
Elena had to admit that what Damon was suggesting was exactly what she wanted to do. "Ok," she sighed, "but your not going back inside, are you?"
"Worried I'll drink myself into oblivion?"
She furrowed her brows, "The thought did cross my mind. Why don't I drive you home?"
"Elena, I don't need an escort. I can drive myself."
"You're drunk."
"I'm a vampire," Damon said indignantly
"You're a drunk vampire."
He looked over her relentless expression, and the unwavering resolve in her eyes. He took a minute to drink in her emotions, and how beautiful she looked when she was standing up to him.
At that, he broke, "Fine," Damon said, rolling his eyes. He threw his keys up in the air and Elena caught them with both hands. She stood there shocked that he had given up so easy.
Elena opened the car door and slid in. She put the key in the ignition with a little bit of smugness. Damon really loved his car, and to her knowledge, she was the only one he let drive it, as rare as that was.
She waited for him to open the passenger door, but instead he got into the backseat. She turned around and gave him a puzzling look. Damon ignored her and simply stretched both arms across the back seats. He looked extra cocky, but in a lighthearted way. "Home, Jeeves!"
Elena couldn't help but let out a tiny laugh as she rolled her eyes.
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When Elena had first suggested driving Damon home, she thought the ride would be filled with awkwardness pushing them to talk about their kiss. Instead, it was filled with Damon's incessant singing.
Everybody's gonna love today, gonna love today, gonna love today
Said everybody's gonna love today...love, love me
Anyway you want to...anyway you've got to
Love, love me...love, love me...shock, shock me
Said everybody's gonna love today, love today, love today
Everybody's gonna love today
Anyway you want to...anyway you've got to
Love, love me...love, love me
Shock, shock me...shock, shock me
Anyway you want to...anyway you've got to
Love, love me!
Damon wasn't so much as singing, as he was rasping and roughly singsonging the lyrics completely out of order. This went on the entire ride, from the the time they left the Grill, until they arrived at the Salvatore Boarding House. The entire ride.
Elena tried her best to act irritated, but she couldn't keep smiles from escaping her lips. The harder she tried not to smile, the more she would. Damon even noticed she let out a few muffled laughs.
The way Damon could draw her out of her doom and gloom seriousness never ceased to amaze her. No less than an hour ago they had been face to face with Klaus, and Elena knew that in a short while she would be having a talk with Jeremy about responsibility and perseverance. But here, in this car with Damon, she could just be herself for a little while. Not the doppelganger. Not the authoritative big sister. Just Elena.
"We're here," she stated obviously, as they pulled up the expansive driveway. Elena stopped the car, and waited for him to exit his Camaro. When he didn't, she got out and opened the door to the backseat with a huff, "Damon?"
He let his head fall back against the seat, then turned to look at her. Elena let herself get drawn into those gorgeous ocean eyes. If she hadn't been sure she was wearing vervain, she would have sworn Damon was compelling her.
Then, before she knew what was happening, he pulled her into the backseat with vampire speed and slammed the door behind her.
"Damon!"
"Sorry. It was getting a little lonely back here." He gave her a small little pout that slowly turned into a devilish little smile. After studying the guarded look on her face, and noticing the whole body blush she wasn't able to stop, Damon let his face relax, "Or we could just talk."
"Damon, now isn't the best time."
"Elena, you can't keep ignoring us."
His words carried more weight than Elena realized. She paused for a moment, then came up with her excuse, "Not while you're drunk."
Damon gave a little chuckle, "Elena, I'm actually not that drunk."
She looked at him with serious eyes, then dismissed the thoughts that starting creeping into her mind. "Oh? And you serenading me like an idiot?"
"Yeah, well...it was worth it to see you smile."
A genuinely warm smile crossed her face. "Ok. So, what do you want to talk about,?" she said stupidly. He gave her a look to match the idiotic question she had just asked. What did he want to talk about? Was she really going to play this game?
Damon sucked in a long breath, "I want to talk about Twilight." She shot him a look full of daggers at his caustic remark. "Do you really think Jacob has a shot in hell?" he scorned, "I mean, come on, the guys a werewolf." After a roll of Elena's eyes, Damon toned down his delivery, "What do you think I want to talk about?"
"Damon there's not much to say. We kissed, and-"
"Oh, no, no, no! Let's get one thing straight...you kissed me, Elena." Of all the ways Damon pictured their first kiss happening, and he pictured some improbable scenarios, he never let himself believe she would be the one to initiate it. He was not about to let her forget that. "I just want to hear you say it," he said with a smirk.
Elena rolled her eyes so violently, they almost disappeared into the back of her head, "Damon! You're the one who wanted to talk. So do you think you could be serious...at least for 5 minutes?"
"I'll give you 6." Elena's eyes widened, and Damon knew he was pushing it. "Ok, ok. I'm sorry," he said as let his face relax back to 'Elena-you-need-to-admit-what-your-feeling' Damon. "The truth is you caught me off guard that night, and that is not an easy thing to do. Elena, you know how I feel about you. But I also know how my brother feels about you. I guess I just never imagined you would be the one to cross the line."
If he had expected her to say something sweet, and calming, then he was apparently in the wrong backseat.
Cross the line? Is that what she had done? Crossed a line? Elena's face twisted with annoyance. She brought her eyebrows together, giving her forehead a line that would rival Stefan's best. Then Elena started to rant like a crazy person. Only half of her thoughts were pouring out her mouth, so she was well aware what little sense she was making.
What the hell did he know about the line? "The line! What line, Damon?" Time and time again he had gone so far over the line that, "You can't even see the line!" After all his flirting, all his comments, and his pinning for her...now there was a line! "After everything I," she tried to redirect, "You!"
It was no use. Elena had lost the ability to form coherent sentences. Damon had no idea what can of worms he just opened, but he was pretty sure it was labeled 'Pandora's Box'.
Elena started to feel things she didn't even know she was upset about. Things she hadn't dealt with yet. Mostly it was all the hurt and anger over Stefan leaving her. Before she could stop herself, she was directing everything towards Damon.
He thought for a minute that he should shout back. Damon did not like to be yelled at. But then again, she wasn't really yelling, more like stammering in panted breaths. And heaven help him, but Damon couldn't help but get turned on by Elena's heated temper.
Elena started to realize that she was taking all her frustrations out on him. Was this something she did a lot? As she calmed down, she started to bottle some of her emotions back up. Elena knew she would have to face up to her feelings eventually, but not today. Not now.
There's trouble with bottling up our feelings, pushing everything we feel away. If we're not careful, those emotions will creep up on us with an unforgiving fury. One day our repression will rear it's ugly head, and in Elena's case, attempt to destroy everything in it's path. You can only run on pure righteousness and expectations for so long.
She let out a long sigh, and said more calmly, "Are you sorry that we...that I kissed you?"
Damon didn't say anything, he just answered her with his eyes. He started to move a little closer to her, inching himself until he heard a hitch in her breath. She froze as he brought one hand up to caress her face. He slowly brushed his fingertips across her cheek bone, then let them fall to her jawline.
He smiled as he heard Elena's heart start to beat faster and faster. She realized that she was letting her eyes close drowsily.
Damon knew if he kissed her right then and there, if he pulled Elena into a passionate embrace, she wouldn't resist. For some reason, for some incomprehensible reason, he just held his hand to her face.
Elena realized she had her eyes closed, and flung them open. She tried to regain some of her composure. Damon was now looking at her with his head tilted, peering deep into her eyes in a way that shredded her inhibitions. Elena ached for him to pull his soft lips to hers, but he didn't move in any further. She couldn't figure out why, so she just said it. The first thing that made any kind of sense.
"Damon, I shouldn't kiss you again. We both know it's not right," she sighed. But her tone was pleading, begging to be argued with. She had desperately tried to make it a statement. A declaration that would convince her body to get in line with her head. But try as she might, the words that left her lips sounded more like a question than anything else.
Damon dropped his hand from her face. A panic started to rise in her chest, but it immediately stopped when he inched a little closer and cupped her face with both hands. "It's right," he smiled softly, "It's just not right now."
She smiled back at him. Elena was relieved that he didn't want to push the subject any further for the time being. It was almost like Damon could tell her emotions were shakily resting right under the surface, and that all she needed was something to rock her core to send her into that insanity spiral.
They sat there for a moment longer, until Damon let his hands fall away from her face. In doing so, he ran his hands through the hair framing her delicate features. Elena let out one more long, exhausted breath before Damon exited the car.
He leaned back into the car, where Elena was trying to normal her breath. She could have swore she heard him chuckle. Within another minute she was finally able to move from the backseat. She got out and opened the car door.
"Take my baby home. I'll come by later."
"Ok," she said looking at the keys in her hand, before looking up at Damon.
As she looked over the hood of the car, Elena's gaze was met by one of the sexist, most satisfied smirks she had seen in a long time, "I was talking to my Camaro."