Damon sat in his car at the edge of the woods as his passenger door opened. "Katherine." She slid in beside him, slamming the door, "Damon." Damon pulled away from the curb, driving down the road. "Last night something happened Damon. While Stefan was drunk, he thought I was Elena and he started begging for my forgiveness and before I could realize it, he kissed me thinking I was her." Damon listened as he pushed down on the gas pedal, watching the speedometer rise. "And you feel guilty that you didn't stop him." "Well, yeah." "My how you've changed." He said, sounding shocked. "Just step on it." "Where are we going?" "To see your sister." "My sister?" "Yes your older sister Alexia, she is a vampire isn't she?" Katherine turned to look at him. "Yes, but what do you have to see her for?" he asked warily. Back in the days when Damon was still human and he knew nothing of Katherine, back when he didn't even know who she was, his older sister of four years had brought home a friend from college.
That friend just so happened to be little Miss Katherine. Alexia had begged their father for Katherine to stay with them over spring break and he had immediately fallen for her. Now he wished he hadn't, that he hadn't had even given her the time of day but it was a tad bit late for regrets. "I need to talk to her." Alexia lived in New Brunswick, New Jersey and they had some road to travel. "It's about 9am now so we better get a move on if we want to get there by morning." Stefan cleaned up the mess of breakfast that he refused to eat and left the house.
"Stefan." Elena had opened the door to find him standing on her porch. "What are you doing here?" she asked, opening the door wider, leaning against the door frame. "I need to talk to you." "About what?" "About last night." "Last night?" Elena was confused, her brows scrunched together. Stefan nodded, "I know I was drunk and I had no right to and I just wanted to apologize." "For what?" "Kissing you." Elena stood up straight. "Look Stefan, I don't know who you were with last night, but I was here with Damon." Stefan gulped, "Damon." "Yes Damon, my boyfriend." "Right, Damon." "Stefan." "No Elena, it's cool, sorry to waste your time with my stupid apologies." "Stefan, you can't feel this way about me anymore." Stefan ignored her, walking away. Elena sighed, watching him go as she shut the door.
"Come on Katherine you know how I hate U2!" "How could you?! They're Irish and their accents are to die for sexy." Damon rolled his eyes, hitting the button that changes stations. "You'd rather listen to MMR?" she asked in a sarcastic tone. "Don't you know it's all about sex drugs and rock n roll?!" he asked, drumming his hands on the steering wheel. "You don't even do drugs!" she said, having to compete with the loud speakers. Damon shrugged, "Don't have to; I already know what good music is, certainly not that band full of leprechauns." Katherine gapped, "They are not leprechauns!"
Stefan sat down at the bar once again, there weren't that many things to do that could occupy someone of his age. He got bored of reading and he thought television was a waste of time except for when Gilmore Girls came on; he secretly had a thing for Lorelai. The bartender handed him a bottle of beer and then continued to wipe down the rest of the bar as Stefan tilted back the bottle, taking a long gulp. "Hey Stef." Caroline sat down beside him, asking for two shots of tequila. "Hey Caroline." He said in response. After the bartender handed her two shot glasses, she slid one over to Stefan, "I don't want to drink alone." Stefan nodded, finishing off his beer and taking the glass in his hand. "What shall we drink to?" he asked as Caroline raised her glass, "To being single." "What happened to Tyler?" "I caught him in our bed with some bimbo." Stefan nodded thoughtfully, "To being single." They tipped back their shots, feeling the burning pleasure glide down their throats.
"Don't stop believin', hold on to the feelin', streetlights, people!" Damon and Katherine sang along to the song as it ended. Katherine leaned back in her seat, "I love that song." "Finally something we can agree on." Damon said, pulling into the parking lot of a little inn. They stopped in the lobby first to get a room. Damon leaned over the check in desk, smirking at the young-twenty something blonde who sat behind it. "I'd like a room please." He said as Katherine rolled her eyes. "That I can help you with, I just need your id please." Damon nodded, "Of course." He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and sliding his drivers license over to her. "Well Mr. Salvatore…" "Please, call me Damon." He interrupted her. "Ok, Damon. You will now have room D21. How long will you be staying?" "Just tonight." She frowned slightly before looking over his shoulder at Katherine. "I'm sorry; do you need a room as well?" "No, I'm with him." The woman pursed her lips then said to Damon, "Here's your key." Damon took the key from her smiling, "Thank you." As they begun to walk away she called after them, "Have a good night!" Damon smirked as Katherine rolled her eyes, "You had to mess with the poor girl's head didn't you?" "I wouldn't be me otherwise." "You say it like it's a bad thing." Damon opened the door to their room, "I'll sleep on the couch." Katherine nodded, beginning to strip. "What are you doing?" Damon asked wide eyed. Katherine rolled her eyes, "I'm not going to sleep in my clothes if I don't have any other one's to wear for tomorrow, they'll get wrinkly. Besides, I always sleep naked, you should know that." Damon rolled his eyes, stripping down to his boxers and flopping onto the couch, rolling away from her before she got completely bare, facing the wall. "Goodnight Damon." "Goodnight Katherine."
Stefan pressed her back against the door, kissing a trail down her neck. Caroline breathed heavily as she slid his jacket off of his shoulders. He opened the door to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him as he pushed her back onto the bed as he pulled his shirt over his head and his jeans down his legs. Caroline undressed as well leaving both of them in their undergarments. Stefan leaned down, straddling her as he pulled the covers over their heads…