One week. One torturous, slow week since the day of Alaric's barbeque. Damon was furious at himself as layed in his bed, staring blankely at the celing. The thing was; he couldn't find out why he was so angry at himself. Was it because he ran out on Elena at the barbeque to get a fix? Or maybe because he hadn't talked to her since that day? Maybe it was because she was the only thing he could think about and it was driving him insane.
He couldn't concentrate on anything or anyone. Whenever he would try to play new music, Elena and her stupid doe-brown eyes that were to die for kept on creeping up in his mind. He was in deep shit with this one.
The sound of his front door of his apartment opening snapped Damon out of his trance. He quickly began to scramble around the room when the sound of his little brother's voice sounded throughout his apartment. Damon closed up the little baggie that was filled with the white substance and pulled on a t-shirt, checking himself in the mirror before greeting his brother
"Damon..." Stefan took a step towards Damon with a sigh. "I thought maybe you were out or something." Eyeing up his big brother, Stefan glanced down at his watch. "It's almost two o'clock, Damon. You're not even dressed yet, you look like a mess. Are you okay?"
For a moment, Damon found himself just staring off into space as Stefan went on and on about something before nodding slowly at his brothers words. "Of course I am. I'm fine, Stef."
Stefan couldn't help but notice how Damon couldn't keep still. He kept on tapping his foot against the wooden floors and his finger were tapping on the counter top. Patting his older brother on the shoulder, his worried expression grew bigger when Damon jumped like he just heard a gun shot. "Hey...Damon. What the hell is going on?" Stefan asked.
"Nothing is going on, okay? I had a few too many drinks last night." A satisfied smile crept on his lips when his little brother nodded. Clearly falling for Damon's little white lie. "I gotta get a shower. Thanks for stopping by, little bro." With that Damon turned on his heels and headed towards the bathroom.
"Don't forget that you're playing tonight! Nine-thirty sharp!" The young man called out to Damon before turning around to leave the apartment.
A sigh of relief escaped Damon as he heard his brother exit his apartment. He stripped his clothes off and turned on the shower before pulling out the small baggie and pouring the contents in the palm of his hand.
Dear diary,
Do you know that feeling you get when you meet someone for the first time and they are all you can think about? Yeah, well that's exactly what I'm feeling right now...and his name is Damon. I mean, it's not like I like him or anything. He's self conceited, he's cocky, and he is a huge ass. Plus, I'm in no position to even think about guys right now. But despite all of that, Damon and I had this moment...just one, simple moment where we really connected. And for a split second I could see past his whole bad-boy facade. Something tells me that there's so much more behind Damon than what I've heard from Caroline and Stefan. I mean it's not like I've been thinking non stop about his intense blue eyes or that black shirt that hugs his muscles perfectly...I really am losing it, aren't I?
"Are you writing in your diary?" Elena's head turned when she heard Bonnie's voice from behind her, quickly shutting the book as her friend took a seat beside her at the table. "I haven't seen you write in that thing for years."
Come to think of it, Bonnie was right. It had been years since she touched her diary. Ever since her parents died, she kinda just didn't see the point in it anymore. "Yeah...I don't know why I even decided to write in it, to be honest." She said with a small shrug. "I guess I missed writing." A small blush started to creep up on her cheeks.
"Elena Gilbert, is there something you're not telling me?" Bonnie teased, a small giggle falling from her lips as she playfully hit her friends shoulder. "Is there a man I should know about?"
"What?! No! Of course not, Bonnie." She side-eyed her friend before quickly shaking her head. "I'm not looking for anything like that right now." Standing up with her bowl of cereal, she began washing her dish before leaning against the counter and letting out a sigh."
Bonnie quickly turned around to face the brunette and nodded understandingly at her, quickly changing the subject. "I suspect you'll be at The Grille tonight? Stefan's brother is playing again." Elena's jaw fell agape slightly before nodding quickly.
"Yeah, of course I'll be there. Care would probably kill us if we didn't show up anyways." A laugh escaped from her. Finally she would see him again.
She really needed to snap out of this...
The Grille was exactly the same as the previous night a few weeks ago. It still smelled like whiskey and leather, almost the same people were present at the bar, and the lighting was still dark like any other bar.
The three bestfriends stood side-by-side at the front door before Caroline spotted Stefan. She immediately ran to his side, leaving just Bonnie and Elena. "Then there were two..." Elena muttered to herself before realizing that Bonnie had ventured over to one of the guys at the bar. "Or one." She said with a breathy laugh, looking around for a familiar face.
It wasn't like she couldn't go over to talk to Caroline and Stefan, but they were currently involved with other things that involved their tongues and Elena really didn't want to third-wheel tonight.
As she scanned the bar for someone she knew, Elena realized a man walking up to her. He looked familiar, but Elena couldn't put her finger on it. His hair was light-blonde and he had a slight scruff on his face, he was definetly a bit older. Late twenties, maybe early thirties.
"Now I know you..." The man pointed his finger at her with a raised brow. "Ah, I got it! You came to my barbeque with Stefan's girl, right? What's her name...? Caroline?" A sudden realization washed over Elena before she nodded at the man before her.
"That's right." Elena nodded, a tight smile on her lips. "I'm Elena Gilbert." She offered him her hand and he took it into his, shaking it warmly.
"Alaric Saltzman. But you can call me Ric." He began walking to the bar and gestured for Elena to follow him. "Sooo, did Damon lure you here? I'm only asking because I couldn't help but notice that you two were together the whole time last week."
Elena's eyes went wide and she choked on her drink. "Wha-Oh, no. Um...we just met actually. I'm here with my friends." She could feel herself starting to sweat a bit. People had noticed them at the barbeque together? It's not like anything happened, anyways. They were talking like adults. That's what two people do, after all.
"That never stopped him before." Ric muttered under his breath before downing his shot. This caught Elena off guard, her eyes immediately turned into saucers as her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. "Speak of the devil..."
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Damon strolling up to the two. A confused look was plastered on his face as he patted his friend on the back. "Ric..." Damon nodded at his friend before his attention turned to the brunette beside his best friend.
Almost like every other time they ran into each other, Damon was at a loss of words. This time was different, though. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze, tuning out the rest of the world as blue met brown. Everything was forgotten in that moment for Damon. The show he had to play tonight, the drugs, Katherine, everything...All that mattered was Elena in that one moments.
"Elena." It was the only thing he could manage to get out before he tore his gaze from her. "I wanted to..." A loud mic cut Damon off before he could get his words out, causing him to let out a frustrated sigh. "And, that's my call." With a wink and a smirk, Damon turned towards the stage.
Just like every other time she was in Damon's presence, Elena felt completely consumed by him. She felt alive when he was around and she didn't even know how that was possible. They were practically strangers, right? She thought she had come down from her "Damon-high," but then he started playing and Elena was hypnotized all over again.
Damon stood up to the mic before introducing himself and the song. He began strumming his guitar, clearing his voice befor he sang the lyrics.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
As Damon finished the classic song, Blackbird by The Beatles, Elena found her eyes still plastered on him. She felt tears sting her eyelids as she watched him sway along to the words. The lyrics spoke to her in so many ways and it was like Damon looked into her soul with those words.
Before she knew it, he was by her side again, his blue eyes piercing into her brown ones. "You were...amazing." Elena said before clearing her throat, wiping away the tears that threatned to fall.
A cocky grin appeared on his lips. "I know." Elena let out a chuckle and shook her head at him. With a sigh, he got off the bar stool and pulled her along with him, grabbing the bottle of bourbon before throwing down a bill on the table. "Come on. Let's go."
"Woah, wait! Where are we going?" Elena followed him up a set of spiral steps, excitment rushing through her. The steps lead to a door that opened up to the roof of the bar. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she stepped out onto the roof, taking in the lights and the buildings. Ever since she moved to New York she never really appreciated any of it's beauty, but she was overwhelmed by it in this moments.
Damon watched as she looked out at the city in amazement. "Pretty cool, huh?" Elena just responded with a small nod. He pulled out two chairs, setting them up near the ledge so they could see the city. "Take a seat, Gilbert."
"Are you sure we are allowed up here?" Truth be told, Elena really didn't care if they were allowed or not. She was too lost in the beauty of everything.
"Does it mattered?" Damon asked with a smirk. He used to come up here when he first moved to New York to let some steam off. It was his escape from everything. "I got an idea. Let's play Never Have I ever."
Elena's brow raised questiongly at his suggestion. "Never Have I- what?" She could tell by the 'are-you-serious' look on Damon's face that she was missing out.
"Oh, come on! You have never played Never Have I ever?! Did you go to High School?" A sigh of disbelief escaped from his lips.
"I never said I didn't know how to play it, but why should I play it with you?" She asked curiously, leaning her head against her hand.
Damon looked at her as it was one of the most obvious questions in the world. "Because I'm bored and drunk and in need of some entertainment." He sighed to himself. "It's easy. I say never have I ever dot, dot, dot...and if you have done it, you drink. If you haven't done it you don't drink. First one to finish their bottle loses. Sound easy?"
Elena responded with a nod, taking one of the small bottles of liqour that Damon handed to her. "Sounds like I can handle it."
Twisting open the cap, a smile graced the man's face. "I'll go first." Damon stopped to think for a moment before a devilsh smile played on the corners of his lips. "Never have I ever made out with a guy." He waited patiently for her response. "Starting you off easy, Gilbert."
Rolling her eyes sarcastically, Elena drank a sip of the liquor, wincing as the liquid hit her throat. "Never have I ever stole." An innocent look was in her eyes when she asked the question.
Damon smirked to himself before tipping back the bottle, taking a small sip. "I was thirteen and my friends pressured me into it." He shrugged nonchalantly. He leaned forward closer to Elena. "Never have I ever given someone a lap dance." A devilsh chuckle fell from his lips as a wicked smile overtook his features.
"Are all of your questions going to be sexual?" She asked before twisting the cap off and tipping back the bottle. "I was really...drunk." Damon responded with a sarcastic nod, patiently waiting for his question. The look in her eyes turned dark as she let out an evil-like laugh. "Never have I ever had sex in a public place."
After a moment of thinking, Damon took a small sip of his drink, a hint of embarassment in his face. "Not even going to talk about it...Never have I ever been so drunk that I've passed out."
To his surprise, Elena didn't drink. He frowned out of disbelief before taking another drink. "Guess I got myself out on that one."
Elena's expression turned darker before she leaned forward, resting her chin on her had. She spoke in a whisper, "never have I ever been in love." The words fell from her lips like a knife to the heart. His response is what shocked her the most.
Damon's jaw fell slightly agape, he slowly undid the cap on the bottle and drank. "It was a long time ago. A one time thing." He swallowed past the lump that was growing in his throat, his expression growing more serious. "Never have I ever felt so connected to someone who I just met."
Her eyes widened like saucers and her jaw almost fell to the floor. Did he know that she had been thinking about him? Was he thinking about her too? Without a second thought, Elena drank and she was even more shocked when Damon drank too. Elena broke their gaze before her expression matched Damon's. "Never have I even used an excuse of being bored and drunk just to spend time with someone." Damon drank without a second of doubt and Elena's breath hitched in her throat.
"Never have I ever took a bullshit excuse like that because I wanted to spend time with that person just as much as they wanted to spend time with that." She tipped the bottle back and drank until it was completely empty.
"Looks like we both lose..." Damon whispered before leaning in closer to her. He could feel her warm breath against his lips and their foreheads were practically touching. All he had to do was duck his head down slightly and his lips would be on hers. His lips parted and his eyes drifted shut...and just as he was about to kiss her a beeping noise went off.
The sound of her cell phone ringing caused her to spring her eyes open, pulling her self away from Damon. She took out the phone and read the name on the screen. "I-I'm sorry. I have to take this." With that, she was off racing down the spiral stairs, silently cursing the damned cell phone for interupting them.
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