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Damon jumped as the phone continued to ring. He picked up the phone and could have cried when he saw who it was. Not with happiness, but with annoyance and irritation. It was Stefan, who was ringing.

Angrily, he answered the phone. "What?"

"No need to be angry with me." his brother told him.

Damon closed his eyes tightly. "Whatever, Stefan. What do you want?"

"Katherine told me what you said to her."

"Oh, I very much doubt it, Stefan. She probably told you a pack of lies and hope you fell for it." Damon said. He knew it was unfair but he didn't care right now.

Stefan sighed on the other end. "Damon, we'll talk when I get back." and he hung up. Damon rolled his eyes as he slammed his phone down.

XxX

Elena was sat on her bed, looking at a poster on the wall. She looked down at her lap, and read the text she just got from Damon. She knew that he wouldn't give up. But why can't he give it some time? She had made a promise to herself to forget about him until tomorrow. Take Bonnie's advice. But he's making it near impossible.

She sighed and pulled her legs to lie down. She faintly wondered whether Damon would take it that step further and come here. He's already rung her home number.

Why can't he leave her alone? Sure, she felt terrible about the argument between him and Katherine, really, she did. She sighed again heavily and loudly. Elena got up and walked to her DVD collection and decided that a good movie might just take her mind off things.

Hmm, what to choose. No very sad films that make you cry. That rules out a lot. No musicals. No scary films. A funny film. Elena's finger stopped on a movie that seemed to fit perfectly. It was funny, and wasn't too romantic. Mean Girls. She grinned widely and put her DVD in to the laptop. She set up full screen and lay on her stomach, watching the film.

She liked it because of how any teenage girl can in some way relate to this film. Especially the different cliques in schools. Most schools had a group of girls who were the 'popular ones' or just mean girls. She realised that she was part of the popular group at her school. But not on the scale of Regina George. Most schools also had the jocks or the footballers. Some also had the emo or gothic groups. She smiled when she thought how Jeremy fitted in with the emo group. She did agree, though, that not all schools had the wide range of cliques that the school in Mean Girls had.

Her plan worked. She was distracted. It nearly failed when they introduced the character, Aaron Samuels. He reminded her loosely of Damon but she forced herself not to think about that.

By the end of the movie, she was in a good mood – until her phone buzzed. She picked it up to see she had a message from Stefan.

The text read; Damon's doing my head in. will you please ring or text him? Xx. She started laughing. Poor Stefan. But she wasn't going to ring or text; she was going on Facebook.

She loaded up Facebook and scrolled down the front page. She rolled her eyes at some of the lame status' people had put up. In the search bar, she typed in Damon's name and clicked it. She clicked on the button to send him a private message, when a chat box popped up on the screen at the bottom of the browser. It was a Facebook chat message from Damon.

Damon: So you can go on Facebook but can't return my calls?

Elena: I was coming on here to talk to you, you jackass.

Damon: Oh, right. But the problem is still there. I've rung you twice in the past hour or so.

Elena: I was watching Mean Girls.

Damon: Again?

Elena: It's a film I will never tire of. Damien is awesome.

The conversation went on like that for a good half an hour. No anger or upset; just two friends talking. Until Damon brought up the matter:

Damon: Elena, about earlier today…

Elena: Don't, Damon. It's good that I'm talking to you now. Don't spoil it.

Damon: I just think we should talk about it.

Elena: No. not on Facebook. FB is not the place where you have a heart-to-heart conversation.

Damon: Fine. On the phone?

Elena checked the time on her computer.

Elena: 10.00 at night? Tomorrow. I'm not working tomorrow and neither are you. So tomorrow. At midday in the Mystic Grill. That's my only offer.

Damon: Okay. Tomorrow it is then.

XxX

The front door slammed and Damon listened as he heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. A few moments later, Stefan appeared in Damon's room.

"So what happened?" he asked.

Damon looked up lazily, his head and shoulders resting against the wall behind his bed. "What did she tell you?"

Stefan smiled coldly. "No, Damon. I want to hear your story first."

Damon sighed. "Okay, so we were on my bed…erm…doing stuff and I got a text. She let me check it, whilst she kissed my neck. She asked what the text was about and I told her the truth. That it was a text from Elena. Then she started insulting her, saying she's clingy and stuff like that. I told her that she has to accept that Elena is a part of my life and always will be. Then she went completely mad, saying how I'm not to talk to her until I grow a back bone and grow up. But I'm not the one who needs to grow a back bone and grow up. Like I told her." he finished his story. "Now, who do you believe? Your brother or your brother's fiancée?"

"So basically, you two fell out…over Elena?" Stefan clarified.

Damon smiled. "Yes. Now don't you go telling me that I was unreasonable. I've known Elena much longer than I've known Katherine. It would be stupid to break friends with Elena just because of Katherine." He warned.

Stefan laughed. "I wasn't. I've known Elena for years too; she's my friend too. And to answer your previous a question, Katherine actually told me what you told me, with a few differences here and then. Only not as detailed. She just said you were siding with Elena unfairly."

Damon shook his head. "I'm not talking to her. I'm not being unreasonable."

"You won't have to. I'll talk to her." Stefan said. Damon didn't say anything. Something's wrong, Stefan thought. Stefan sat on Damon's bed, which caused his brother to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "What else has happened?"

"I've already told you. Katherine –"

"No, I don't mean that. Something else has happened which is why you've got a miserable expression on your face." Stefan said.

Damon sighed heavily. "Fine. Elena and I have been rowing too. Now she won't text or call or anything. I've tried but she won't return my calls or texts."

Stefan cleared his throat patiently. "Okay. Don't shout but it does sound like you two are behaving like a couple of five year olds. So you've argued and now she won't speak to you."

Damon looked at his brother. He couldn't say what they rowed about, could he? That would mean confessing that he's been practically cheating on his fiancée.

"I've tried. But she won't talk to me. What am I supposed to do?" he asked.

Stefan smiled. "Leave it to your younger brother." He said, winking. He got up and brought out his phone. He walked off tapping away on his phone.

XxX

Monday morning and Elena Gilbert rarely went together peacefully. She woke up groggily, groaning as she rolled over to meet the blaring sun that shone through the curtains. She peered at the clock. It was 10.30. Her brain was also groggy and she was sure she had something planned today. Then she remembered; she was meeting Damon today.

Shit! And she jumped out the bed quickly and yanked open the wardrobe. She wasn't sure why she was so panicked. She didn't live that far from the Mystic Grill. It wouldn't take her long to drive there. So there was no real reason to be so nervous and panicky. But she then wondered if it was because she was seeing Damon. She put it down to that. She thought it to be plausible.

An hour later and she was ready. She walked out the front door and thought about driving there or to just walk there. She decided on driving when she saw that she only had 25 minutes until she had to meet Damon.

Elena got into her car and put the radio on. The radio station that was on was playing aload of cheesy 90s songs – the present one being Barbie Girl. Elena cringed and hastily switched it to another one. This one was playing a song by a British singer called Adele. The song was called Chasing Pavements. She listened to the words quietly and realised it related to her quite well.

10 minutes later and she was at the Grill. She got out and saw that Damon hadn't arrived yet. Elena hovered awkwardly outside when she saw a guy smiling at her. Blushing slightly, she smiled back.

The man walked towards her and introduced himself. "I'm Dan. And who are you, pretty lady?" he asked. Forward and seemingly confident. Also charming.

"I'm Elena. I'm sorry but I'm waiting for a friend of mine." She said, and she began to feel a little uncomfortable. He came closer towards her and the discomfort increased. Dan put one hand on the wall behind her, to the right of her head. "Could you go away?" she said more firmly.

"The lady said to for you to go away." Another man said. She recognised the voice, of course. It was Damon. Dan looked at Damon in a very cocky sort of way.

"And what are you going to do about it?" he asked.

Damon smirked. "You don't want to know." he hissed. Dan's eyes showed fear and silently moved away. Damon turned immediately to Elena. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Elena smiled. "I'm fine. He's just being a jerk. Shall we go in?" she said and they walked in.

They got drinks and they sat in a secluded corner so they could talk. "So what happened yesterday between you and Katherine?"

Damon laughed. "You don't want to know. She's just being a bit grumpy, that's all."

Elena wasn't happy. "But you said it was about me. I don't want her shouting at me and for me to not be able to defend myself."

Damon shook his head. "It's honestly nothing. It was just that she was getting annoyed because I text you a lot and you text me. She'd just being silly. She'll come round." He hoped she'd drop it now. She seemed to.

Elena bit her lip. "Damon, about yesterday, the…kiss." She whispered, looking at her drink.

He ran his hand through his hair. "I know. I don't know what happened."

Elena smiled a small smile. "It's okay. I kissed you anyway. It's just…you're engaged. I'm confused, Damon. If you're engaged to Katherine and you love her, why did you kiss me back? Why did you go to kiss me when I was at your house?" she asked gently.

Damon looked into Elena's eyes. "Believe me, Elena, I'm confused too. But I could ask you the same thing. Why did you kiss me?" he questioned.

Elena's heart stopped…then started again. "I have no idea." She lied. Of course she knew; she loved him, but she couldn't tell him that.

She bit her lip as she waited for Damon to speak. Finally he did. "Well, something must have caused. You don't kiss your engaged best friend on a whim." He said harshly.

Elena was taken aback by Damon's tone. "Well, the said engaged person does not try to kiss their best friend." She hissed.

Damon closed his eyes and sighed. "Let's not fight, Elena. I've had so many over the past couple of days. He opened his eyes.

Elena got up. "If we can't have a civilised conversation without it leading to an argument, then I may as well leave." She said.

Damon reached out and took her hand. "No, Elena. We agreed to talk and here we are. So, let's get this sorted. Please?" he asked. Elena sighed and sat down. "Right. I think we've established that there's…something between us…more than just best friends."

Yeah, I knew that years ago, Elena thought irritably. Elena didn't say anything to Damon's comment.

Damon went on. "We can't ignore it."

Elena groaned. "We have to. In case you were unaware, you get married in a month." She said, ignoring the pang in her chest.

Damon looked away. "I know. But…ugh! I don't know!" he said leaning back. Then he suddenly leaned in close. "What am I to you, Elena? Do you see me as a brother? A best friend? More?"

Elena tried to ignore his intensive stare. "You're my best friend ever. You're a big part of my life." She said, hoping he hadn't realised that she avoided all the questions.

Damon hadn't. "Yes, but that doesn't answer the question."

"Well, what am I to you then?" she asked, searching his face.

Damon's eyes flickered. "I…can't answer that."

Elena laughed humourlessly. "Exactly. Then I don't have to answer that then." Elena looked around the Grill. "Can't we go somewhere else? I don't like talking about this in public. Anyone could be listening." She whispered.

Damon nodded silently. They got in their separate cars and Elena followed Damon to his house. When they arrived, Elena took as much time as possible. Finally, she walked to Damon.

"Where's Stefan?" she asked, wanting to distract Damon as much as she could.

"With Matt. Some football game or something." He shrugged nonchalantly. Elena smiled fondly.

Once they were in his room, Damon turned to her. "Now, no playing games, Elena." He said, smoothly.

"I won't if you won't." she folded her arms stubbornly across her chest. She exhaled deeply. "Can't we go back to the way things were?" she begged. It was so much easier on her – partially, at least.

Damon shook his head. "No. Not now. Not until we get this sorted." He replied. Then, "Elena, do you love me?"

Elena started to panic. "Of course I do. You're my best friend."

Damon glared slightly. "I don't mean that sort of love. I mean, in love." He said impatiently.

Elena stared at him then lied – again. "No." she couldn't wreck his life. He loved Katherine and Katherine loved him. It was simple as that – for them, anyway.

Damon looked at her quietly. "Okay, so this doesn't affect you in anyway." He said stepping closer with each word. Elena froze as he cupped her cheek and leaned in closer. "None of this affects you?" he breathed, his breath fanning her face. Eventually, their lips met. The kiss started off slow and sweet but turned more urgent as time went on. Elena's hands went to his hair and Damon's went to her sides.

All too soon, Damon pulled away, smirking. "So you weren't affected?" he said, as he leaned his forehead against hers.

Elena tried to lie again. "Damon, you're hot. You know that, I know that, every straight girl knows that, and gay men know that too. Just because a kiss from you affects me doesn't mean I'm in love with you." she tried to convince him. "Anyway, what about you?" she asked.

Damon smiled. "Well, you're hot too. So, yeah, you're a good kisser." He shrugged. Slowly, his hand ventured down to stroke her sides. Elena tried to repress the shiver.

Elena moved away. "Damon, you said to not play games. And here you are, playing games. You're playing with fire here. Anytime, your brother could walk in at the wrong moment. Now you, stop playing games." She said, standing away from him.

Damon sighed and looked at the floor. "Elena, you're different to Katherine. You're smarter for starters." He smiled and so did Elena. "And you're gorgeous too. I'm confused, you know? I love Katherine but I obviously like you too." Like, she thought bitterly.

Elena looked at Damon, folding her arms. She wanted him so badly but she couldn't – not when he was already taken.

"You want me. I can see it in your eyes." he smirked.

"You cocky bastard." Elena sneered.

Damon grinned. "It's true though." She was fighting a losing battle. She knew it. Crystal blue eyes met chocolate brown. He was playing games but she was losing the will power to turn and walk out the door. Elena used the last of her energy to look away. Damon sighed. "Elena…" he moaned.

"I've got to go. You're confused, you said yourself, which is obviously causing you to be delusional, so I'll leave you to let you think." She said, as she walked past.

Damon grabbed Elena's arm and she looked up at him. He pushed her against the wall roughly and kissed her again. This time, it was all passion and Elena couldn't help but kiss back. Their tongues had already met and now fought for dominance. Damon broke away to kiss Elena's neck and she moaned softly. She brought her hands down to Damon's jacket and pushed it over his shoulders. Damon assisted by dropping his arms so Elena could discard the jacket. Slowly, Elena started to unbutton his shirt as Damon caught her lips in another searing kiss.

Unfortunately, the inevitable happened. They both jumped apart when they heard the front door slam. At lightning speed, they quickly tidied themselves down. Elena rearranged her hair, and fixed her clothes, whilst Damon did up his shirt again, and put his jacket on.

Without a word, they went to see who it was. They saw Stefan walking across the landing. "What happened with you two? I tried ringing you both but no luck." He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

Damon and Elena exchanged uncertain looks. "Sorry, we…uhh…got carried away, chatting." Elena lied, uncomfortably. Stefan nodded and her heart bled. She hated lying, especially to Stefan. She lied to Damon for his sake. Now all that seemed to be for nothing. "I've got to go." She said. She said bye to the two brothers and when she was out of sight, she ran to her car, tears streaming down her face.

When she got in, she drove out of the Salvatore grounds, and just cried. She couldn't believe that she had basically been seduced into betraying Katherine by Damon! What was happening to her? She couldn't understand it. She thought about avoiding him, but she's tried that and it failed. She didn't know what to do.

When she arrived home, Caroline was just getting to the front door of the house. Elena did her best to hide the fact that she'd been crying, and when she thought she looked okay, she got out the car.

Caroline turned around at the noise and gasped. "You've been crying! What's happened?" she demanded. Great.


Tell me what you thought! So, yeah, when I was writing part of this, I was watching Mean Girls. The reason why Elena is watching it in this chapter. I love that movie and I could watch it loads of times and not get bored.

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