Disclaimer: This story is based on characters created by L.J. Smith, as portrayed in the TV series created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec. All rights to their respective owners. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: Crazy short, but I'm trying to get to Friday – I have big plans ; ) Enjoy!
TWELVE NIGHTS
~ THREE ~
Wednesday.
Ok, Elena thought to herself as she was leaving class, I can't put this off any longer. She walked outside and found a secluded spot where no one would hear the conversation she was about to have. She got out her own cell phone (she had bought a disposable one to use as Jeremy) and dialed the number Kat had given her.
"Hi, uh, this is Elena Gilbert…" Elena said tentatively.
"Oh, Jeremy's sister!" Kat exclaimed, sounding thrilled. "Your brother's told me so much about you."
"Oh? Nothing too bad, I hope," Elena joked.
"No, not at all. I feel like I know you already! How do you feel about coming up for the weekend? Jer mentioned you were planning on enrolling later in the year. I could show you all the great hangouts and we could go shopping! We'll have so much fun! Please say you'll come!"
"I… uh… I guess I could." Kat was so bubbly it was hard to say no to her. Now Elena just had to figure out an excuse why Jeremy couldn't join them.
"Awesome! So I'll see you Friday, ok?"
"Ok," Elena agreed and they hung up.
"So how'd it go last night?" Elena asked Damon as they were served their burgers at the bar.
"Uh…" Damon ran a hand through his messy black hair, "I can't remember, exactly."
"Damon!" Elena whined reproachfully, sounding dangerously like herself. She cleared her throat. She was Jeremy. Cool, calm, collected. Yeah, right. "So what's the last thing you remember?"
"Uh… waking up in Kat's friend's bed."
"Seriously? She'll never go for you now, man."
"She doesn't have to find out."
"Oh, she'll find out. Trust me – girls talk about everything."
"Is that so? And how do you know all this?"
"I told you, I have a sister. Listen, if you're serious about this girl, no more one-nightstands and definitely no hooking up with her friends. You should probably lay off the booze, too," Elena said pensively while taking the top off her burger and picking out the pickles, dumping them on the plate with disgust.
"You don't like pickles? What's wrong with you?" Damon said and picked the discarded veggies off her plate.
They went back to the dorms together, which is when Elena realized her mistake. Getting Damon to swear off booze and women meant he would actually be staying in the same room as her. What if the wig fell off when she was sleeping? Elena would do almost anything for her brother, but cutting off her long brown silky mane was not one of those things. Ok, in all fairness, if it came down to it, she probably would, but the wig and eyebrows Caroline got for her at the theatre were sufficient. At least she hoped. And what if she talked in her sleep? Or moaned? Last night – she blamed it all on the fact that she had been thinking about her conversation with Damon before she fell asleep – she had had some… well, let's just call them M-rated dreams. She would just have to stay awake tonight.
Elena's eyes lingered a bit too long on Damon as he unbuttoned his shirt and when he caught her looking, she quickly turned away, under the premise of looking for her contacts. Since she didn't wear contacts, the search was futile. She slipped out of the room and into the bathroom to change her clothes. Oh, how she wished she was alone in the room and could unwrap her chest for the night. The bandages were tight and she longed to be free to breathe.
When she returned to the room, the lights were turned down and she quickly slipped into bed. From Damon's even breathing, she could tell he was already asleep.
