"Elena…" I heard through my dreams. I ignored it at first, thinking it was a part of my dream, which was a very good dream. Then, a huge force pushed me off my bed. I woke up the moment my face hit the floor. I rolled onto my back and sat up, looking around my shadow-filled room.

"What the fuck?" I whispered loudly.

"Language, Elena!" a voice scolded. I groaned quietly, knowing the voice better than I know my own.

"Damon?" I uttered angrily. "What time is it?"

"Two twenty-five," he answered, emerging from a shadow so that I could see him a little better, "in the morning."

"There had better be a good explanation for this," I reprimanded.

"Oh, there is. C'mon, get your shoes on, Elena."

"What! Why?"

"We'll have to do a little bit of walking to get there."

"Well, then I'm not going." I crossed my arms.
"Yes, you are!" Damon walked over to me, scooping me up off the floor, and after a whoosh of air, he set me down on the floor next to the door.

"Put your shoes on, Elena." I stuck my tongue out at him, and rolled my eyes, smiling, as I put my favorite pair of old sneakers on. I stood up slowly.

"Well?" I asked. Damon opened the door, and walked out. I followed him out onto the street, grabbing his hand.

"Will you mind telling me," I asked, "where you are taking me, Damon?" The street lights helped me see him smile at me, with his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I am taking you to a place I know even St. Stefan wouldn't even think of taking you, romantic boyfriend or not."

"Jealous much?"

"Not all that much."

"And why is that, Mr. Salvatore?"

"Well, because, Miss Gilbert, I know that you and I have a connection that runs so much deeper than the connection you have with Stefan." I was about to deny this, but was unable to, because he was right. Not that I would admit this aloud. Damon and I continued to bicker as we walked block after block. About an hour later, we reach a field. Damon started to walk into the field.

"Where are you going?" I asked. "It's not in the field, is it?" He smiled.

"C'mon, only a bit further."

"That's what you said ten minutes ago." He rolled his eyes.

"C'mon, Elena." I sighed, and followed him into the tall grass. The field was silent, except for the chirps of crickets and the crunch of dry grass under our feet. Suddenly, he stopped.

"Here."

"What? Damon, there's nothing here." He held his hand out, implying me to be quiet. Five minutes passed.

Fireflies, a hundred or so, started floating up like bubbles, flickering like candle flames. They swarmed around me and Damon. A dozen or so land on us, brushing up against us like feathers. I looked at Damon, smiling huge. His face held an amused expression which was probably caused from mine.

"Wow," I mouthed to him. He nodded slightly in understanding. Soon, the fireflies started to disappear back into their homes in the grass. I went up to Damon, and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you," I whispered into his ear. "That was beautiful." I pulled back. He kissed me passionately before I could protest. My mind was dazed, from this beautiful night and this beautiful kiss. Damon pulled back.

"Let's get you home," he said, "before the sun comes up." I nodded, and after taking my hand once more, we walk back to the civilized world of problems.

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