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"Chop Chop Elena!" Damon yelled from his car revving the engine.

"I'm coming! Geesh patience is not your strong suit Salvatore."

"Never said it was, now let's get going before it gets any later." Damon yelled as Elena locked up the house. It had only been an hour since he had first sprung the trip on her, and the trip to Richmond would only take a little less than 2 hours.

Elena got into the car and smiled sweetly at Damon, "We may leave now." He cranked up his stereo and put the car in drive.

"The Black Keys! I haven't heard the new album yet!" Elena turned up the already blaring music even more. They now had to practically yell to carry out a conversation.

"Good times, good times…" Damon mused.

It was spring break in Miami and Damon had scored tickets to see The Black Keys in concert, for just the two of them. He knew that she appreciated their music just as much as he did and their albums had fueled many of their road trips.

Tyler, Caroline, Bonnie, Jeremy, Damon and Elena had spent the entire day at the beach together. They separated from the group from dinner and headed back to their hotel early to get changed for the show. Elena knew that this wasn't going to be a fancy event, but she wanted to still look nice. After a few minutes of trying on clothes she decided on a pair of dark skinny jeans, a deep purple lacy tank and high heels.

"Ready!" she exclaimed once she entered Damon's part of the Suite. Damon had managed to get the group a HUGE Suite at one of the ritzy hotels right off of Miami Beach. "How do I look?" She hit a few poses and twirled around.

"Gorgeous as always." Damon winked as he finished buttoning up his shirt.

They hit the bar as soon as they'd gotten to the venue. It was dark and there were people everywhere. She felt a little over dressed in her heels, but she felt she had to step it up in order to look like she was here with Damon. He had put on a black button down shirt some jeans and his motorcycle boots. He looked so debonair, and she could feel the eyes of other girls appraising her as they walked arm in arm. She always managed to feel a little plain when she went out with Damon, feeling a little self- conscious Elena began biting the inside of her cheek.

Damon snaked his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You look stunning. I wish those assholes over there would stop drooling like you were a piece of meat. Privileged frat boys I'd say." He brushed her hair out of her face. "Well Time to loosen up, Two beers." Damon ordered from the stern beer tender.

"She's a bit young; I need to see an I.D."

Damon leaned over the bar, "You already saw her I.D. and you won't need to see it again anytime tonight."

The bar tender grabbed the beers, "Here you go." And he walked off to help other customers.

"The powers of compulsion." Damon winked and held out his bottle "To a fun evening of good music and drinking."

"Cheers!" Elena exclaimed and downed half the bottle. Tonight was going to be fun.

The show was packed and they were currently standing among a mass of people in the pit. There were so many people concentrated in such a small area, normally Elena would've objected and pleaded that her claustrophobia was kicking in. But the music was so good and she and Damon were having a blast dancing along to the drum beat. They were in their own world dancing to the band while the crowd occasionally pushed into them. Elena had gotten a few drinks into her system and felt "as loose as a goose" as she had so eloquently told Damon when he asked if she was having fun.

"Looking a little dry, shall I order more?" Damon had to yell in her ear.

Elena flipped her beer bottle over, nothing came out "Gasp! I'm absolutely parched. " Elena shouted.

He squeezed her hand, "Don't go anywhere be back in a few minutes." and made his way through the crowd.

Elena continued swaying and jumping, lost to the music. A few minutes later she felt an arm pull her closer by the waist, and looked around to see one of the frat boys from when they'd first arrived.

Elena tried her best to pull out from the arm of the burly blonde. "What's wrong darling? I know you want to dance with me."

"Not really." She pulled again and almost fell.

"Easy there sweetheart, don't want you to get hurt. Seems like you've had a lot to drink, how'd you feel about leaving the show early with me."

"Umm… I'm waiting for someone." Elena was looking everywhere for Damon.

"Your friend I saw you with earlier. Looks like a chump if you ask me."

Elena was beginning to panic; Blondie was drawing her closer and holding her tighter. "He's…my boyfriend. He just went to get more drinks; you should leave before he comes back." He slid the strap of her shirt off her shoulder. "I'm serious, you need to leave. My boyfriend…"

"I've been watching, I really don't think he's your boyfriend."

"I think the boyfriend would protest to that." Damon interrupted. "Perhaps you should back-off now." Elena was now able to break free of Blondie's grasp. She went to go stand with Damon, he handed her the drinks. "Go, now." He threatened.

Blondie's jaw was clenched now and he shoved Damon. Damon was just about to rebuff, when he figured it'd be easier just to compel him, "Why don't you just go away." And with that he left.

Elena handed Damon his drink, "Boyfriend huh?"

She took a swig at her bottle, "I thought it was more intimidating. I couldn't exactly say vampire, or just friend."

Damon shrugged and took a pull from his own drink, " Makes sense."

"Well Thank you boyfriend, for getting rid of the creeper frat boy." Elena pushed up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.

She began to pull away from his cheek when she caught a glimpse of his eyes. Damon was always so good with her, they had become fast friends and she had always repressed the felling of her heart tugging her towards him. Not tonight though, she said to herself. The music was great, she was having fun with Damon and he had just saved her from possible assault. If there ever was a more fitting time for her to make her move on Damon it was now. Part of her mind was trying to talk her out of it, but she managed to shut it off as she moved her lips from his cheek to his lips. At first Damon was taken aback by her forwardness, but that quickly faded once Elena squeezed his right hand in reassurance. He pulled her closer wrapping his arm around his waist, desperately needing more contact amongst the lightest, sweetest of kisses. The band was still going strong and people were still bumping into them but the night was perfect now.

Elena laughed, "I was sure you were going to beat his face to a pulp right there in the middle of the concert."

"I should've, that guy was an ass!" Damon laughed along to.

"That was a great concert, thanks again for that."

"I'm surprised you even remember that night, you were pretty drunk. But seriously don't worry about it; it's what "boyfriends" do." He retorted mockingly.

Elena fell silent at his remark. Up until this point they hadn't really spoken about the fight that night or even the kiss. But now he's saying boyfriend like it's unthinkable. Elena's heart was sinking, this trip was about to become unbearable if she found out he regretted the night that she practically revered.

"Boyfriend." Elena whispered.

"You were very tipsy, probably don't even remember that." Damon grew serious, and kept his eyes straight forward.

"No, I do." She could see his jaw tense from his profile; he still was avoiding her eyes. "And we kissed."

Damon nodded in agreement, "That we did. I figured you didn't remember, apparently that's not the case." He turned at the next exit into a block of warehouses in Richmond. "We're here, give me a few minutes." He put the car in park and left her sitting inside.

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