So, I ended up writing in both Damn and Elena's POV. I hope you understand that this chapter is not going too fast, I think, and Damon has two problems ahead of him; Giuseppe and his feelings toward Elena now that he really hate Jessica for what she has done.

Oh, and I feel really bad today, stomach bug or something, so I haven't done a thorough proof reading for this chapter, please forgive me if you finds some mistakes.

Enjoy!


Chapter 11


"I'm going to go downstairs to do my laundry," Elena informed her roommate as she gathered her dirty clothes, "Where's yours?"

Caroline looked up from her textbook, "I did mine. You don't have to do my laundry anymore."

She frowned slightly; she knew Caroline would not change her mind that fast, "Thanks, but why? I ruined your outfit for a date with Jesse, remember?"

"Damon called, told me to stop making you my maid," she pouted, "He's that protective of you, you know."

She smiled at Damon's thoughtfulness, "Well, he did the right thing, then. Your dirty clothes are smellier than mine, ever."

She stuck out her tongue out, "Whatevs. I'm going to go to the library for the night, I got a project due next week and I'm helping Jesse with his," Caroline got on her feet and grabbed her backpack.

"Oh, you got a hot study date," Elena teased, "Should I expect you to be here later tonight?"

"Nope, might as well getting laid, right?" the blonde winked and blew a kiss to her friend then walked out the door, leaving Elena shook her head in delight watching Caroline so smitten with Jesse.


It was Damon's seventh drink, and he started to feel dizzy and his stomach churned, when the bartender shouted, "Last call!"

He went to Bolt, which located not too far from his restaurant, after he locked up and kicked everything in his way when he was on the way there. He ordered his favorite hard liquor, bourbon, as soon as he sat in one of the stools. He did not even realize he was already on his fourth drinks when his mind decided to remember the event earlier.

He was so pissed off. Wait, pissed off did not even begin to cover it. He had some nerve to walk in his family's restaurant, called him son, and taunted him repeatedly. He had never dreamed he would see him again so soon in his life. That old man had stepped out of their lives for good a long time ago. He did not even want to know whether he was still breathing or already buried six feet underground. That was how much he hated him. He called him his father when he was a child, yes, but he turned out to be the biggest fucking jerk face in his life and all he wanted to do was burn all of his connections with him. Hell, he did not even want to look at his birth certificate with his name on it.

He did not know what he wanted by showing up unexpectedly after all these years. He did not care, actually. But he brought up his mother and Stefan's name and he could not help but thinking about it. Giuseppe would never have a chance to meet them. He did not even want him to ever think about them after all he did to them. He was a heartless bastard and he still was.

And Jessica.

He hated her.

He despised her.

She did the one thing that he really wished she would never do. How the hell did she find out about him anyway?

He loved her, sure, but after tonight, he was not even sure if he wanted to see her again or not. Maybe not, or else he would be reminded again that she had done something so awful and sickening someone had ever done to him; set up a meeting with the one person he hated so much with passion that had cause him many years of agony and pain both emotionally and physically. Besides Giuseppe, she was the other person he did not want to encounter ever again.

Besides, he had been feeling different toward her. He cared about her once, even he was willingly to take her back after she clearly had cheated on him and parading around about it to him. However, after what she did, he could not forgive her. She had brought someone who was the cause of his pain over the years back to his life. She had some nerve to make him some kind of great surprise when actually it did nothing but pain and rage growing again inside of him.

How the hell she could know about that sad excuse of man? He asked himself.

"Yo, buddy, we're closing in ten. Want me to catch you a cab?" the bartender, 5'7 feet give or take, dark skin with bald head, asked.

"Elena," he mumbled suddenly; remembering about his loyal best friend.

"Who?" he asked again now with his cell in is hand.

"Call Elena," with his clumsy hand, he tried to reach his side pocket on his jeans and the bartender immediately help him and looking for Elena in his contacts. After a minute or two, the Elena girl answered him.

"What? It is two – "

"I got your buddy right here, he needs you to pick him up," he cut off.

Some shuffling sound could be heard through the line, "Who is this?"

"Mike. You can pick him up at Bolt; do you know where it is?"

"Yeah, sure. Be there in fifteen; and please, watch him for me until I get there. Thanks, Mike."

The connection went dead and he put his phone back on the table where Damon put his arms over the table and laid his head on it as he felt the effect of the alcohol he had been drinking tonight.

"Elena?" he slurred.

"Got her on the way right now. Now sit, and be pretty while you are waiting for her," the bartender left him alone on the table.

Bolt was not crowded with people anymore, only Damon and two other drunken men on the corner talking about how he was going to raise a baby while he could not even do his own dishes. Damon looked up and closed his eyes, muttering about the bright lights, before he said, "Mike? Yo, Mike! Who's Mike? Where's Mike?"

Hearing the dark haired man calling him, he showed up in front of him, "What?"

"Give me scotch on the rocks, now."

"Your girl said not to drink one more glass," he rolled his eyes.

"Elena?" he asked with wandered eyes.

"Yes, your girl, Elena."

"She's," he hiccuped, "pretty... you know. She is my BFF and I love her. I love her more than," he hiccuped again, "life itself."

"Yeah, yeah, now be quiet, I'm cleaning up back here," he left Damon once again.

Ten minutes had passed and when the door opened, Elena, with her worn out blue jeans and her pink unicorn t-shirt underneath her black zip up jacket, walked to Damon with concern written on her face.

"Damon, hey," she called softly as she tapped his shoulder.

He grumbled but there was no sign of him waking up and talk to her, "Damon, come on, let's go home."

She shook him harder but he would not budge. She sighed before she called Mike to hail them a cab back to her dorm because it was the closest from here.

She sat beside him, looking at him in sympathy, scanned him up and down in case he was physically sick, "What happened to you?"

"Uh...," he finally looked up at her, with his usually bright blue eyes but now turned to red and it was missing its usual light in it, "Elena?"

She smiled sadly at him, "Yeah, you okay?"

"You're here," he blinked repeatedly before he could make out Elena's appearance and hugged her tight making her giggle. "It's good to see you," he said softly in her hair.

"I must say I don't feel the same way," she chuckled, "Has something happened?"

"Uh... what?" he let go of her and tried so hard to look her in the eyes but all he could see was the bright lights and he closed his eyes once again. He started to feel like a hammer pounded on his head.

"Damon," she called firmly, "Has something happened tonight?"

"He's back," he whispered distractedly, "She brought him. That son of a bitch."

"Who's back?"

Before he could answer though, Mike informed them that their cab had arrived and he helped Elena to carry Damon inside the cab and paid for his drinks. Once the both of them were inside the cab, Elena told the driver her dorm's address and he hit on the gas immediately.

When they got to her dorm, the cab's driver was kind enough to help her to bring him inside and up to Elena's room. Thank God, Caroline's not here, she said to herself.

After she paid the driver and gave him generous tip, she carried him, with all of her energy that she had left, and put him on her bed. She quietly and carefully took off his shoes and his socks, then went up to unbuttoned two of his t-shirt, picked up his long legs and covered them with her blue floral sheet. He seemed to be asleep when she was finished and she went and grabbed two pills of Advil and a glass of water then put it on her bedside table. Damon stirred slightly, "Where – Elena?"

"I'm here," she whispered, "Go back to sleep."

He reached out for her hips and soundly pulled her closer and she fell onto Damon. She let out a chuckle before she shifted, and make room for him and herself in her dorm's single bed, and lay next to Damon, who still had his hands wrapped around her.

"Stay," he demanded softly.

"I will; if you promise to tell me everything in the morning," she sing-songed in his ears.

"Too loud, Len," he grumbled away from her, feeling a headache started to come on again, but she caught him just in time.

"Promise me. I'm your best friend, Damon," she told him.

"Yeah, sure."

He got his hands around her once again and he buried his head in the crook of her neck and smelled her, "You smell nice."

Damon did not notice but her heart started to beat faster and she felt hot all of a sudden, "Yeah?"

"Hmmm," he mumbled, snuggled closed against her.

She felt so hot that she was sure it was summer instead of fall now, "I went to Bath and Body Works and bought their new fall toiletries."

"Smell good," he sniffed her again and she was sure she was going to die of the heat. Or maybe she was going to die because, even though he was reek of alcohol, he managed to smell good; so Damon-y, and she liked it to be that close to him.

"Yep, now sleep or you'll get headache more than you're feeling now."

He fell asleep within seconds with his head still buried in her neck, her arm wrapped his shoulder, and the other tried to soothe him by running her fingers through his soft, thick hair.


" – don't be ridiculous, Matt... He's here because – stop cutting me off! No, you know what? Go sleep it off again or something, you're being mean and I don't like it," Elena huffed half-angrily. She was currently standing in front of her window, looking at the food trucks that started to fill the parking lot surround her dorm building.

Damon awoke from his deep slumber, hearing someone stomped off their foot twice the half-yelled three times. He had a feeling he had been drinking to a stupor because of the massive headache he felt right now and his stomach churning, he was going to throw up on the bed before he noticed a small pink trash bin next to his shoes on the floor. He got up slightly, ignoring the jackhammer hammering his head, picking up the trash bin and pouring out his dinner last night along with his alcohol that he had consumed.

Elena turned her head around to find her friend threw up and went to his side instantly, she rubbed his back as she said some soothing words at him. She ignored her boyfriend's rambling over the phone.

"I got to go now... No, I will call you later... Yes, I will make time for you, sweetheart," she snickered sarcastically then hung up the phone. She looked at Damon, who had just finished his attempt to empty his stomach, "Feeling better now?"

"Ugh," he whined in pain as he held his head in his right hand, "My head."

"That's what you get when you are drunk out of your ass," she took the Advil from her bedside table, gave the pills to him and handed him the glass of water.

He drank it gratefully then put the glass on the table before he leaned against the headboard, "What am I doing here? What happened?"

"Mike, the bartender, called me then I picked you up at Bolt, and I brought you here because it's the closest," she summarized of last night's events. "The 'what happened' I want to go back to. You, tell me what the hell happened to you."

Damon blinked, adjusting to the light that was coming from her window. He suddenly remembered what had happened to him during the last 24 hours. His father came back, he broke up with Jessica, spent the night at Bolt.

"Nothing," he said curtly.

"Okay, I went all the way from here to pick you up, slept in this very small bed with you, and I must say my back is so sore that you have to pay for a mass – "

"We slept together?"

She blushed slightly but hiding it by looking at the floor, "You grabbed me so that I fell beside you and asked me to stay. Now what kind of friend would I be if I left you?"

"Then what?"

"We slept, I woke up because Matt called and you woke up because I was having a hissy fit then you threw up. See, how nice of me to tell you everything when you don't want to tell me what the heck happened to you." She said sarcastically.

"You don't have to be such a bitch about it," he said snidely made her arched her eyebrows.

"What did you just say?"

"Look, I'm thankful that you have went through such trouble for me last night, but I don't want to talk about it right now, okay?" he sighed tiredly, he closed his eyes again, still not feeling good and he thought the Advil was losing its effects on him.

"You don't have to call me a bitch," she called him out. She took a step back, crossing her arms, obviously offended by what he had said to her.

"Len, my best friend, I am so sorry for calling you a bitch," he smiled a little, "I'm still having this massive headache and I don't know what to do about it, okay? I want to go back to sleep but I can't, I'm hungry but I think I'm going to be sick if I eat, I want to pee but I can't walk or else I'm going to fall on my face and embarrassed myself."

She looked at him sympathetically, "I know," she took a step forward, letting her arms down and rubbing his temple with her thumbs and he leaned closer and closed his eyes in pleasure, "I'm going to go downstairs and bring you breakfast in bed. Now, what would you like to eat?"

"From food trucks?"

She shook her head, could not believe he still thought about hygiene when he felt this way, "Yes, from food trucks. Now, pancakes, waffles, coffee... Something?"

He was quiet for a moment, "Blueberry pancakes with a side of hash browns and black coffee?" he fluttered his long lashes at her and she giggled.

"Coming right up, Mister Salvatore," she went to grab her zip up jacket and put it on.

"I like it when you call me Mister Salvatore, it sounded sexy," he teased seductively making Elena uncomfortable. Is he being serious right now?

"And I hate it when you tease me," she said in the same manner as Damon's and surprised herself. What did I just say?

She cleared her throat, "I'll be right back," and then she bolted out the room in a flash.

Damon sighed in content after she left. Did he just making sexual innuendos to his best friend, Elena? He frowned, fell into deep thinking.

It felt so domestic and nice for him to be like that with Elena. He felt... alive. As weird as that sounded, he did feel that way. She was like his perfect match in humor department and in many other departments.

He just came to a conclusion that he had never done that playful bickering with Jessica in a long time, not after she cheated on him with Logan.

He felt the differences after he got back together with her. He did still feel turn on by her when she straddled on his lap and grinded him as she was kissing him; who didn't? Jessica was a very beautiful woman with curves in the right places. Nevertheless, he did not feel the same thing as he was feeling when they first got together. He did not feel the passion and the love that radiating within him when he was first made love to her.

He thought, especially since Elena came back in his life. She had changed him. She had got him think about her more than he should and forgot that he was still with Jessica. His best friend got her way to made him feel something that he had not felt before.

"I come bearing gifts," she opened the door with brown paper bags in both of her hands, "Blueberry pancakes enough for both of us, hash browns for you, fruit salad for me, black coffee for you and hot jasmine tea for me," she placed the food on her desk.

He snapped from his thoughts as he saw her bright smile directly to him and in instant, he grinned back wholeheartedly, "It would be so much better if you bring those foods to me."

"Fine, you get to play king for this morning, Salvatore," she huffed but still brought the foods and placed it on his lap. She climbed on her bed, sat next to him and they ate as they talked and joked about so many things just as they used to when they were kids.


I decided to split 'the talk' between them about what had happened to Damon because it is nearing midnight here and I have morning classes tomorrow. Also, I don't know how hangover feels like since I have never experienced one before, so I'm sorry if the hangover description was a bit off.

Anyway, tell me your thoughts about this chapter would you? I really want to know, and I appreciate every single review that I've got from you guys!

See you next chapter!

PS: If you also read my Blind Date, I have just uploaded the latest chapter a week ago after a year absent, go check it out! :)