*Gasp* What is this? Two updates in one night? Darling, thank me in a review. It's pretty shirt, but it still deserves a little review. Oh and for this one... let's pretend that Lockwood has Italian roots.

I was thinking about creating a parody FanFic. The whole cast will be there and I'll be like taking questions from you guys and stuff like that. It's going to be a lot of Stefan bashing and torture (not very violent or descriptive). What do you guys think? Should I do it?

"Now, are you sure you know how to ride?" Damon asked for the umpteenth time as he finished with the reins.

"Yes Damon!" Elena yelled and gently hit Aldo with her heel to make him trot.

Damon nodded and took off behind her. Elena and Damon sat in a small silence for a moment before Elena spoke. "When you were younger, did you get in trouble a lot?"

Damon chuckled and steered Mezzanotte towards the gardens that Elena never noticed. "All the time!" Damon laughed again and got lost in his thoughts. "One day, I put tacks on my teacher's chair. She couldn't sit of a week and thanks to my dad; I couldn't either."

Elena smiled at the thought of a little Damon. She could picture a shorter version of Damon surrounded by friends and laughing up a storm after the teacher sat on her 'improved' chair. Damon's dad crashed her thoughts and her smile slipped. "What was your dad like?"

Damon's smirk slipped as he tensed and his hands on the reins' clutched until his knuckles turned bright white. "He was never home, but when he was, I wanted to run and hide. He would get drunk and beat my mother and blame me for it. He was terrible and I'm glad he's gone. He wasn't even home when she was on her deathbed."

Elena stared blankly at him for a minute before pulling Aldo's reins towards Damon and prying one of his hands off the thin leather strap. As she held his hand, she squeaked out, "It's OK; he's gone. He can't hurt you, he can't hurt me; no one."

They both sat there for a while, comfortable with each other's presence, when suddenly Elena blurted out. "What was your mother like?"

Damon's smile slowly crept back onto his face and he released the reins a bit. "She was beautiful, smart, and she was the one that took care of me. She would comfort me and support me when I needed it most. She had jet black hair down to her back with blue eyes-"

"So you're the male version of her?" Elena noticed with his description.

"Pretty much..." Damon said with a hearty chuckle. "Elena, would you like-"

"DINNER!" They heard Tyler scream from inside the house.

Damon and Elena walked thought the front door and was ambushed with warm air. Elena tugged off her cardigan and hung it on the wooden coat hanger by the door. They both crept to the dining area and took their seats. Damon and Elena sat on one side with Lexi and Anna across from them and Lexi and Tyler sitting head. Three large spaghetti filled bowls sat in the middle of the table with at least twenty garlic sticks on the side.

After grace was said, everyone dug in. They all playfully shoved each other's hands and sloppily throw food on their plate. Moans filled the air soon and smiles were growing on everyone's faces. Well, Tyler had a cocky smirk.

"Tyler this is the best food I had all week." Elena said after swallowing a piece of garlic bread.

Tyler nodded in approval. "Well, I have Italian roots... I think..."

"Salvatore is pure Italian." Damon rubbed in with a mouth full of spaghetti.

And for that moment at the dinner table, all the madness in everyone's life faded into the background and happiness filled their hearts. Elena wasn't worried about their plan and if it was going to work out. Damon forgot about protecting Elena 24/7 and took a break to relax. Anna and Jeremy felt welcomed for once. Everyone that every crossed were afraid and ran the other way, but everyone at the table with them, stayed. Lexi, well, Lexi didn't have to worry about many problems since she dumped her boyfriend and became a hunter.

Everyone, for that one moment, felt what it was like to have family.

Aww! I hope you liked the cute ending and that last paragraph. Please leave a short or long (long is preferred...) review letting me know how I did.