For all you writers out there, do you ever get an idea for a story and instantly start writing it, but midway through you don't know how to continue? That's where I'm at. I had the beginning, sort of, and I for sure have the ending, but I don't how to continue my current story, (High School Sweethearts).

Don't worry! I promise to finish it. I just feel that my last two chapters weren't all that great and I don't want to continue until my mind is all there.

So... Here's another story. I have this all written out and all my chapters are done. (With the exception of slight changes and editing). I was planning on uploading this when I finished my other story, but that's not gonna happen any time soon.

The deal with this story, it's slightly similar to High School Sweethearts. All the same people, they're all in high school, but the storyline is different and there will be A LOT of flashbacks. I hope you all enjoy it.

Elena Gilbert sat on her bed with a sigh. Tomorrow would be the start of a new, and final, year of school. And Elena couldn't wait. The past three of years of school weren't terrible, but they weren't all that fantastic either. Ever since the last day of school in eighth grade, things weren't the same.

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"Damon!" Elena whined. "Where are you taking me? And why do I have to be blindfolded?"

"Shh." Damon whispered, playfully. "Please be patient, Elena. We are almost there."

Damon tugged his best friend through the forest with him to the place they first met. He had some very.. Unsettling news and thought this would be the perfect place to tell her.

"Alright." Damon said, abruptly stopping, making Elena stumble. He quickly caught her and carefully pulled the blindfold off her. "Ta-Da!" Damon exclaimed.

Elena took in her surroundings, a small grin appearing on her face, but it quickly vanished and was replaced with a frown as she stared at her best friend. "What's the matter, Damon? We never come here unless something is wrong.

Damon frowned, looking at Elena. He didn't know how to break the news to her. This was gonna be harder than he thought.

Damon ran his hands through his hair and sat down on a rock, motioning for Elena to join him. "I have to leave, Elena."

"What do you mean, Damon? Where are you going?" Elena asked, looking to Damon with her big doe like eyes.

"I'm moving. My Dad got a new job and I have to leave. So does Stefan." Damon explained as he watched Elena's eyes start to brim with tears. He wiped away her tears with the sleeve of his shirt and pulled her to him, embracing her in a tight hug.

"When?"

"As soon as I get home. I just found out last night." Damon mumbled, wiping the newly formed tears.

"I don't want you to leave, Damon. You're my best friend!" Elena muffled into Damon's shirt. "You can't leave."

"It's not my choice, Elena. If I could I would stay here or I would sneak you with because I honestly don't want to lose you. You're my best friend."

"This is probably worse than dying."

Damon stifled a laugh and rested his head on Elena's, frowning. "I'm gonna miss you."

Elena pulled away from Damon and gazed into his piercing blue eyes. "I'll miss you too. Promise to never forget me?"

Damon grinned and held up his pinky finger. "I promise."

Elena smiled and linked her pinky with his and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'll see you again, right?"

"Of course, Elena." Damon said, resting his head on hers and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "I'll write to you and call you."

"Where are you moving to?" Elena asked, rubbing circles into his palm.

Damon shrugged. "Not sure. Father never told us."

"Oh.."

"Don't worry. I'll come back for you. I'll get on my shining armor and horse and we will kidnap ya!"

Elena giggled and looked up to her best friend. "You don't have armor or a horse!"

"Yet!" Damon said with a wink. "Don't underestimate me, Elena."

"I'm not, Damon. I'm not."

The two best friends sat in each others arms for hours. Both talking about past memories and what they're going to do the next time they see each other.

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Elena remembered the memory as if it just happened yesterday and it frustrated her more than anything. Because that memory was nothing, but a lie. Sure Damon and his family left, but he never did write or call. He did call her the next day when they were all moved in. He told how much he missed her and that Colorado is really far from Mystical Falls, but that wouldn't stop him from writing to her.

That was the last she heard from him. She tried to contact him too, but she didn't know his new address and when she called him she always got a message saying the phone number was no longer in use.

Stefan didn't even bother to contact her either. It didn't really surprise Elena. Her and Stefan never seen eye to eye on things, but they were still really good friends. Almost like her second best friend you could say. She remembers when they first met.

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"Ooh, Are you my brother's new girlfriend?" The five year old boy sneered, sticking his tongue out.

The little girl frowned and looked at her feet. "No.." She mumbled.

"Yeah you are!" The boy yelled.

"No. I'm. Not!" The girl shouted, balling up her fist and falling off the swing.

"Yes!" The boy yelled back, hopping onto the swing.

The girl examined her legs, noticing the little cuts and scrapes and started to cry.

Damon noticed on the other side of park and dropped the ice cream cones he was holding and rushed to his friend. "Are you okay, Elena?" He asked, breathlessly.

Elena looked up, tears spilling down her face and shook her head. "That boy was being mean and made me fall off the swing." Elena complained, pointing to the boy whose expression changed when he saw Damon.

"No I didn't Damon! She's lying."

"I don't believe you, Stefan. You apologize right now."

"I'm sorry, Elena." Stefan mumbled.

"Good, now get off the swing." Damon demanded, pulling Elena to her feet.

Stefan quickly jumped off the swing and ran to the other side of the playground. Damon glared at his brother as he left. He turned to the swing and gestured for Elena to get on. Elena smiled and hopped on the swing as Damon pushed her.

"I don't like your brother, Damon. He's not very nice." Elena explained.

"I don't like my little brother either, Elena. What did he say to you?"

"He called me your girlfriend and I got really mad and fell."

"Why?"

"Cause he is mean, Damon!"

Damon laughed. "I know! Why did you get mad at what he said?"

Elena blushed and looked down. "Because Damon. We're only six. We have to be older to be boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Oh, well how about you be my best friend and I'll be your best friend?" Damon suggested, slowly stopping Elena's swing.

"Why?" Elena asked with confusion. "I thought we were friends."

"We are, Elena! But I want us to be best friends."

"Why?" Elena repeated, throwing her arms in the air.

Damon groaned, smacking his hand with his forehead. "Because. I really like you, Elena. If were best friends that will mean we will be together forever."

Elena's eyes went wide as she jumped off the swing and stood in front of Damon. "Is that better than boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Damon pondered the thought before slowly nodding with a grin. "Yep. And you don't have to be old to be best friends."

"Really?"

"Really!" Damon grabbed Elena's hand and pulled her towards the ice cream cart. Stefan ran up to the two and frowned. "Why are you holding hands?"

"Because Steffy, Elena and I are best friends." Damon said and continued walking.

"I wanna be best friends too." Stefan whined, running up to Elena and grabbing her other hand.

"No!" Damon yelled, smacking his brother. "She is my best friend."

Elena giggled and looked between the boys. "We can all be best friends. As long as you're nice to me." Elena said, looking at Stefan. He grinned and nodded his head. "I will be!"

Damon frowned and grabbed Elena's hand tighter and whispered in her ear. "But me and you are special best friends."

"I know, Damon. Because you really like me and I really like you."

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'Of course Damon is in that memory too.' Elena thought to herself as she cleaned her room. He was in all of her memories. He was practically her past. The two of them did everything together. She picked up a framed picture of the two them she had sitting on her nightstand. Damon was in his swim trunks and had sunglasses on with his arm wrapped around Elena's waist. She was in her bikini and was holding a water gun. The picture was taken a few days before he left.

"Knock, knock." Jeremy said, entering his sisters room and frowning as he watched his sister place the picture back. "You still miss him, huh?"

Elena nodded and turned to her brother. "Of course, Jer. He was my best friend."

"Well Stefan was my best friend, but I got over him moving a long time ago."

"You're such a boy." Elena replied, chucking a pillow are her brother.

Jeremy threw the pillow back and grinned, falling onto a nearby chair. "Thanks. Seriously though, you should get over it."

Elena groaned, falling face first onto her bed. "I know. I can't though. We were really close. We have a huge history. I can't just let it all go."

"Yeah, and you can't let it take over your life. I get it, Elena. You loved him. You were best friends as were me and Stefan. I got over it; so can you." Jeremy stated, leaving Elena's room.

Elena sighed, rolling over and facing the framed picture again. "It's not that easy."

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