Hey Guys,
After a very long hiatus I've decided I wanted to start a new story. It's just a little idea I've been pondering for a while and let's see how it goes.
Enjoy!
"The course of true love never did run smooth."
- Shakespeare: A Midsummer Night's Dream
The blaring music filled the room, blasting out of the speakers and vibrating every object in the area with its violent bass. Strobe lights flickered back and forth, changing with each beat of the lively song echoing through the vicinity. Sweaty, drunken bodies danced along to the song, trying their best not to trip over their own feet in their intoxicated state.
The strong stench of alcohol polluted the impure air, people yelled song lyrics at the top of their lungs and the bar was overcrowded with a continual string of people. Overall, the atmosphere was vivid.
This was a place where you could enjoy yourself. This was a place I enjoyed myself. However, I definitely was not enjoying myself this particular night.
At the prime age of 22, I lived for the party life. Every night my mates and I would go out, looking for a good time. Usually I was all like "I walk up in the club, I'm like what up I got a big cock," but tonight? All of my radiating confidence had shrivelled up and hidden like my usual self.
The reason being? The bunch of dicks I call 'friends"…
It all started last night. My best mates, Klaus Mikaelson and Alaric Saltzman, and I went out and got pissed, as usual. A new club was opening downtown and we just had to go check it out. It was a great night to remember, well from what we remember. The finer details of the night were a tad bit blurry but somehow the guys managed to remember the details involving me.
In a drunken moment, Klaus had brilliantly suggested that we play a little innocent game of pools. Though, the rules were changed a bit. The winner was allowed "one wish" to be followed through to the best of the others abilities; it could be cashed in at any place and any time. Last place was to carry out one embarrassing dare, to be given by second place; once again, any time and any place.
I remember smirking cockily, I knew I had this in the bag. I was the best at the game out of all three of us, though I didn't think of the ability-reducing effects of alcohol I previously consumed that night.
In the early moments of the game, I was at the top of the scoreboard. Then things started to go downhill. Every drink I consumed had finally caught up to me, slurring my movements and badly affecting my aiming skills. By the end of the game, I was last…
"Fuck." I swore, clutching my head the next morning. After the pool game last night, the guys and I retreated back to Alaric's apartment to sleep off the effects of the alcohol. I looked at the time, it was three in the afternoon. Damn, we must have had an awesome night to have slept in this much!
Soon enough, Klaus and Ric awoke and we all stayed in silence and mutual oblivion to the events of last night. No one mentioned last night because our memories were fuzzed so we went by our normal daily routines until it was time to go out again.
"So…" Klaus began, a cheeky smirk plastered across his face, from ear to ear.
I looked up from my position on the couch. He was behind me, holding a bag as big as his grin. "Yeah man?" I asked.
"Do you remember last night?" He continued.
"Nope. Not really. You?" At that moment Ric walked into the room.
"Actually. I remember one detail quite well." I looked at him confused. Where was he getting at? "Remember our game of pools last night?"
Suddenly memories came rushing back to me. The pool game. Changing the rules. Me losing.
"Oh fuck."
"Yep. That's right. I get to choose your dare, and guess what? I want you to do it tonight." Klaus laughed, shaking the bag he was holding up.
"Great. What's the dare?" He tossed the bag at me…
Which brings me back to the present moment. The reason as to why I wasn't enjoying myself at this amazing, lively club tonight? Because Klaus' fucking dare was to dress me up as a drag queen. Well, we compromised since I drew the line on his crazy ideas so it ended up as just cross-dressing.
So here I was in nightclub dressed in a white tank top and pink skirt that reminded me way too much of Regina George. Klaus even made me accessorize with a black handbag, pink cardigan and black ballet flats. To top that off, I was also meant to put on an over-the-top, high pitched voice while pretending that I was gay.
Klaus was dead when I'm done doing this stupid dare.
I was getting weird looks all night because this was the same night club we were at yesterday. There were so many hot girls everywhere, but I couldn't do anything because of Klaus' stupid dare.
"Damon, go get that guy over there to buy you a drink." Klaus laughed, pointed to a jock looking pretty boy at the bar.
"Get fucked Klaus." I snarled at him, clearly not amused as he was.
"You forget Salvatore, you're my bitch tonight. Now go. Put on your best performance!"
I muttered a few swear words under my breath, wishing for Klaus to magically get struck by lightning or something at that very second but no such luck. Turning away from him, I made my way to the mysterious guy.
"Sway your hips sexy!" Alaric called after me to which I simply replied with my middle finger.
I reached the boy at the bar, briefly looking back to see if Ric and Klaus were watching me. Maybe if they weren't paying attention I could get away with not doing this? But of course they were watching, motioning for me to continue.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself. Well, he goes nothing.
"Hey there hottie" Dragging out the "e" in "hottie". The jock looked back at me startled, but didn't move away. "Got a name?" I flashed a smile in his direction. I was surprised myself that my voice could even reach that high of an octave.
"Kol." He replying, hands wrapped around his drink. Well isn't he the talkative type? I looked back to Alaric and Klaus, silently begging them to let me stop this. They laughed and Klaus whispered something in Ric's ear, causing him to double over in hysterical laughter.
'So Kol," I continued, trying to pick up conversation. "Are you alone tonight?" I asked, sitting down on the empty bar seat next to him.
"Yeah." Would it kill this guy to answer with more than one word?
Mustering up all the courage in me, I trailed my fingers up his arm and leaned close to his head. "Maybe you can buy me a drink then?" I whispered in this ear.
Suddenly he jerked back, trying to stand up. "Kol! Relax man." A new voice said. I turned around only to be greeted by Klaus, my favourite person on Earth at the moment.
"Klaus? What are you doing here?" Kol said, grabbing Klaus and pulling him in for a manly hug.
"Wait. You two know each other?" I asked. I was so confused at the moment.
"Kol, this is my best friend Damon Salvatore. Damon, this is Kol. My brother." Wait, what?
"But Elijah is your brother?"
"I can have more than one brother Damon." Klaus laughed. "Kol, sorry about that. In short, I won a bet, made Damon dress up like this and then dared him to hit on you. You should have seen your face! Priceless."
"You're a dick Klaus." Kol glared at his older brother. "Amen sister" I answered, sculling back Kol's forgotten glass of bourbon. If I was going to have to go through the whole night acting like this, I'm going to need to get as much alcohol as I can in my system.
"Oh lighten up! Come join us Kol." Klaus laughed but then stopped as he turned his attention to something else. "Ahh, there she is."
Ric, Kol and I looked over to the direction Klaus was looking at, curious as to what had grabbed his attention. A smiling, blonde girl was bouncing over in our direction. So this was Klaus' new girlfriend? She was pretty hot but my heart stopped when I cast eyes on the beauty that trailed beside her.
She was… She was perfection to say the least. Long, dark brown hair is soft waves cascaded down her shoulders, big brown eyes glistened in the fog and strobe lights, long tan legs that stretched for miles until they reached the hem of her black sequins dress that hugged her little body in all the right places. She was literally hotness incarnate.
My eyes were as wide as dishes as I took in her radiating beauty. "Hello love." Klaus greeted his lady in his distinctive British accent, ultimately whacking me out of my little trance although my eyes were still solely on her.
"Klaus, babe. This is my best friend Elena Gilbert." The blonde chick introduced the doe-eyed beauty beside her. Elena. What a pretty name for a pretty lady.
"Nice to meet you." Klaus replied with a nod. "Elena, Caroline, this is my brother Kol and my best mates Alaric and Damon." Alaric and Kol replied with a nod but I, in my trance, had to open my stupid mouth.
"Nice to meet Elena, you." I blabbed out. "Nice to meet you, Elena." I quickly said again, shaking my head at my stupidity. How did I mess up one stupid sentence? I was that affected by this girl that I had just laid eyes on.
"Don't mind Damon." Alaric smirked, knowing full well as to why I screwed that up. "He's just a bit tipsy." I shot him a grateful look for the save.
"It's alright." Elena spoke. The words rolling off her tongue like sweet honey dripping off a spoon. "Nice to meet Damon, you too." She laughed, repeated my earlier words. When she laughed, her whole face lit up. It was adorable.
"Um…why don't we all go dance?" Ric suggested, bored with the lack of attention he was receiving. Everyone agreed and we all moved towards the dance floor. Caroline and Klaus had gone off to dance together, Kol had decided to stay at the bar we were had originally found him and Ric found a group of girls to keep him entertained, leaving Elena and I alone.
"So…" Elena started to speak, I whipped around to face her after shooting daggers at Alaric for leaving me alone. "I like your skirt."
I looked down confused. Oh shit. I had completely forgotten that I was dressed in this completely ridiculous outfit Klaus had thrown together. "Oh this," I began, ready to spill the whole dare story but stopped myself realising that one of the rules of the dare was that I couldn't tell anyone. "Thank you. It's new." I smiled. What else could I say? Trying to change the subject, I blurted out, "Would you like to dance, Elena?" Why don't I just keep my mouth closed? What if she rejects me? What if-
"Sure thing." She replied, halting my negative "what ifs". I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and we pushed our way through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor. It felt incredibly odd dancing in a skirt. Every time I moved, the skirt would ride up and flutter around. How do girls do this?
Elena was having a great time, from what I can tell. She was swaying along with the beat, throwing her hair around all over the place. We laughed and talked, to me it was just the two of us alone, and no one else was around us.
Much too soon for my liking, the rest of the gang had come back to join Elena and I. Ric was smashed so Klaus suggested we should take him home. Things were going great with Elena and now this drunken sod was cock blocking me.
Klaus and I said goodbye to everyone, me leaving Elena for last.
"Lucky last." I said, wrapping my arms around her for a hug.
"I had a great time with you tonight, Damon." Elena smiled up at me, making my heart stop once again.
"Yeah, same." That's all I could say? Wow I'm an idiot.
"I think we should catch up some time?"
"Yeah, same.' Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.
"Here's my number," she passed me a napkin with digits scribbled across it. "I really would like to get you know you better."
"Yeah, same." Someone kill my brain.
"Good. I think it'll be real cool if I have a new gay best friend."
"Yeah, same."
Wait. What!?
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