Damon sat outside, on the curb. A moment ago he had been fuming, ready to
go down the hall and kill his brother, but now he'd cooled down a little.
He'd been thinking. He didn't like yelling at her, didn't like seeing her
upset but she could be very hard to live with. This he knew. What he didn't
know was why she just wouldn't admit that there was still something she
felt for his brother.
Stefan's always first. Everyone loves St. Stefan. He thought mocking, bitter. He knew he had made a mistake about saying Elena thought of Stefan when they made love. He knew she didn't; it had just came out. When he got angry, anything was likely to just slip out.
He knew Elena loved him, but he was angry she still couldn't forget his brother. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered with her. But he knew the answer. Because he really did love her.
Damon sighed. Why won't you just tell me the truth? But other then being annoyed at her still feeling attraction to his younger brother, Damon had after all told her he'd be good tonight. He knew how Elena felt about arguments, and he had been a jerk about the sex tonight. They were both just very tired and very tense about the whole situation. It always was difficult being together in the same room with Stefan, for either of them.
Stefan really does cause problems. If he could just disappear from Earth, the world would be a more peaceful place…. Damon laughed aloud at the thought.
He wondered what she was doing. Angry? Crying still? Maybe she was just hurt.
Damon kicked a stone, sending it skidding across the street. He really wanted to tell her he was sorry, he just didn't know how. He couldn't just waltz in there and tell her he was terribly sorry. He didn't even know if she'd speak to him. And he didn't want to get too soft on her; he just wasn't like that. Most of the time anyway.
____________________________________
Stefan woke up hearing a rather loud slam of a door. He glanced at Bonnie. Deep sleeper. She hadn't heard, but he knew Elena and Damon had obviously had a fight. He got up, walked into the hall and made his way to her room. He could feel her hurt from where he was. He couldn't help it; they'd been through too much to ignore each other.
He'd hurt her enough as it was and she had hurt him.
There was a faint light coming from under the door but there was silence. At least she is not crying, thought Stefan. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
It was time to clear things up. It was time to face each other.
Stefan's always first. Everyone loves St. Stefan. He thought mocking, bitter. He knew he had made a mistake about saying Elena thought of Stefan when they made love. He knew she didn't; it had just came out. When he got angry, anything was likely to just slip out.
He knew Elena loved him, but he was angry she still couldn't forget his brother. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered with her. But he knew the answer. Because he really did love her.
Damon sighed. Why won't you just tell me the truth? But other then being annoyed at her still feeling attraction to his younger brother, Damon had after all told her he'd be good tonight. He knew how Elena felt about arguments, and he had been a jerk about the sex tonight. They were both just very tired and very tense about the whole situation. It always was difficult being together in the same room with Stefan, for either of them.
Stefan really does cause problems. If he could just disappear from Earth, the world would be a more peaceful place…. Damon laughed aloud at the thought.
He wondered what she was doing. Angry? Crying still? Maybe she was just hurt.
Damon kicked a stone, sending it skidding across the street. He really wanted to tell her he was sorry, he just didn't know how. He couldn't just waltz in there and tell her he was terribly sorry. He didn't even know if she'd speak to him. And he didn't want to get too soft on her; he just wasn't like that. Most of the time anyway.
____________________________________
Stefan woke up hearing a rather loud slam of a door. He glanced at Bonnie. Deep sleeper. She hadn't heard, but he knew Elena and Damon had obviously had a fight. He got up, walked into the hall and made his way to her room. He could feel her hurt from where he was. He couldn't help it; they'd been through too much to ignore each other.
He'd hurt her enough as it was and she had hurt him.
There was a faint light coming from under the door but there was silence. At least she is not crying, thought Stefan. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
It was time to clear things up. It was time to face each other.