Somebody to you
Category: TV Shows » Vampire Diaries
Author: JustLola
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Humor
Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Disclaim : I do not own Vampire Dairies. Or any songs, movies or artists or phones or phone applications I refer to in this fanfiction.
Authors notes: Chapter 3, yeah some changes that was not expected. It made me sad to write that a girl wouldn't give Damon a chance, that girl would be beyond stupid if you ask me. Where is Stefan? I mean seriously?
Elena's POV
Well Sunday was uneventful as we got ready for church and I saw my wonderful boyfriend and his family except Damon, how surprising right? But I was glad that we did not see each other, I had been dreaming of that fucking kiss the whole night, nightmare after nightmare.
Me and Stefan decided to spend the day at our family's and just have a lazy Sunday. After church I went home, worked on my homework for the following day. Eventful right? I mean how else would I get straight A's and pass school to go to college.
At around 13:00 I got my current book I am reading and curled up next to my window. Cell from Stephan King. I just could not put this book down. It was fascinating as I read each page and I could not wait to see what happened next. It was a lot like the zombie movies that's showing now a days but maybe it's just the way how Stephen used his words that intrigued me.
Hours went by and it was starting to get dark outside so I place the book on my night stand and retrieved my phone from my purse. I had 2 Black Berry Messenger messages and 1 Whatsapp message. I decided to open my Black Berry Messenger first and smile when I see I have a message from Stefan.
'Hey babe, thinking bout you. Hope you have a nice day and I'll see you tomorrow at .' Somehow he just knew that I wasn't the type of girl that consistently needed to be messaged and I enjoyed that. I quickly typed a reply. 'My day is a bore without you. See you tomorrow. XOXO.'
The next message was from Bonnie. 'Hey girl love the pictures you posted, what's with the pictures of you and Damon?!' The message was sent about an hour ago.
'Hey Bon, just had an awesome day will tell you tomorrow. We were being silly when we took the photo no big deal.' I reply and she instantly reads the message and types her reply.
'That's what I thought cause you already got your dream boy now.' I smile as I read this.
'Yeah I got him, I totally need to tell you how he asked me out.'
'Oh, I know I mean we all saw the notice board at the movies, belief me some heart were broken as they pass that board.' I giggle as I read the message, yeah imagine if Damon had taken a girl to the movies.
'Yeah your right but speak to you tomorrow Bon.' with that I close my Black Berry Messenger application and move on to my Whatsapp message. I see the message is from Damon and he sent it about 10 minutes ago.
'Are you at home?' At first I feel creeped out because it feels like he is a stalker and he want to know if I'm home.
'Why?' I message back. He is online in an instant before he starts to type.
But I hear the doorbell ring and look at the clock. Who would possibly be here now? I leave my room with my phone in hand waiting for Damon's reply as I cautiously walk down the stairs and to the front door. I almost drop my phone when it vibrates in my hand. But I ignore it and reach the front door quickly looking through the peephole. Only to see …Damon. What the fuck?
I open the door and Damon has one hand on the side of the door as he looks up into my eyes. "You take long to reply and to open the door." He states and walk past me into my house without even being invited inside. How rude?
"You can't just waltz into my house like that." I exclaim from behind him as I follow him into the living room. But really there was nothing I could do to stop him in any case.
He turns his head to me and smirks. "I just did." He plops down on the couch and grabs the remote to the TV. Switching it on and onto the sports channel. The nerve this man had to just walk into my house like he owned the place. I walk to the living room and stand between him and the television, my arms folded over my chest.
"What the hell Damon!" I almost want to yell but the only reply I get is him raising his eye brow at me.
"Standing like that with your arms crossed over your chest makes your boobs look bigger." I am totally mortified at the statement and quickly remove my arms and place them at my side.
"You can't just…" I start but was cut off as Damon pats on the space next to him.
"Just chill Elena. I'm just here because staying home alone while my parents are out is boring. So I thought I could keep you company." Damon says as he gives me that infamous smirk that would have made my knees weak if I wasn't so mad at him at the moment. But what he said did raise a question thou, if his parents were out, and he was home alone, where was Stefan?
"So you took it as an open invitation to come and keep me company?" I ask finally sitting next to him, absentmindedly crossing my arms over my chest once again.
"That is what friends do? Seeing that we are friends now." he stretches the word 'friend' and I raise a brow at him. "And I mean I know your parents are not here and you are lonely and in need of company." How the hell did he know my parents were not here.
"How'd you know?" I say sarcastically and he gives me that panty dropping smile.
"If your parents were here, their cars would be in the drive way." Damon says rolling his eyes and I feel stupid for even mentioning it. I just sighed and looked at the screen in front of me. Why do men enjoy sports so much I mean really? I then place my attention on my phone and read the message Damon had sent. 'Open the front door.' I laugh softly because he was an idiot.
I decide to browse my Facebook as we sit in silence the volume to the television was very low. I look over some status updates, nothing really interesting. I had a few notifications but if someone liked a photo or a status it was really irrelevant to me so I cleared my notifications. I see Damon changed his profile picture and I go onto his profile. I didn't really have time to check out his profile yet. Single. Yeah really? Goes to Mysticfalls High. Stefan Salvatore is his brother. Alaric Saltzman is his brother. I move from his about page and his status from last night catches my eye again. It had 37 likes and 23 comments. I open it and I start to read the comments.
Mostly girls asking if he found a new girl or who was he talking about. . . I personally wanted to know as well so I look to him and he seems so caught up in the current football game that he seems like someone completely different. "Damon…" I all but whisper to him and he looks at me with wonder sparkling in his beautiful blue eyes.
"Yeah?" he asks his eyes now fully focused on mine and he's really looking at me, his eyes staring deep into mine.
"You Facebook status?" I ask and he frowns at me like I grew a third head or something.
"What about it?" he asks, I look at the screen again and then back at him.
"What's it about?" I ask and he looks so vulnerable as his eyes meet mine again.
"Don't change the order of the words to my question, by asking a question." He replies and I almost giggle at him.
"I just want to know what it means, or why you posted it." I ask innocently, momentarily taking advantage of the fact that I have distracted him and I grab the remote from his grasp, he doesn't even flinch nor does it seem to bother him that I had taken the remote, his eyes remained trained on me.
I swear that at this very moment his searching my eyes for the real reason I am asking and to be honest I just wanted to know what it meant. "It's nothing." Came his simple reply and he was lying, I could see it in his eyes.
I shrugged it off and I turned away from him and looked back at the screen, scrolling the news feeds, there wasn't anything remotely interesting about any one of them. "Damon where is Stefan?" I ask my eyes still glued to my phone's screen. There is no movement on his side and I can feel his eyes that are still on me, he doesn't make an effort to even answer me. "I mean you said you were home alone? So where is Stefan?" I ask looking up into his clear blue eyes.
"I don't know." What? "I mean he doesn't tell me where he disappears of to. Nor do I really want to know." He says and I raise an eye brow at his answer.
"But what if he had been here with me?" I ask getting more curious as the conversation continued.
"His car would be here." He replied.
"What if he decided to walk over?" I ask because he has done it before. What would stop him from doing it again? But it just didn't make sense because Damon was so sure of himself of his actions that it made me suspicious. "Damon are you lying to me on where Stefan is?" I ask.
"Elena, I'm not lying, I don't know where he is, he's probably of with his friends playing video games or shit." Damon replied and his answer seemed to be completely honest.
"And why aren't you over at Ric's place chilling with him?" I ask, his eyes never looking away from mine and I feel like I'm falling deeper and deeper in the endless pit that is also known as Damon Salvatore.
Damon seems to be fighting an internal battle whether or not he should tell me what is really going on, I can see it in those blue orbs, his hand rises and he runs it through his raven hair. "I wanted to speak to you." His voice is soft like it's a sin what he is saying.
Why did he want to speak to me? Why could he not just send me a message. Why did he need to come over, why did he want to speak to me in person and about what did he want to speak to me about that was so important. "About what?" I ask as I press the mute button on the television remote.
He opens his mouth but no words come out and this must be really hard on him because I have never seen him like this, struggling with words, he is always such a smooth talker and outspoken. "Never mind. I just wanted to spend some time with you. Show you that I am not really as bad as you think. And I wanted to apologize." He suddenly says and I am caught by complete surprise.
"Apologize?" I ask and I know he is referring to the kiss and really I just want to forget about that and I just want to move on.
"For being such an asshole the past two days." He says, so he was apologizing for everything, well at least he is man enough to apologise. I give him a soft smile, I could forgive him, right? Even if he ruined my first kiss.
"Apology accepted. But you really are an ass for stealing my first kiss." I say and look back to the television screen.
"Well if it wasn't for these circumstances I would have done it completely different." I raise a brow at that, what was he implying? "I would make it worth your while." He says and I look at him in complete surprise. He would make it worth my while? He said it with so much confidence, it seemed like he believed that he would be my first kiss no matter what.
"And how would you do that?" I ask curious to how he would have done it, if it was up to him and if it was on different circumstances.
He moves a little closer to me, moving his hand up to lightly brush my cheek, forcing me to face him completely. "I would just be with you, and talk to you, and I would play you some sweet music, something romantic, the words should speak to you, explain to you how I feel and when you least expect it, I would stroke your cheek and I would lean in and take it by complete surprise." He almost whispers as he moves in a bit closer to me, his face just inches away from mine.
I lick my lips absentmindedly making him smile as he stares into my eyes, searching them, and I don't know what he's looking for, I am almost sure that he's going to lean in and consume my lips but he turns from me. I sigh, not sure if it's out of relief or because he didn't kiss me.
But I should not be kissing him so my line of thought was completely corrupted. And I actually feel so relieved that he had not kissed me, I would not survive the guilt trip if I had kissed him, I would feel dreadful and I would be cheating on my boyfriend which so happens to be his brother.
"That would be a great way to give a girl her first kiss." Damon says as he focusses all his attention back on the television even if the sound is on mute.
"And here I thought your brother was the romantic one." I say smiling at him and it seems odd because he smiles back at me.
"I. Damon Salvatore, I am the romantic one not Stefan. He learned everything he knows from me." I frown at this because Damon was not romantic. Did he even have a romantic bone in his body? Usually he would just be with a girl to get into her pants and there was nothing romantic about that.
"You? I mean not to sound rude but all you do is get into girls pants, what is so romantic about that?" I ask. Damon suddenly turns towards me again, fully facing me now a determent look on his face.
"I have a romantic side… I just don't show it because all the girls I've been with only want to be with me for the sake of being with me. No one is in it for the long haul and I'm not sure if any of them could really handle me. A relationship is a two way street and I'm just not sure any of these girl can handle all of me. If they can't even last a week with me what makes you think that forever would work?" I think this is the only time that Damon has actually made sense. I mean there was no snarky remark or sarcastic comment. He just openly told me what's on his mind.
"Do you really want that?" I ask sitting a bit closer to him then I intended.
He furrows his brow and rolled his eyes playfully. "Everyone wants someone to love, you might not believe it but I want that feeling to, I want someone to accept me for who I am, and to love me unconditionally." He gently places his hand on my bare thigh making me shiver and he leans in closer.
"Do you think that I am that person for Stefan?" I ask but Damon moves back a bit and looks down at his hand on my thigh.
"I don't know. It's up to the two of you." Damon replies but he seems uncomfortable on the subject. "I just hope that in the end you make the right choice." He finishes but he doesn't move his eyes and they are now focused on mine.
I give him a small smile because it is true what he's saying, everything depends on how we handle it. "Don't you have someone in mind that you feel there is a possible future?" I ask and he looks at me in surprise.
He played with his eye brows and rolled his eyes which made me giggle before he smiled at me. "I have someone, but I doubt she feels the same." It hurt me that he said that, that someone would not give him a chance. It made me wonder who this girl was.
"A girl who doesn't grant you a chance is stupid." I offer and he winks at me and it just the sexiest thing that I have ever seen. My stomach just did a summersault at the sight of Damon winking.
"Yeah, you would not say that if you knew who this girl is." he said and then he removed his hand from my thigh and he turned his back to me before he lowered his head onto my lap catching me by complete surprise. "On a different note you're kind of stuck with me for the time being, and we have to do what friends do like massage my head and you can try on your new summer swim wear in front of me and we can wash each other's backs in the shower." I almost punch him for that but I laugh softly and I place one hand on his forehead, lightly running my finger through his soft raven hair.
I was quiet surprised at how soft it was, I would occasionally draw my nails over his scalp and he would close his eyes in pleasure I presume. He takes the remote in his hand and he turns up the volume before channel surfing until he got to the series channels and The Walking Dead was on and it is my favourite show ever. "Please leave it on Walking Dead." I almost plead down at him and he just stares up at me smiling.
"Sure, only if you keep doing that with your hand." I laugh at this but my attention is drawn to Rick and Carol on the television screen. "I just love this show." Damon mumbles from my lap and I hum in agreement as I softly stroke his sculp. Being stuck with Damon on a Sunday night was not as bad as I thought it would be.
I think I fell asleep sometime during the second episode that was showing, but at this moment I was being carried to my room, there was a tall figure in front of me and someone was carrying me. Soon I am placed in my soft bed and the covers are being pulled over me.
I can hear my father speak as two figures leave my room switching off the lights as they go. "Thank you Damon for taking Elena to bed…" and then I was off into a land full of soft kissed and hugs, and love songs playing in the background.