Here's the thing, I went to bed at 2 am last night, woke up at 6 am, and now at 10 pm I'm sleepy already, so, I am sorry if you find some typos or grammatically wrong sentence.
Enjoy.
Chapter 4 (Day 1)
"Morning, Jenna," Elena sits on the stool with her pancakes ready for her to savor.
"Morning, kiddo. You forgot to turn off the alarm again?"
"Yep, forgot that today is Saturday and most people are still in bed," she pops a bite of her pancakes into her mouth, "pancakes are for special occasion only, you know."
"I invited a friend of mine to join us for breakfast, if you don't mind," Jenna says carefully.
"Well, it's your house, so I suppose that's okay."
"It's your house, too, hon," she reminds her niece, "he'll be here in five."
"Oh, wonder who that is," Elena teases.
Then she realizes, that teasing and joking and bantering around is not something she used to do with Jenna. She knows she really don't want to get attached to her because she's afraid something might happen to the only living member of her family and leaves her all alone.
"You are in a good mood today," Jenna winks.
"I am," she confirms, "don't know why, though."
"Well, it is a good thing, so do not lose that."
When they hear people chatting outside their front door, Jenna goes to open it. Elena stays in the kitchen, pretending to be cool, but inside, besides thinking about Jenna's 'friend' she's also thinks about Damon, the vampire, upstairs. She hopes he's already gone like she has asked him earlier before she went downstairs.
That Damon, though, she just can't wrap her head around what is going on in her life right now. First, she found an empty journal with only one entry filled with poem that turns out to be a mantra to call her soul mate, then Damon comes in, claiming to be her said soul mate and demands her to say that she loves him.
She was saved by Jenna calling for breakfast, she has dismissed Damon and literally has begged him to leave, to get out of her room by the time she comes in again.
"Hey."
She turns her head to face-to-face with Jenna and a handsome, green-eyed, sandy blond hair guy on her arms.
And Damon is standing behind them.
Elena swallows her pancakes, barely, before Jenna's excited smile adorning her beautiful face.
"This," she looks up to the man beside her, "is Alaric. He's my boyfriend... Damn, I'm almost twice your age and being coy about introducing my boyfriend to my niece," she grumbles quietly.
"Hi, Elena, nice to meet you," Alaric smiles as he tries to shake her hands.
Her focus is, however, on the man smirking beside him. With his eyebrows shot up high, because it is the first time he notices her name, enough to hide between his messy hair that falls on his forehead, he looks like a bad boy she has often seen on the movies
The eighteen-year-old shakes the hand in front of her, "Hey, you too."
"Hope I'm not interrupting your breakfast, though," Alaric says, noticing Elena's stiffness and keeps looking behind him, "Oh, this is Damon, one of my colleagues. I'm a teacher in Mystic High, barely started. You don't mind I'm inviting him also, do you? I saw him passed by –"
"It's fine," she chocks out "Nice to meet you, Damon."
At this, the blue eyed man takes a step forward and outstretch his hand, ready to shake Elena's, "Pleasure's all mine, Elena," her name rolls perfectly from his—beautiful—mouth.
To Elena's surprise though, the moment she decides to take his hand to shake it, Damon takes it softly and brings it up to his mouth to kiss the back of her hand. And she can't hide the feeling when his moist lips touch her hand. Her heart rate picks up and by the way Damon is smirking against her hand, she can tell that he hears it too, vampire hearing and all, she thinks.
"Well," Jenna's cheery voice breaks her out of her thoughts, "Let's eat before it gets cold."
Jenna situates herself in the dining are, sitting on one of the chairs, with Alaric beside her. Damon, acting like it's his house, sits in front of Alaric, and leaves the unoccupy chair beside him for Elena.
"Pancakes are pretty special in this household, I only make it when I have a good day," Jenna informs them as soon as Elena sits next to the vampire.
"I'm glad today is your good day, Jen," Alaric smiles to her which makes Jenna blushes like crazy.
After the awkward breakfast, for Elena at least, Jenna and her stay in the kitchen to do the dishes and the guys take up their places in the backyard, digging some holes for Jenna, who has been obsessed with gardening lately.
"So, what do you think of Alaric?" Jenna asks as she dries the plates.
"He's nice. He makes you smile and happy, so I approve," Elena smiles.
"It means so much, 'Lena. I really like him," Jenna sighs. A sigh that Elena knows as the sigh that she always uses when she's happy.
The younger woman grins happily at her aunt's new-found happiness. She moves to sit on one of the stools as she throws her gaze to the backyard.
Damon is digging holes. Just like Jenna has asked.
And it makes her heart warm by the sight of his white t-shirt clings to his muscular arms, his leather jacket is tossed on the Adirondack chair under the apple tree Jenna has grown for the last one and a half year.
"So," Jenna sits beside her, looking at the object that Elena has been paying attention to, "Damon, huh? I say he's around twenty four something, he's not that old, he could pass as a senior in high school. You like him?"
Her head snaps toward her aunt, "What? No. No way."
"Why not? He seems fine. Very fine if you ask me," Jenna wiggles her eyebrows with twinkle in her eyes.
"He's not, he's a jerk," Elena mutters.
"Have you met him before today?"
"No, but I know guys like him. All bad boy type and only cares about himself," she makes her way upstairs leaving Jenna alone ogling her man in the backyard.
"Okay, teach, the girls are inside, you can tell me why you were willing to help me," Damon said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"I told you, I just wanted to help. That's all."
Currently, Damon is digging holes for the flower seeds that Jenna has bought, while Alaric fertilizing the flowers Damon has planted.
Damon was a bit confused when the sandy haired guy has asked him where he was going when he was jumping down from Elena's room to explore the town, and to feed, of course. He has asked where he was from and when Damon didn't give him the exact answer, he invited him to eat breakfast with his girlfriend, Elena's aunt. The things he did were unusual, Damon admits. Who the hell invites a stranger to have breakfast with him, his girlfriend and his girlfriend's niece?
But Damon, with curiosity of Elena got the best of him, has agreed. And he was a bit surprised when Alaric introduced him as one of his teacher friends.
"I don't buy it," he spits, "What do you want?"
"Nothing," he sighs, "Look, I saw you close by and you looked like someone who hasn't eaten, so I invited you."
"I could be a murderer for all you know. Do you always this stupid?"
"I'm not stupid," he grits his teeth, "I'm a nice person, you should try that sometimes."
Damon purses his lips, which turns to a pout, "What's the catch?"
"For God's sake, no catch! Now start digging."
"Your aunt making me digging all day it exhausts me," Damon sighs all too over dramatically as soon as Elena walks out of her bathroom.
She lets out a small gasp, staring at Damon's domesticity by lounging in her bed with her teddy and one of her quotes pillows under his feet, "Didn't I tell you to go? This morning, remember?"
"What, I helped your aunt and you're making me go away?" he pouts adorably, hoping to ease the tension between them, "Where's the affection, Elena?" he emphasizes the 'E' in her name.
"This is my bedroom, and my life. You can't just waltz in it because you want to," she moves to the other side of the bed that isn't occupied, pulls the sheet but it's kind of hard since Damon is laying on it, "Besides, aren't you supposed to be dead? You're a vampire you said."
"You summoned me here, remember?" he smirks, "I cannot just poof and disappear."
"You poofed and here you are," she points out adorably making Damon's smirk goes wider, finally giving up and pulls the sheet as much as she can, lies down and covers herself in it.
"Yes, because you did something about it."
"Okay, then," she sighs, finally giving in to having a temporary roommate, "As we are going to be roommate for a while, until I can find a way to poof you back to… wherever you were before, why don't we set rules or something?"
He turns his head to her, "What kind of rules?" he asks with gleam in his bright blue eyes.
"First, boundaries. You can't just show up here unannounced whenever you want, this is my room," she establishes, "Second, no secrets. You will tell me everything I want to know, and I'll do the same."
"What kind of things you want to know about me?"
"Like, what is it like to be a vampire, what do you eat, why can you go outside during the day, why –"
"You do realize that you ask me a whole lot of pointless questions, right?" he asks, amused.
"Well, I want to know. I'm a curious person," she says seriously.
"But in return, do I get to ask you anything I want as well?"
"But no funny business," she lifts up her slender forefinger in front of him.
He catches it then kisses the tip of it, making Elena blushes, and she cannot be more grateful that she has already turned the lights off, only the light from the moon that peers through her window, "No promises."
"Damon," she retracts her finger out of his grip, "you have to follow the rules."
"Fine," he rolls his eyes then shifts to his side, facing her.
She yawns adorably, making him smile softly at her, "First thing in the morning, I want to know why Alaric said you were one of his colleagues."
"Okay, princess."
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