Sorry that chapter 17 was so short, but I usually have more fun writing from Leslie's POV. Don't get me wrong Elena is fun, but Leslie's funner. Is funner even a word? Anyway, enjoy Chapter 18 everyone. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or any of its original characters. Wish I did though.

Chapter 18

(Leslie's POV)

As I arrived to the Salvatore boarding house, I distinctly heard Damon say.

"Do they still wear ties to this thing?"

Instead of answering him, Stefan just asked.

"Why are you going?"

Damon arrogantly responded.

"Well it's only fitting. We were at the first one remember?"

I only rolled my eyes and muttered 'moron'. Why had I even agreed to be his friend again? Oh yeah, cuz he had proved he could take anything I did and said to him.

I took a deep breath and got out of the car. Then I pulled down my dress slightly. Out of everything I had in my stupid huge closet. I had only found a short, black, spaghetti strap dress with black high heels. I knew that I had to prepare myself for Damon's stupid remarks before I walked inside. I reached the door and instead of knocking, I just walked right in. Then I heard Stefan say.

"I think it would be better if we don't draw any attention to ourselves."

Damon then said.

"So, you should stay here. I'll see to it Leslie and Elena have a good time. Two's a crowd, but three's a party."

I walked into the room and said.

"So, what's the single arrogant vampire called?"

As soon as they heard me they both turned to look at me. I saw how both of their eyes widened and their mouths nearly fell to the floor. Great, just freaking great, I knew I shouldn't have worn this dress. I tried to hide my discomfort by saying.

"Again, a picture would last longer. If you want one just ask."

Damon was instantly standing directly in front of me and he said.

"Don't mind if I do."

He pulled out his phone and instantly snapped a picture of me. I stared at him in shock and yelled.

"DAMON, YOU MORON! I WAS JUST KIDDING! I HATE PICTURES!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was only taking you up on your kind offer. If you were just playing then you should've said so."

I glared at him and said.

"Delete it, NOW!"

He looked at his phone and said tauntingly.

"Actually, I think I'm gonna keep it. You just look so beautiful and seductive that I wish to preserve it. Don't get me wrong, you always look beautiful, but right now you look downright sexy."

He smirked and said.

"Makes me wanna drag you upstairs and not let you leave until, well... never."

I glared at him and said.

"One of these days, Damon. One of these days..."

He smirked and said wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh, so I won't have to wait long, then?"

I glared at him and said.

"Go screw yourself."

At that, Stefan laughed and took a sip from a glass filled with scotch in his hand. Damon looked at him and snickered.

"My goodness, I've driven you to drink."

Stefan just stared at him and replied.

"Can't seem to rid myself of you. What else am I supposed to do besides go about living my life."

I merely smirked and said.

"Have you taken murder into consideration? I know I have."

Stefan actually smiled, but didn't reply. Damon just smirked and said.

"Go about living my life. See there lies your eternal struggle. You're dead dude. Get over it."

I simply rolled my eyes and said to Stefan.

"What is that? Scotch? Can I have some? If I'm going to a party I need something strong."

Stefan looked at me and said.

"Help yourself."

I smiled and replied.

"Thanks."

I went to the table and only poured myself half a glass of scotch. Then in one swift movement I chugged it down. Stefan merely gawked at me while Damon grinned. I had been right, vervain.

I had been able to smell it as soon as I walked through the door. I just hadn't been able to figure out were it was coming from. My nose was very sensitive to plants. It was probably because I had always had a thing for a nature and I spent most of my time in the forest. One thing I was sure of was that Stefan had spiked the bottle of scotch with vervain. He was obviously trying to get rid of Damon one way or another.

I kinda agreed with Stefan. Damon's bad boy attitude was drawing way too much attention already. If someone didn't put a stop to it soon. Things would get out of control very quickly.

The council was already on the hunt and they might find out about Stefan. I certainly didn't want that for him. Now that Damon was my friend, I didn't want that for him either.

I cared for my friends. No matter how much they pissed me off. They were still my friends and I cared for them. Even if they were newbies like Damon, I cared.

I also probably cared for Damon because he was Stefan's brother. If Damon got killed then Stefan would be all on his own for the rest of eternity. I wouldn't know what to do if I ever lost Elena. She was annoying at times, but I still loved her. She was my little sis.

So, if Stefan had to knock Damon out and lock him in a cage. Then that was fine by me. Hell, I might even end up helping him do it. At least, Damon would still be alive. Damon took me out of my thoughts when he said.

"What do you think?"

He was holding up a tie seeing how it would look on him. I smirked and said.

"Sure, here let me tighten it for you."

He laughed and said.

"No thanks, I have a feeling that once you start tightening it. You won't want to stop."

I pretended to be surprised and said.

"What gave you that idea?"

He smiled and said.

"Just a hunch."

I smiled in return and went to pour myself more vervotch. Hey, there's a new word to add to my dictionary. Then I simply looked at him and responded.

"Hmm."

He then smiled into the mirror while putting on a black shirt and said.

"It's cool not growing old. I like being the eternal stud."

I nearly choked on the scotch I was drinking. Man, he had to stop doing that. It seemed like every time he said something funny. I was always drinking something. Stefan instantly looked up and stared at me with concern. I only smiled and raised my glass up at him then took another drink. He smiled in return and said to Damon.

"Yes, being a 150 year old teenager has been the height of my happiness."

I just laughed at him and said.

"Well, you do look hot. Oh, and speaking of hot..."

I was thinking of telling Stefan about Elena's very loud thoughts about how she thought he was, 'downright sexy'. Instead, I just decided to smile and leave it hanging in the open. Suddenly, Damon turned to me and said with a smirk.

"What were you saying about me?"

I wanted to see what it would take to make that smirk disappear. So, I just laughed and said.

"I was just telling Stefan that he looks hot."

Damon frowned at that, bingo, mission accomplished. Then he looked at me and said.

"What about me?"

I smirked and said raising an eyebrow.

"What about you?"

He simply narrowed his eyes and I just smiled. Truth was, Damon did look great. I just liked pissing him off and getting on his nerves. I looked at him and said.

"Oh, well... you're alright, I guess."

He stared at me in disbelief and simply grinned. Ego, definitely hurt right there. After getting the reaction I wanted, I only smiled and said.

"I'm kidding Damon. You do look hot. Although..."

I moved and walked over to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. I noticed how he stopped breathing and I could feel Stefan's gave boring into my back. I unbuttoned it to the second button which was in the third hole. Then I put it in the right one and buttoned up his shirt again. After that, I adjusted his collar and straightened it out. Then I took a step away from him and said.

"Although, you would look better if you actually knew how to put on a shirt correctly."

With that, I laughed at him then turned my back and was about to go sit down. When suddenly, literally out of no where, Damon had me pinned against a wall pressing his entire body to mine. I gasped from the sudden shock and impact. Then I recovered myself and said.

"What are you doing? Get off of me, you idiot. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Damon was simply staring at me his crystal blue eyes boring right into mine. He then grabbed my chin gently and slowly lowered his head to... What the hell was he going to do? Was he going to kiss me! Or was he going to bite me? Fish! Elena disapproved of foul language, so sometimes I censored my words.

Stefan seemed to believe that tonight I would be Damon's dinner because he instantly moved and slammed Damon into the opposite wall. Damon face changed and veins appeared around his eyes. Then his sharp fangs elongated and he looked like he was about to attack. I saw Stefan's face was the same way as well. So, I ran and instantly got in the middle. I glared at them and yelled.

"ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU STOP IT, RIGHT NOW!"

Damon looked like he wanted to go around, so I turned to glare at him and I said.

"Damon! Stop it! This isn't freaking funny!"

Damon glared at Stefan menacingly and said angrily.

"I'm not laughing."

He then moved quickly and was about to reach Stefan. When I suddenly moved and was standing directly in front of Stefan blocking him from Damon. Damon snarled and said.

"Move out of the way, Leslie."

I glared at him and said.

"Make me."

He simply glared at Stefan and said.

"Soon, little brother, soon."

I only glared at him and said.

"See Damon, that's the thing. He's your brother, your little brother. It's your responsibility to protect him and make sure nothing happens to him. You're not supposed to hurt him! As the oldest, you should be more mature and responsible! But your head is so filled with air that you only think of yourself! You don't care!"

How could Damon be so cruel to Stefan? He was the older brother. Instead of acting like a jerk, he should take care of the last person he had in this world. What the hell was wrong with him? Fighting with his brother like that? Elena and I were practically the same age, but I still protected her. She was my sister and I would punch anybody that dared to hurt her.

I did do dumb things to piss her off, but I never in my life put a hand on her. I never hit her or mistreated her. I was a bitch, but usually it was towards other people. To her, I was just sarcastic and annoying. Come on though, which siblings weren't sarcastic and annoying to each other?

By now, I was getting pretty pissed off. I was already annoyed with my stupid dress and now Damon was acting like an irresponsible little brat. My anger only rose when he started laughing. Stupid Damon! I was going to show him something really funny, real soon if he kept that up. I simply glared at him and yelled clearly pissed off.

"What the hell is so freaking funny, you idiot! You know what? Don't freaking answer me! I'm leaving! You can go screw yourself! You irresponsible, pathetic excuse for an older brother!"

As I began to move to leave, I instantly noticed something. Oh no! I was shaking! That could only mean one thing, my eyes were changing. Shaking plus eyes equaled uncontrollable powers! Crap!

I instantly moved away from Stefan and leaned my forehead against the wall. I closed my eyes and tried to think happy thoughts. I knew that if I lost control, electricity would appear around my body and my identity would be exposed.

If someone ever found out about me then my dad would have no other choice than to get rid of them. He had done it in the past, so he would have no problem in doing it again. It was strictly forbidden for anyone to know about who Elena and I truly were. It was the main law my dad had created before we had even been born. Anyone that dared reveal our identity was destroyed. If someone found out about our identity they were destroyed as well.

I was simply too angry that I really couldn't think of anything good. I closed my hands into tight fists and fought the urge to hit something. Suddenly, I distantly heard Stefan say.

"Leslie! Calm down! Stop! You can't get altered like this! You'll only hurt yourself, if you don't relax."

At that, I turned to him and looked directly into his eyes and said.

"You're wrong. You don't know anything."

If he only knew that the ones in danger were him and Damon. Then maybe he wouldn't be saying that and he would be several miles away from me. My eyes were obviously violet because his eyes were wide and he was staring at me in wonder. The look he was giving me was a mixture of wonder, concern, fascination, and worry. I definitely didn't like any of them, so I turned away from him and faced the wall again.

Before I knew it, I felt someone lift me up and rush me somewhere. I blinked and noticed I was in someone's room sitting on the bed. I looked around and I noticed Stefan standing by the edge of the bed staring at me. I looked to left and I saw Damon staring at me intensely as well. As I studied my surroundings closely, I realized that I was in Damon's clean room. I simply closed my eyes and thought of the forest. I thought of how I always felt at peace, whenever I was there.

Those thoughts brought a sense of calm over me and I could feel my emotions of anger, slowly diminishing. When I opened my eyes, I saw that they were both still staring at me. Stefan seemed to relax his stiff posture when he saw me. So, that obviously meant my eyes were back to normal. I smiled at him and said.

"So, who was the brave one?"

He frowned and said.

"What do you mean?"

I just laughed lightly and said.

"Who brought me up here?"

Stefan's stiff posture was back in place again. I simply frowned and said.

"Well?"

He then tilted his head towards Damon's direction. I only smiled and said to Damon.

"Not only can you put up with my smart remarks, but you're brave as well. I'm impressed."

Damon had unknowingly put his life on the line by bringing me up here. If he hadn't taken me out of that room. I would have snapped and shocked the living hell out of both of them. I could have even killed them if I wasn't able to regain control properly.

Usually if I left the place in which my anger had started. I was able to relax and stay in control. Very smart on his part. How did he know he was supposed to do that though? I thought about it and then suddenly 'click'. My dad of course, who else would tell him that type of information? I simply sighed then Damon smirked and said.

"Why do you say I'm brave? I mean, I know I am, but it's not very... Leslie-like, for you to admit it."

I laughed at him and said.

"Leslie-like? Really? Ha, maybe I should start saying that isn't very Damon-like. You're so dumb, Damon."

Stefan then cleared his throat and said.

"Leslie, are you okay? Can I get you anything? Please tell me, what can I do for you?"

Stefan was definitely freaking out. He was worried about my 'disease' and how my symptoms had kicked in. This had never happened around him and he obviously had no idea of what to do. I simply smiled at him and said honestly.

"Actually, I'm great. Thanks for asking though."

Truth was, I was great. After I calmed down and my eyes were my natural color I instantly felt better. Once the anger was gone I went back to being normal and funny. That was the weird part about our powers once we calmed down or caused destruction. We instantly went back to being our normal selves. That happened most of the time, but I had learned that it wasn't always the case sometimes.

Since, the anger had subsided there was no longer any possibility that I could harm them. I could, but why would I? They were my friends and they were simply worried about me because I was 'sick'. Stefan was still with that concerned look and he said.

"Are you sure? I can get you some water or something to eat, if you'd like."

I simply shook my head and moved to get off the bed. Before my legs could even reach the floor. I felt someone instantly grab me and push me back down on the bed. I glared up and was about to yell at Damon when suddenly I realized it was Stefan. I sighed and said.

"Stefan, what are you doing?"

He stared at me still with concern and said.

"You're not well Leslie. You should lie down and rest. You got very altered, so I think you shouldn't do too much for right now."

I raised my eyebrows and said.

"Dang, when did you graduate from med school, Doc? Wait let me guess. Um, 1954, 1935, 1979, 1993?"

He stared at me and said.

"Where are these dates coming from?"

I just shrugged and said with a smile.

"I'm just making them up. Did I come close though?"

Stefan just stared at me for a while, but then finally he smiled and said.

"No, I never graduated from med school. Actually, the farthest I've ever gone is high school."

Before I could respond, Damon was standing directly in front of me smiling. Then he smirked and said sarcastically.

"And he says that like it's a good thing. I've always wanted him to go to college and get a good education."

He sighed dramatically and said.

"He always seems to disappoint me."

I only rolled my eyes and said.

"I wonder where he got it from."

Damon just winked at me and said.

"Who knows? Unlike him, I have gone to college."

I simply laughed and said.

"So, the security guards never caught you trespassing or sneaking out of one of the girl's room?"

He stared at me wide eyed then he laughed and said with a smirk.

"Nope, not once. How did you know what I actually meant?"

I simply shrugged and said.

"I may have not lived for over a hundred and fifty years, but I'm not an idiot. Did you actually think I would believe you went to college to study? What do I look like? Four?"

Damon simply laughed and said.

"No, you're very smart for your age."

"What? Are you saying seventeen year olds are dumb?"

He smiled and said.

"Not at all, I'm just saying that you're a bit more observant and open-minded."

I stared at him and said.

"Ha, okay thanks."

He simply smiled at me and said.

"You're welcome. That's actually one of things I like about you."

I stared at him curiously then I smiled and nodded. After that, I turned to look at Stefan and I said still smiling.

"Seriously Stefan, I'm good. Besides, we have to hurry up and get to the party. I told Elena I would be there. If I don't show, she'll come looking for me and all of us are going to get yelled at. Trust me, you really don't want to see her pissed off."

Stefan tilted his head to the side and said.

"What will happen if she gets mad?"

I just snickered and said.

"We will get the worst speech of punctuality, manners, and all that good stuff. Usually when that happens to me, I just tune her out. All I hear is... blah, blah, blah, don't be rude... blah, blah, blah, Leslie stop ignoring me!"

Damon laughed at that and I just smiled. He then turned to look at me and suddenly his eyes changed. All signs of joking were gone and he was staring at me with. Admiration? Wonder? Why was he looking at me like that? It was creeping me out, so turned from him and looked out the window. Stefan was no fool and he immediately noticed this as well. He simply smiled at me and said.

"Well, if you say you're feeling better then I believe you."

I smirked and said.

"Can I get up now, Doc?"

He nodded his head with a smile on his face and said.

"Yes, if you think you can then go ahead. I'll be here for you, just in case."

Damon sent him a murderous death glare after he said that. What was up with him? Stefan was just being helpful and polite. Ha, maybe Damon was allergic to kindness.

I simply smirked and got up from the bed. As soon as I stood, both of them were each at my side with their hands outstretched. I stared at them and said.

"Um, what are you guys doing? I told you I was fine."

Stefan stared at me and said.

"We know, we were just making sure you didn't fall or pass out."

I stared at them giving them my creeped out look and said.

"Okay... you guys are beginning to freak me out. So, I think I'll be leaving now. "

I just shook my head and walked out of the room. I knew both of them were right behind me because I could easily hear their footsteps. When I reached the stairs, I held on to the railing and walked down slowly. I was just reassuring them that I was being careful and that I was fine.

As soon as I reached the bottom, I went over to the other room and made my way to get more scotch. My short temper had interfered with Stefan's, 'get rid of Damon plan'. So, I decided to go make up for it and get Damon to fall for it. Before I could actually reach the bottle someone instantly snatched it away. I looked behind me and saw Damon raising the bottle up high in the air. I glared at him and said.

"Hey! I wanted some!"

He smirked and said.

"Yeah, and I want to drag you upstairs and lock you in my room. But we can't always get what we want now, can we?"

I had to make him fall for it, so I walked up to him and tried to reach the bottle. He only held it up higher and away from me. I groaned and said.

"Come on Damon, I want some!"

I made another attempt for it, but he just moved and kept waving it in the air. He then smirked and said.

"Again, not gonna happen."

"Fine, I'll just take away from you then."

He smirked and said.

"Go for it."

I glared at him and moved toward him and tried to reach the bottle. He instantly moved it away and held it high in the air. I ran to him and tried to grab it, but failed. I jumped up and tried to reach it again, but he was faster and taller. I just kept going after him trying to reach the bottle. I turned and saw Stefan staring at me curiously. I simply groaned and said.

"Stefan, come on, tell him to give me some."

He looked at me then shook his head and said.

"For once, I agree with Damon. You shouldn't drink after what happened."

"Nothing happened! I just..."

Damon stopped moving and said.

"Of course nothing happened, you simply put on your lovely violet contacts in less than a second."

I smirked and said.

"Yeah, I did, so what?"

He simply smirked and replied.

"You're not going to drink, end of discussion."

I threw my hands in the air and said.

"You guys are such buzz kills. Man, my dad is way cooler than you guys and that says a lot."

Damon just stared at me and said.

"I don't care. You're not going to drink, period."

I huffed in annoyance and turned to walk away. When suddenly, I bumped right into a desk. It hurt, so I instantly muttered, 'crap'.

Then I looked down and I saw me! Wait a minute. What? I looked down again and there on the desk was a picture of me, but it wasn't me! Did that even make sense? No, of course, it didn't. It was a picture of me, but dressed in old fashioned clothing. Something you would wear in the 1800s or so. I stared at it closely and noticed that it said Katherine on the bottom.

This wasn't me, it was Katherine! We looked exactly alike! Katherine, Elena, and I could have been triplets. All of us looked exactly the same. Stefan had told me that I looked exactly like her, but I didn't think that it was this much. I had thought he meant like maybe our hair color and eyes. This... this was downright creepy.

How on earth was this possible? Now, I understood when Damon had said that I was exactly like her. He hadn't been kidding, I did look exactly like her. Everything was the same, the same hair color and style. The same face, the same everything! What the hell was going on? Stefan was by my side and saying.

"Leslie, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

I could feel the urge to hit him and keep punching him in his stupid mouth rise. I glared at him and said as venomously as I could.

"I don't know Stefan, am I? Are you worried about me because you truly care for me? Or are worried because I'm practically Katherine's twin also!"

He stared at me in shock and said.

"Leslie, what are you talking..."

I grabbed the picture and threw it at his face and said.

"That's what I'm talking about, you twit!"

Damon was staring at me in shock. He then moved and went to look at Katherine's picture next to Stefan. Stefan eyes widened and he said.

"Leslie, let me explain..."

"You have have exactly one minute before you see the real me and I kick your ass."

Then I turned to glare at Damon and said.

"Don't you even dare think that you'll be let off the hook. As soon as I'm done with him, you'll be next."

Damon just stared at me and didn't reply. Stefan instantly began explaining everything.

"I'm not going to lie. At first, I did approach you and Elena because you two looked like her. But I got to know both of you and I began to like you for who you were. Neither of you are like Katherine. Both of you are kind and caring, you are nothing like her. Please Leslie, I love Elena. I love her! I love her for who she is, not because she looks like Katherine. She's not a replacement, she has my heart and I love her. I love her more than I ever loved Katherine. Please, you have to believe me."

I was speechless. He was being honest! What the hell was going on? I could always tell when someone was lying. It was part of the training I had received while living with my dad. The only way I could know for sure was if I influenced him, but I had promised Elena I wouldn't do that to him. Therefore, I simply sighed and said.

"I believe you."

"Leslie, I'm not lying. I... Wait? You believe me?"

I smirked and said.

"Yeah, I'm pretty good at knowing when someone is lying. I know you're being honest. Although, I should warn you about something. Elena isn't as open-minded and patient as me. Once she finds out..."

I gave him my signature smirk and said.

"She will more than likely kick your ass and by kick your ass, I mean literally. I'm not the only one that knows how to fight. I'm just better at it because I do it a lot, but she's no fool. She can fight. So, I think you should prepare yourself for that. Also, she may or may not dump you. She loves you to, so I'm not quite sure what she'll do. You know, you're the first guy she has actually fallen in love with. So, that may hold her back from killing you. Anyway, I'm not going to say anything. It's your past, not mine. So, it's your responsibility to tell her. Besides, I want to be there when she kicks your ass. Ha, maybe I'll even record."

He stared at me curiously and said.

"You're not going to tell her?"

I laughed and said.

"Yeah right, and miss seeing her kick your ass. No way in hell. So, when you decide to tell her hit me up."

After that I moved from the desk and went for the bottle of vervotch. Again, Damon grabbed it away from me and said shaking his finger.

"Ah, ah, ah, not happening."

I glared at him and said.

"And you! You are no longer allowed to hug me, you got that?"

He frowned and said innocently.

"Why not?"

I simply narrowed my eyes and said.

"I'm no one's last resort. I'm someone's first priority. I know Stefan loves Elena, but you! You will not use me as a substitute for Katherine! We are friends and that's it! Nothing more and nothing less. If you even try anything stupid. You and I are done. You got that?"

Now that I knew that I looked exactly like her. I finally understood why Damon wouldn't leave me alone. Since Stefan had Elena, Damon had obviously set his eyes on me. No way in hell would I be used as Katherine's replacement. Besides, Damon seemed like the type of guy that liked girls that were hard to get. Which, Elena had said I definitely was. I didn't play hard to get I simply didn't believe in love. Love made you weak. Apparently, my accusations seemed to piss him off because he glared at me and said.

"That's what you think! That I only approached you because you look like Katherine! That I put up with all your crap because you remind me of her! Has it ever occurred to you that I actually like you!"

I stared at him in shock. Did he really mean that? No, I couldn't believe him. Damon was a liar and I wouldn't fall for that. So, I instantly recovered and yelled back.

"I don't know, do you? Do you like me for me or because I look like her? Come on Damon, answer me! Why do you even care about me?"

He was about to say something. When suddenly, he stopped and replied in a low voice.

"You said it yourself. We're friends."

Okay, I would take that. Damon didn't seem like the type of guy that would have a million friends around the world. I was so relieved that he didn't say something stupid like, he had a crush on me or something. That would have totally ruined my stay here.

I really didn't need a hundred and fifty year old vampire falling for me. His age and what he was didn't bother me. I simply wasn't looking for love right now. Besides, what I was, would never allow me to be with someone. They would always be in danger around me. I wasn't selfish and I wouldn't take anyone's freedom or life just so I wouldn't be alone. So, I simply sighed in relief and said.

"Kay, I'll take that."

Then I smirked and said.

"So, can I have some scotch, now?"

He grinned and said.

"Not gonna happen, beautiful."

I only rolled my eyes and turned to look at Stefan. He was staring at Damon and giving him this weird look of disbelief. I simply shrugged it off and said sarcastically.

"You're no fun, Damon. Maybe, I should just go home already. Both of you look good just the way you're dressed. My opinion wasn't really necessary. You both know how to get dressed properly."

Then I smiled and said.

"Well, not counting the wrong buttoned up shirt. Other than that, you did a good job."

Then I looked at Stefan and said.

"Elena will be very impressed when you tell her I didn't pick that out for you. You look nice."

Then I sighed and said smiling.

"I think you enjoy pissing me off, Damon. If you already knew what you were going to wear. Why did you tell me to come help you?"

He smirked and said.

"I enjoy having you around. Do you know how boring it is with just Saint Stefan here?"

I laughed and said.

"So, were back to me being a clown and serving you for amusement? Well next time I'll make you laugh by telling you off over the phone."

He smirked at me and then grabbed the bottle of scotch and poured himself some in a glass. I pretended to be mad and said.

"Hey! How come you can drink and you won't let me even have one sip?"

He smirked and said.

"Because I'm not sick and never will be."

I folded my arms across my chest and huffed in annoyance. Then I glared at Stefan and said sarcastically.

"Boo... You got a staring problem?"

Damon actually laughed at that, while Stefan merely looked at me like I was weird. Then he smiled and said.

"No, not really. I'm just surprised that after everything that's happened you're still yourself."

I laughed lightly and said.

"Naw, duh. Who am I supposed to be? The tooth fairy?"

Stefan only laughed and said.

"Not exactly."

I simply rolled my eyes and said to Damon.

"Hey, if you're not gonna drink that. I'll gladly take it."

Damon just smirked then raised his glass and said.

"To my new friend, Leslie."

"If I actually had a glass I would toast with you, smart one."

Before he put it to his lips he looked at me and said.

"Go get some apple juice. I bought some for you today in the afternoon."

I merely narrowed my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed and then, what I had been waiting for finally came. Or so, I thought. Before the glass touched his lips, he poured the drink right in front of him. Busted! One thing I had learned in theater class was always stay in character no matter what. So, I did just that. I glared at him and nearly yelled.

"Oh, so you would rather let the floor have it than me! Some friend you are!"

Damon ignored me and said to Stefan.

"I admire your effort Stefan. You pour yourself a drink then spike the bottle with vervain. Not only that, but you got my new friend to play along as well."

I glared at him and said.

"Hey, don't be getting me freaking involved. I didn't do anything. I just wanted a drink, but you wouldn't give it to me."

Damon finally looked at me and said.

"Of course, you didn't do anything. Your persistence was what gave you away, you know. You're no drinker, Leslie. I knew that the first time I met you. You could barely even finish the glass of scotch you had ordered."

Fish! Dang, he was smart. He was right, though. I was no drinker. The only reason I got strong things was because I knew that if I did. I would only drink one glass, at the most two, and I would be perfectly fine. I simply drank to calm my nerves if I was nervous or if I had something on my mind. Damon smirked at the look on my face and moved to stand directly in front of me. He grabbed my chin and tilted my head to look at him and said.

"I'm not some dumb sorority chick. You can't roofie me, but I can't help feel a little used. I thought we were having a moment, BFF."

I was locked on his eyes and I had no idea of what to respond. He slowly released me and said with a sigh.

"Now I have to go to the party angry. Who knows what I'll do."

At that, I instantly snapped out of my shock-like state and said.

"Don't do something you might regret, Damon."

He smirked and said.

"I have no regrets of anything I do, love."

I blinked and said while shrugging my shoulders.

"Fine, but when you're filled with vervain and a stake is hovering over your heart. Don't think I'll come help you. You're on your own, for being a moron."

With that I turned away from him and said to Stefan.

"You better not be late to pick up Elena or you'll be in big trouble. Anyway, I'm leaving. Maybe I'll see you at the party."

He frowned and said.

"Maybe? I thought you said Elena wanted you to be there?"

I smirked and said.

"As you know, I hate parties. So, I may just go for like ten minutes and then I'll leave. I'm not really in the party mood anyways. Besides, Elena didn't say I had to be there for the whole time."

He smiled at me and nodded. Then I smiled back and said.

"That's the way I get away with things you know, by looking at little details like that. You might want to keep that advise and use it for future fights."

He only chuckled and said.

"I'll keep that in mind."

I opened my mouth in surprise and said sounding offended.

"By the way, you're welcome..."

"Oh I'm sorry, thank..."

"Nope, don't want to hear it."

He smiled and tried again.

"Thank..."

I covered my ears and walked out of the room saying loudly.

"La, la, la, can't hear you! What? Can't hear you!"

I smirked and walked out of the house still covering my ears. Then I reached my car and got in. I looked back and saw Stefan standing by the window smiling shaking his head. As soon as I was settled inside, I grabbed my phone and texted him.

Im Ckiddin, biggg bbbro. Yhure welckqome. :)

I had always had a weird way of texting. Luckily Stefan was no newbie to phones, so he understood what I meant. He then texted me back and said.

I know you are and thank you.

I looked into the house and saw he was still by the window. So, I waved at him then turned my car on and sped towards the party.