She turned her back to draw her curtains, but almost screamed at the sight. Damon was lying on her window seat and he was wagging his tail. He had seen everything. Everything that she worked so hard to keep hidden from him. Everything she told him no to a thousand times. He had seen it all. "Damon!" she screeched.

He simply smirked that puppy smirk of his and leaped to the bed. She rolled her eyes at him and jumped in bed with him. He laid one side, facing her, and she laid on the other side, facing him.

"Goodnight, Damon."

Elena woke from her peaceful sleep, suddenly feeling colder than she was when she went to sleep. She remembered Damon laying on her arm as she fell asleep. She rolled over on her side and almost squealed. Damon wasn't a dog anymore. He was a full blown, grown man now and he was in a deep, calm sleep. She looked at him, really looking at him for the first time in about three years. His mussed onyx colored hair shone in the vivid morning sun and his pale skin almost looked a bit orange with the sun hitting it. His thick lips were the slightest of open and he had a shallow, small crease in his brow.

"Stop that." he whispered with his eyes still close.

"Stop what?" Elena whispered back.

"Scaring. I feel like you're planning to kill me in my sleep." he whispered.

She couldn't catch the giggle that slipped past her lips as he opened his eyes wide.

He suddenly he jumped on her using vampire speed and landing with his legs between hers and one arm beside her head to hold himself up. "Are you really laughing at me?"

She abruptly stopped laughing and her eyes went wide and scared. "Damon... Are you..." she stopped, not wanting her worst nightmare to come true.

He understood what she was trying to say and looked under the covers. She turned her head, not wanting to see anything. He brought his face back to her and smirked. "Oops."

"Damon, please tell me you took your clothes off j-just now." she begged as he remained on top of her without any motive to roll off.

He smirked again. "Sorry, kitten-"

"Well, get off me! Go shower!" Elena yelled as she pushed him off her. He rolled of the bed, hitting the floor with a loud thump, taking the sheets with him. He smirked at her before he dropped the sheets and throw them back on the bed and took off in the bathroom for a shower.

"I'll go get some clothes for you!" Elena shouted as she pulled on her jeans and a t-shirt.

"From where?" he asked through the door.

"The Boarding House!"

"Ok!" he shouted. "Be careful!"

"I will." She whispered to herself as she exited the room.

She pulled into the driveway of the Boarding House and quietly went to the door. She pulled open the heavy oak door and walked right to Damon's room, not even bothering to look in Stefan's room.

"Elena?" he called as she walked past. She stopped, backing back a few steps.

"What?" she hissed, still in the doorway.

"Please let m-"

Elena marched away without saying anything and into Damon's room. She dug around his closet to find a huge duffle bag. She sighed as she started throwing everything he might need into the bag.

"Damon!" Elena called as she walked into her house. He wasn't in the living room or kitchen, so she continued upstairs to her room. "Damon?" she called. Elena dropped the duffle bag next to her door as she went to walk to her bed, she suddenly felt hands wrapped around her waist and she was pulled to someone's bare chest, shivering at the cold, slightly wet skin.

"Hi." A velvety voice whispered in her ear, his lips just brushing her cartilage. She was momentarily stunned. The part of her ear where his lips ghosted still tingled and she closed her eyes, saving the moment in her mind. She tried to remember the scent, but her racing heart beat was caught in her throat and it was overpowering everything.

"Damon!" she growled. "Let me go!"

"I don't want too." He said and leaned his head on her shoulder. "You don't want me too either, huh?" She swore under her breath. "You have a very loud heart, my dear."

She wiggled until he finally released his arms and let her free. He winked at her as she eyed the skimpy towel around his waist and fell on her bed and he picked his bag up and walked into the bathroom.

"Elena?" Damon called when he emerged from the bathroom. If he left with her on the bed, shouldn't she still be on the bed? "Elena?"

He walked downstairs and into the kitchen. He found her on a chair reaching for a box of pancakes at the top of the cabinet, which he found scary. What if she slipped? She'd be in so much pain, he just wouldn't been able to handle himself. Just as he started towards her, she grabbed the box of mix and slipped, almost landing on the floor, but Damon caught her in the nick of time. The open box slipped on both of them and the white powder coated their faces, arms, and chests.

"Elena!" Damon complained as he eyed his ruined clothes. He had just got out the shower!

Elena was stunned again. Damon's pink lips were covered in the powder and his whole face was still wet, so the pancake mix was caked on. He'd have a very hard time getting it off. His bright blue eyes stood out against the colorless dust and his black hair still shone through the powder and made him look like a ghost. Elena just had to giggle at the sight.

"What?" Damon asked with a slight smile.

"You look like a ghost." she managed to get out between giggles.

"Well, as long as a ghost can shower with humans, I'll be ok."

"What;s going on here?" a confused third voice asked.

Elena swore under her breathe when she recognized the voice. "Stefan... it's not what it looks like..."

"Well, tell me what it really is!" he shouted from the kitchen doorway.

Elena rolled off Damon and sat on the wobbly chair behind them. "What does it matter? You cheated on me with my best friend!"

Stefan rolled his eyes. "The flowers were for you and Caroline just happened to be there!"

"I'm allergic to lilies and there're Caroline's favorite flowers!" Elena growled at him.

Damon stood up, grabbing her hand and tugged her to the stairs before another word could've been said. He wasn't good at playing the psychologist, peacemaker, or even the good guy, but he knew Elena needed a friend right now. Bonnie was on a trip or some kind of witch things and Caroline wasn't exactly in her circle right now, and he was pretty much the only one left. The couple walked into her bathroom and he grabbed a rag and held it under the water.

"Tell me what's wrong..." he whispered to her as he started wiping her face.

The End

Wow, I really can't believe that this is the end of my story! I had infinite fun while writing this and thank you so much for all the reviews, alerts, and favorites! I've even made a few friends on from this story and I love you all. I'm going to be posting many more one-shots and even short stories during the summer, so look out for them!