Okay, so basically, I was thinking of stopping this story, because only about 200 people are reading this... But I might just update every couple of weeks or something instead, I don't really know yet. Please review if you want me to keep writing, I really appreciate it :)

And I still don't own Damon Salvatore or any of the other characters, or White Chicks (my all-time favourite movie)

Hope everyone enjoy's this,

Amy

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Damon rolled his eyes open slowly, feeling the strong beams of sunlight striking his head, and although he was wearing his ring and there was no physical harm, he wasn't happy about being woken up in such a horrendous way. What happened to girls in lingerie and offering their bodies and necks to him? He started reminiscing about the last time this had happened – a short, pixie-like brunette with blond streaks in her hair, wearing only a see-through netted thong and fishnet stockings. He remembered nibbling at her exposed chest, and the way she moaned and grabbed his hair with her clenched fists, swinging her body towards him and sitting on his lap, swinging her legs around him and leaving her neck open for his pleasure, before handcuffing him on his own bed. She teased him for a good hour, dangling herself in front of him, just beyond his reach and getting him impossibly hard before letting him feed on her. He was horny just thinking about it. Just as he was about to curl up in bed again, preparing for a wonderful dream full of brunettes, he heard a loud knock on his door, and saw his brother peer around cautiously, unsure of what to expect.

"We're leaving in 15 minutes bro... do you wanna start packing?"

"Don't worry 'bro'" he laughed at Stefan, they might be pretending to be from this time, but seriously? Bro? "I don't need to pack. I'm planning on going naked, so I won't need anything. That doesn't mean I won't be stealing your hair gel though." Damon added, smirking as Stefan raised his eyebrows and did whatever he could to avoid eye contact with Damon. After a few moments of silence, Stefan just walked out, leaving Damon to whatever he was doing. Damon smiled a surprisingly genuine and slightly mischievous smile. 'This is going to be fun!' he thought.

Everybody arrived at the car on time, and the journey was pleasant, if you ignored Damon's constant moaning about the model of car and the interior design. Admittedly, the car was slightly dubious, and looked as if it had been around in the Stone Age, but Elena was content to be going to the Upper East Side with her best friends and loving boyfriend and nothing could take away her good mood. Not even Damon Salvatore. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of him, but fortunately nobody noticed. She checked her hair in the mirror, and started to reapply mascara. Even though she knew she looked gorgeous, nobody could be good enough for the Salvatore brothers. They were perfection. 'A Thousand Miles' started playing on the radio, and Elena, Caroline and Bonnie immediately started singing, completely out of tune, but smiling and laughing throughout.

"Ugh," scoffed Damon, "I feel like I'm on White Chicks, but at least the girls on that didn't sound like five-year-olds being tortured."

Caroline stuck her tongue out at Damon, and merely replied "Bite me, Salvatore." whilst giving him a death-glare.

"You know what Blondie, I might just take you up on that offer..." Damon leered, looking Caroline up and down, whilst shaking off her stare. He lowered his gaze to the neck of her dress, and the ample amounts of cleavage showing, whilst slowly grazing his fingers up and down her arm. Caroline just started breathing more heavily and Damon could hear her heart beating erratically. He grinned, he was used to having this effect on strangers, but he knew Caroline hated him, so it was a surprise that she was so responsive. Stefan and Elena understood the hidden meaning behind Damon's words, and Elena quickly stepped in,

"Don't even think about touching her Damon!" Elena warned, meeting Damon's smirk with a cold stare. But Caroline didn't know what Elena was talking about, and just told Elena cattily, "Jealous that you can't get both of the Salvatore's? It's pretty obvious to anyone with half a brain cell that you like Damon, always fawning over him and smiling when he is about to come over. You talk to him in your 'I'm hitting on you' voice, which you haven't even used on Stefan once. Admit it, you don't give a fuck about me. You just don't want to lose Damon to your best friend. Bitch..." she trailed off, replaying what she had just said in her mind, and realizing that even she thought the words sounded too harsh. But she was Caroline, so there was no way she was taking them back. She didn't apologise to anyone, and what she had said was the truth, even if it wasn't the most appropriate timing.

The rest of the journey was awkward – Stefan was mad at Elena, because he knew there was some truth in Caroline's words. Elena was mad at everyone – Caroline for being such a bitch, Stefan for not believing her and Damon for being so fucking hot. Caroline knew she should just shut up because she had caused enough trouble already and didn't want to mess anything up even more. Damon was the only one who was truly happy, but it was because he was thinking about all of the fit Manhattan girls, and had lost interest in the car situation as soon as he had no chance of getting off with Caroline.

"Guys! We're here!" screamed Bonnie a while later. She and Elena started hugging each other, and attempted to jump up and down, to the best of their abilities considering they were sitting in a car. They opened the door and Elena and Bonnie started to walk out of the car, when they met an unwelcoming face.

"Who the fuck are you?" A thin and pretty questioned, staring condescendingly at them and making them shiver internally. "And what is up with that car? I get that retro is in fashion, but that 'thing' is just vile."

Caroline got out of the car, and strolled up to the girl, "What's it to you?" He replied, matching her glare. "And who do you think you are anyway, blocking our way and insulting us?"

A guy strolled up to them, giving them a smirk which could rival Damon's. "I'm Chuck Bass. And that," he paused for dramatic effect, "that, is Blair Waldorf." Just then, Damon and Stefan got out of the car, both gawping at the stunning brunette standing in front of them.

"Blair. Sound's like a name that goes well with my bed. What do you think hun?" Damon winked, knowing he was charming enough to pull of such a lame line effectively with most girls. But he didn't know that it was Blair Waldorf that he was going up against. It was a very dangerous game to start. For both of them.