A/N: Like in the previous chapter the flashbacks and thoughts back then are in italics and the present and comments are in normal writing. I also wanted to thank everyone who reviewed on the first chapter for their kind words and that I'm really glad you liked it.

„Would you excuse me for a moment? I'll shortly look after her", Jenna said politely.

"No problem", he responded.

I was still lying in my bed, when Jenna scampered up the stairs and downright barged in my room. "There's a guy downstairs"

"Yeah, I got that", I said, taking it quite for granted. Probably the hottest of them all, my mind continued.

"He wants to see you..", Jenna frowned at me. "Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid yesterday", she demanded.

"Like what?", I took a deep breath. "Getting drunk? Well, you're a bit late for that".

Damn, my headache was killing me and a speech wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear right now. I'll never drink again.

But of course. Cough. Cough.

„No, you dummy. I meant stupid like that kind of stupid after which girls end up on MTV's 16 and pregnant", she simplified.

My mouth dropped open. "Ew, Jenna! Why on earth would you think that of me,, huh?"

"I'm just saying. I'm sure some of your schoolmates might have come up like this", Jenna unveiled casually. "Anyway, back to that Damien guy.."

"Damon", I interrupted her quick like a shot and paused. "His name is Damon"

"Well, then Damon. I'd better tell him to come back another time, you still need to rally of.."

"No Jenna, it's fine. I'm doing well. Send him up", I entreated.

"Um, let me think..", Jenna paused to contemplate. "Okay.. Probably, your hangover is a condign punishment right now, but you won't get out of your trouble like that. We'll resolve this later".

After that she went down and with a simple "Come inside. She's upstairs" she invited him in.

I felt a bit unwell and knowing that he'd show up in my room in a few seconds didn't make it any better.

Someone knocked on my door. "Yeah?"

"May I come in?", Damon asked carefully.

Who knew Damon Salvatore could be sensitive? If he had only always used these kind of qualities. Would have saved us a lot at times.

He entered the room with a sardonic grin. "How are you doing, boozehound?"

"Shut up. I feel ashamed of myself enough. You don't have to rub it in", I looked at him regretfully.

He regarded her room with curiosity. "Tcha, that's what comes of it"

"So, you're just here to patter or?", I slanged him and pained screwed my face while sitting up.

Hangovers are not cool, guys. Totally not cool.

"What did you think?", he asked specifically.

Good question. What exactly did I think? Beside what I had heard him telling Jenna, I had no idea why he'd even make an effort to check on me. Yes, we used to go to the same preschool, yet barely talked to each other because we went in different groups. The day I met him was when he and his best friend visited our group and joined our replica of "Snow White".

Guess who was picked as Snow White and her Prince Charming?

Um yeah, I guess that's enough information on that, so I'll just leave it at that. And let's just say, since then he has occurred to me.

And as chance would have it, we were divided in the same class in primary school. We rarely had anything to do with each other except maybe the daily bus ride but still, as we grew older and older my attraction towards him rose and he had been subconsciously floating around in my head.

"I don't know. Maybe checking on me like you earlier told Jenna?", I answered honestly.

"Eavesdropper on top of that", he shook his head and gave me a reproving look.

I glared at him. "What are you up to, Damon?"

"Nothing. Just checking on a good friend of mine", he imitated me.

"Damon, we aren't good friends. So what is it you really want?", I insisted.

He smiled and regarded my photos on my wall. "As I said before Elena. Just looking after you".

By the way, you have to know it was one of his "I'm up to no good and you're involved in it" smiles.

"Err, thanks". I sceptical pinched my eyes together and tried to infer something from it.

"Tomorrow's sunday. Anything planned already?"

"Not that I know of. Why?"

"Great. Now you do. 7 o'clock should fit the bill", he declared joyful.

Now he had made me curious. "And what shall that be?"

"You'll find out soon enough"

"Why so mysterious, Mister Salvatore?", I grinned.

"Why so curious, Miss Gilbert?", he teased mischievously back.

He walked towards my bed and sat down next to me. "How is your hangover doing?, he asked with a more serious voice now.

I shrugged. "In for a penny, in for a pound I guess"

"It happens to everyone once", he winked at me.

"Has it already happened to you?"

Damon let out a brief laugh. "You haven't the faintest idea."

He told me the story another time. All I'm going to reveal is that it happened at the first time he went out and ended as a fairly embarrassing evening with a completely sloshed Damon and a not so pleasing surprise. But hush.

"What happened?"

He lifted his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"What changed your mind? Why are you suddenly interested in me? You have to admit it's quite out of the blue", I explained.

"Why ever not?"

"Fine, keep it to yourself. Sometime I'll get to the bottom of it", I put him on his guard. "Ow"

His eyes were filled with concern. "What's wrong?"

"Never mind. It's just my head", I downplayed it with a smile.

Damon still stayed for quite a while and they talked about every possible trash, about her allegedly dating Matt or him being the greatest player walking around the school halls of Mystic Falls High.

Which, by the way, turned out to be true.

He was shortly about to leave and they had already said goodbye.

"Damon! I still don't know what we're going to-"

"Let it take you by surprise!", he warbled while moving downstairs. Next, a door slammed shut.

Right there the ball started rolling. To make matter worse, it was more like a snowball that was rolling down a huge mountain and increasing step by step.

The upcoming day he showed up. About 15 minutes late.

"Hey there", he said content and approached. I was leaning against the doorframe. I had spent the last few minutes agonizing over what might have happened. Whether he would show up at all or had just made fun out of me. In plain English, it had been pure hell for my already overwrought nerves that ultimately realized I had an acutal date with Damon fucking Salvatore and for the fluttering in my belly.

"You're late", I pointed out.

"Oh come on pouty, I wasn't that late", he said smirking.

I bit my lower lip. "Well, still you let me wait. A real gentleman does not make a lady wait. Luckily, I'm in a good mood, so I forgive you." I replied sassily.

"Oh wait, you forgive me? Wow, now I'm truly relieved, you know. I thought you'd throw me under a bus, let me rot in hell, kill me with your darkest look" He grinned. "Something poetic."

I gave him an annoyed look. "Damon?"

"Yes, Elena?", he said, awakened by attention.

"Just shut up, okay?"

He smiled. "Okay, let's go."

"Although I might have considered your suggestions at some point."

I grabbed my jacket and told Jenna we were leaving.

As we walked through the front door, we heard her yelling after us. "Have a nice evening! And don't forget, behave yourselves!"

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Next chapter I'll do a time jump in the past, so you'll see how their relationship evolved back then. Maybe you'll also find out more about their current relationship in the present. Maybe..