Elena's POV

"Damon, where are you taking me?" I asked as he walked towards his house. I actually quite liked his company. Damon was so easy to be around. It wasn't like when I was with Stefan and his broody-ness…

Wait, what was I talking about? Stefan was fun. It was just that Damon was...more so. I laughed, a quick harsh sound. But really, I missed feeling this carefree.

"We, my friend are going drinking." Damon smirked, slinging his shoulder over mine and started whistling this insanely annoying, yet catchy melody.

"Damon…" I looked up.

"Yes?" Damon looked down, with an amused look in his eye.

"Is that…Justin Bieber you're singing?" I burst out laughing. Trust Damon to whistle only the…finest of contemporary song.

"The one and only." Damon laughed, it was a beautiful sound. Like water flowing over rock. Elemental. "He's not that bad you know. I mean, its hard singing that high. Trust me. I've tried."

Then, he started singing in a high falsetto, bouncing along the pavement with a pip in his step.

"Love me, love me. Say that you'll love me-e-e-e. Fool me, fool me ohhh how you doo me-e-eee."

It was all I could do to burst out laughing. Trust him to sing such a ridiculous song. It was absolutely hilarious listening to him. He even gloated about himself when he sang, given his choice of song.

"Damon.." I laughed, leaning into him, with his arm still slung around my shoulder. "People are staring." I grinned.

"And I care because..?" He grinned and in turn to those who looked at him like he was a complete nutter, he waved back. "And good afternoon to you too." He would say, before bursting into song all over again.

"Damonnnn..You're so loud." My cheeks slightly blushing at what people must be thinking, what with him singing so loudly and all.

"What? Embarrassed are we? Never fret, my darling. My handsome looks and devilish charm means mean that you'll never have to be embarrassed around me." He said, in a deep voice, sticking out his chest.

I smiled at him again. He really was a laugh to be around. How come I never noticed when I was with Stefan?

"Soo, which bar are we going to? Do you think we could go somewhere else? Like, not in Mystic Falls? Everyone here pretty much knows who I am and I don't want Jenna coming home to people grassing me up and telling her that I've been drinking with a belieber."

Damon stopped right in his tracks. "What the HELL is a belieber? I refused to be alluded to a chipmunk with a huge boil."

This must have been the second time in ten minutes that I thought my stomach was going to burst with laughter.

"A belieber," I managed to gasp in between my laughter, "is a fan of Justin Bieber."

"Hey!" Damon raised his hands, in mock shock, "I've never been so insulted in my life! Have I really sunk so low to be called…a…I shan't even repeat the word. Just because I sing his songs, doesn't mean I'm a fan." Damon shook his head wagging a finger at me. Then he took his arm off my shoulder and hooked it around my arm. "As for the other problem, don't worry. I know just the place." He winked at me as we swing round the corner to the Salvatore boarding house.

I started to feel a little nervous. The boarding house. I shouldn't be here. There were too many memories that threatened to emerge. Things that I didn't want to remember were already surfacing.

"Damon.." I managed to get out. "I shouldn't be..I cant. Here, its too.."

"Hey, Elena. Relax." He said, wrapping his arms around my waist and giving me a sort of half hug. "I'm just getting my car and we can head out. I know the perfect place just right outside of Atlanta.."

Damon's POV

I loved Elena in so many ways, but right now, my favourite was the fact that she was an amazing travel partner. She didn't turn up the radio to an ear busting loud volume, she didn't talk too much and she never asked, "Are we there yet?"

"How are you doin'?" I asked, a little concerned that she might be getting bored. I didn't want her bored. After all, I was just about to see how fun a drunk she was going to be. That was me, Damon Salvatore, only concerned when it suits me best. I really honestly didn't know what I felt when I was with Elena, how could I feel so much love or concern for her? I was unfeeling, killing for the hell of it about half a year back and now… How did things like this happen?

"Damon, are you ok?" Elena reached over, shaking me a little.

"Oh yeah, m' fine." I shook the thoughts out my head.

As we drove closer and closer to our destination, I couldn't help but feel a little smug. Me, going soft? I didn't think so. We were driving to a bar weren't we? I was planning on getting drunk. The best thing about being a vampire was that I still had the same awesome, lilting feeling you get from consuming so much alcohol, but I could instantly snap out of it if I wanted to. We were going to have an awesome time.

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