Hey everyone. I know it has been a while but I was looking for inspiration..and I think it has found me! PLUS when I finally wrote the chapter my house lost power for 5 days. Crazy I know. SO here is the next chapter. I was going to write more into the plot but a specific moment flashed into my mind…and I had to get it out to you.

Enjoy! And this is one of the chapters that I actually really love so please review and let me know what you think!

EPOV

With junior prom just around the corner I couldn't help but notice that no one, not even my boyfriend had asked my yet. I mean even Jenna was going in her own twisted way.

She volunteered to be a chaperone which allowed her to dress up and be ogled by Matt while keeping it innocent and most importantly LEGAL. She attempted to explain the whole dynamic to me a few days ago but to be honest I REALLY wasn't into the conversation. Actually I was pretty close to pulling my eyes out.

Anyway, back on track. I am hot, and I have a hot dress, and I have a hot boyfriend with an even hotter brother so why is it that I have not date? Holy mother of fucking shit…did I really just think that. UHHH I need a drink…shit did I just think that too.

I chew on my lower lip and contemplate my current date situation and the fact that I am starting to sound eerily like Damon. I roll my eyes as an image of how he would react played into my head.

As I walk around the Salvatore kitchen in just a long t-shirt I realize that this place, it has begun feeling a whole lot more like home than my place did. I grabbed my two tea cups and start making my way mindlessly to Damon's room when I look up and see Stefan, standing there.

So yeh it's suppose to be all cute and romantic how he watches me and the love in his eyes is suppose to make my heart skip a beat and my knees go weak. But all it really does is creep me out just a smidge.

"Hey." I say trying not to feel guilty even though for reasons unbeknownst to me I always feel guilty around him now.

"Hi. Who's the tea for?"

"Huh?" I look down and suddenly remember the cups in my hands. "OH that yeh it's for Damon, kind of an inside joke thing." I lose the strength in my voice by the end of that sentence because let's face it; I'm bringing my boyfriend's brother tea, even though everyone thinks he's a bad ass. OH and I just so happen to be in a long t-shirt not wearing pants.

"Okay…" He kind of looks scary from this angle, all possessive and primal.

"Yeh I should go give it to him before it gets cold."

"Yeh sure." I start to turn away when he mumbles something that I just barely am able to catch. "We're not okay are we?"

He sound so heartbroken that it makes me want to break in two, but his words ring a silent bell of truth and I can't lie to him.

I set the cups on the counter and walk over to him. I pull his face into my shaking hands and say "No, I don't think we are, I don't know why, but I think that's the honest truth." I pull him into a hug filled with love and care and comfort. But as I pull away a light bulb shines and I realize what has always been missing.

PASSION.

I push the thoughts of this out of my mind saving them for later. I grab the mugs again and make my way over to Damon's room.

I tap on the door with my knuckles because my hands are full, even though I know that he knows that I am here. As the door opens I look up to meet his piercing baby blues. I push all sad and unwanted thoughts of Stefan out of my mind and bring the two mugs up higher with a silly smirk on my face.

He pushes the door open and grabs one of the cups then plops onto his bed and pushes the remote toward me.

I can't help but think this is the way that it's supposed to be, easy. No conversation necessary, read each other's minds, no fighting. I knew he wanted me to sit with him because that's what he told me. He just didn't use words.

DPOV
She laid down beside me and sipped on her tea. I can tell that something is wrong but I know her well enough to know that she'll mention it when she is ready. I pick up my copy of Gone with the Wind and flip to a random page. I have read this book so many times that the pages are worn down thin and there are ink impressions in the margins.

It is a first edition that I snagged hot off of the presses back in 1936. The book smells faintly of dust and alcohol. There are drops of candle wax on random pages. This is something she notices as she looks over at me.

"Why is there wax on the page?" She lifts her hand instinctively and traces the drop on the page. "I mean…didn't you have light back then?"

I smirk shyly at how observantly blunt she is. "Yeh we had light." At this she raises an eyebrow and waits patiently.

"This book, it's written about 1864. I can't really explain it well but, on nights when I wasn't out seducing the women of the 40s I would sit in my room, turn out all the lights, and spark a match. The warm light from the candle and the words on the page…Combined they brought me back, to my humanity I guess. They made me feel like I wasn't a vampire scorched by love out to haunt my little brother." I grew silent and distant.

"What did you feel like then?" I could hear how cautious she was in the tremble of her voice.

"I was a human who loved his brother. Who had a horrible relationship with his father because he cared so much that he took the blame for all of the mistakes. I would write poetry for the women I courted, and mask it all by being the ladies man and the one to keep the local bar running. I was the guy who would ride his favorite horse out to the lake for a swim at midnight just so that I could look at the stars. But during the day, I would hide that all away to keep my family thinking I was a screw up with half a brain and no future."

All of a sudden I felt a tear on my cheek followed by a feather of a kiss.

She pulled away and got up. I look at her in confusion and she only smiles in reply. She walks over to one of the candles, lights it and then walk to the lights. After putting those out I feel her climb back in to bed.

"Then let's get away together, read to me?"

I have to clear my throat in order to regain composure. NO one has ever done something like that for me. No one has wanted to get away with me. Run away from? Yes… Run away with? Yes. But with the wind blowing outside of my window and the candle light eliminating her every beautiful feature….No one has ever wanted to get away from the world with me. And this simple and tiny gesture…it warmed my stone cold heart.

"'Do you mean to tell me,' cried Scarlett in amused amazement, 'that you haven't asked Pa for Suellen? And you've been courting her for years!'…

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