Can't take my eyes off of you

"Why does it say Damon loves Katherine?" I breathed. "Ex-girlfriend?" I smiled in confusion, trying to not be jealous.

"No, um," Damon laughed nervously. "That's actually my uncle and his old girlfriend." Damon started walking and I thought I heard thunder but I brushed it off.

"Your uncles name is Damon?" I looked at him strangely.

"Yup, they named me after him." Damon nodded, but he looked stiff.

"That's really cute how they wrote their names here. Did they get married?" I smiled.

"No, actually they didn't." Damon smiled, but he looked more pensive than anything.

"Oh," I paused as I stood up to see his face a bit more clearly. For some reason I continued on the subject, "why not?"

"Well, they had many issues that no amount of time or effort or any other sort of usual remedy could fix. My uncle's been dead for a while, he never got married, and she still lives. She got married." He smiled and looked to the floor. "And had a wonderful kid."

Why do I have the feeling he's not being completely honest…?

"What did you call me this morning?" I quickly spit out. My heart racing in nervousness for a strange accusation, and a bit of confusion.

"I'm sorry?" He grunted and pretended to not hear me. I knew he had though.

"You called me Kat." I whispered, when suddenly rain started to pour heavily on us.

"What the-" I laughed as I took a couple of steps until I was very close to him.

"Sorry!" I heard him yell and laugh over the loud rain. "There's so many trees that they cover most of the sky – so you can't see when the clouds get darker or not."

I laughed as he put an arm around me and hugged me closely.

"We're getting soaked!" I laughed as he looked me in the eyes.

As if he had not registered it until now, he then widened his eyes and acknowledged that we should go inside.

"Oh my god, it rains out of nowhere over here." I yelled as we started running over the mushy grass and went around the maze of trees to the front door.

When we finally made it inside, I couldn't help but be thankful for the humidity to warm us up.

"You know as awesome as this house is, I don't have any towels here." Damon smirked, as he took off his shirt.

I bit my lip and turned around as he took painfully long to take his shirt off and I was sure my face was tomato red at seeing his exceptional body in the flesh.

"Oh, that sucks. I'm soaked." I turned and took off my puddle filled tennis shoes and took off my socks.

I was wearing a skin tight shirt and mini shorts – and the rain only made my close three million times tighter. We were both basically naked, and this was could make for an extremely awkward situation. I put my arms over my boobs so that my hardened nipples wouldn't show and I fake smiled as I looked back at him.

"Wanna dance with me?" He smirked.

Wow, he is the most random human being in the planet.

"What?" Come again?

"You heard me, come on. It'll be fun." Damon grabbed my hand and started pulling me up the stairs, where we had gone earlier.

We went down the same hallway and down the stairs to the familiar fountain but instead of turning towards the left to the ocean, he led me to the left to two giant brown and dusty doors.

"Ms. Gilbert, I present to you," Damon paused as he fumbled with the obviously ancient door handle. "One of the most popular and happening dancing rooms in Miami during the 1900's."

I walked into an extremely large room – the size of a small house at least – that seemed to come to life as Damon and I walked into it.

It wasn't as humid as the rest of the house, probably because it was closed off, and it wasn't too dark because there were windows everywhere. I did a full turn before I looked at a smiling Damon observing me.

"It's huge." I smiled and looked up at the gold ceilings.

"I would turn on the lights – but all the bulbs are out of power, and I've never changed them." Damon smirked. "So how about that dance?" He asked as he held out his hand.

"But Damon," I shook my head and turned away from him. "There's no music! How are we supposed to dance without music?" I smiled.

I wanted to dance, and it's not that I minded, but I was a bit embarrassed to be wet and close to him. We had only met today. I could not do anything inappropriate with him when we just met today! And his being shirtless and my being in wet and skin tight clothes seemed rather inappropriate.

"That is why you're wrong, Elena." Damon smirked, and quickly walked over to the left corner of the room.

I glanced over at him to see what he was doing. I saw him bend over and play with- is that a record player?

"Here we go," Damon muttered to himself as he plugged it into the wall and messed with the – whatever the mover things that touches the giant disc or "record" and makes it play. As the disc began, Damon walked his way over to me.

"Oh, this is an old song." I giggled when I heard the beginning of Can't Take My Eyes Off of You by Dean Martin, and he took advantage of my playful mood to hook his arm around my waist quickly and pull me close to him.

"This isn't that old. I prefer the term classic." Damon grinned as he held me so close our nose touched. I immediately leaned back but his tight grip around my waist left me no opportunity but to melt in his arms – which I did, oh so willingly.

Then, just as I thought he was going to pull me in for a kiss he took my hand, pushed me, and twirled me – oh so gracefully and swiftly then when he quickly pulled me back in I giggled in shock and exhilaration at his dancing expertise.

"You're good at this." I laughed as he held me again and swayed side to side for a hot second.

I laughed because the words, You're just to good to be true, had just come on.

"I've got moves you've never seen." He whispered in my ear and pushed me out again rolled me back in until I was hugging myself against his chest. He then loosened his tight grip on me a little as his tight chest pressed against my wet back and he held our hands low as we danced side to side. I almost made the mistake of leaning into him as the words you feel like heaven to touch were sang, but he chose to release me from the hold and brought me back to facing him and we simply danced like that until the next song came on, and the next, and the next…

"Thank you for today, Damon." I smiled as we reached his house, the beautiful brown one right next to mine. "Of all the ways I'd imagined my first day of school going, none of them would even come close to this." I laughed.

"And you thought I wanted to kidnap you…" Damon narrowed his eyes and pretended to look offended and I hit his shoulder playfully, as if I had known him forever.

"Well you technically did since it's now like 9 or 10 at night and we left in the early afternoon…" I grinned and he rolled his eyes. " Besides, you can't blame a girl. You have to admit you were kind of sketchy, appearing out of nowhere and then just, you know, ask me if I wanted to see a surprise." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, wasn't it an awesome surprise?" Damon smiled triumphantly.

"It was amazing, yes." I conceded. "My favorite part was when you finally showed me all the rooms just now." For some reason, I felt the need to share…

"Well, my favorite part was the dancing." Damon smirked and took a step closer as he stared at me as if he knew what I looked like naked.

Did he have to remind me of that torture session? I was slowly drying, therefore filled with goose bumps and ready to shiver, but I wasn't allowed to because any wrong movement could have set Damon off, or make him get the wrong impression, or the right one. It was awful! Being in his oh so muscular arms and having to slow dance with him and pretend that his beautiful naked chest and six pack weren't there for me to gawk at…

"Well it was unexpected. Mr. Romantic." I took a step closer to him as well as smiled triumphantly.

"Hey, cut it out with that crap. I have no idea what you're talking about." Damon lifted his chin as if a dominant and confident man and put his hand through his hair.

As Damon and I finished dancing, I had told him that I never realized what a soft-hearted romantic guy he really was, and to say he had a fit would be the understatement of the century. He went on a rampage as if I had just insulted his dead mother.

All I could do was laugh, because I knew that he really was just thoughtful. The way he kept a house that was old just because it had family value, and the way he wanted to show me the house, and how he wanted to dance with me- I mean come on. What type of guy that looks like Damon Salvatore, does that?

"Don't worry, I'll keep your secret Mr. Teddy Bear." I puckered my lips and pinched his cheek as I spoke in a baby voice.

"Well, that'll teach me to never do anything nice for you again." Damon pretended to be offended and rolled his eyes as he turned around and actually started walking away.

"Damon, wait." I grabbed his arm.

He turned around.

"Just can't get enough of me, huh?" He smirked.

"Thanks for everything." I ignored his last comment. "Goodnight, Damon." I leaned in to kiss his cheek.

As I leaned in, I saw him tense up and hold his breath. I almost giggled at the thought that I made him nervous. I took a painfully long time to finally kiss his cheek and let my lips linger for a bit and then I quickly backed away and turned around to walk home.

"Goodnight, Elena." I heard him whisper.

I walked to my house with a huge grin on my face as I saw a large man standing behind my gate. I started pressing the code to get into my house when I asked, "who are you?" I was unalarmed though, this guy looked like a military man – surely he was some sort of-

"New Security guard. Pleasure to meet you Ms. Gilbert." He nodded at me and I sighed as I walked into my house.

Some things never change…. And by some things I mean my father.

My father was a nazi when it came to our "house security". He was sure that one day people were going to come attack us or something – the most paranoid overprotective person ever. God, if I ever brought Damon home he'd probably have a heart attack…

You are never bringing Damon home! He is not your boyfriend! I yelled at myself.

I walked up the stairs as I thought of the beauty that was Damon and daydreamed. It seemed as if I was floating to my room, rather than actually walking, which was why I did not hear my mother calling me until she came up behind me.

"Elena!" She put her arm on my shoulder.

"Oh, mom! Hey, what's up?" I laughed.

"Where have you been?" she asked calmly, probably unaware of my absence but asking why I had just come from outside.

"I went running." I lied, for some reason. There was no reason to lie, but I didn't feel like telling my mother I was with a boy who was half naked for the past 4 hours…

"But you're wet." She looked at me suspiciously.

"It rained." I yawned and started dragging my feet to my room.

"That was hours ago." She said loudly.

"Well, I guess I had quite the workout then."

"Elena, wait." She said as I reached my door. "I want you to have this and wear it at all times." She smiled as she took off her beautifully simple gold necklace that had a small flower in the middle. I had been obsessed with it as a child and had constantly asked for it as a child – to no avail. She was in love with the necklace, and my mouth hung open as she handed it over to me.

"Oh my god, mom." I grinned in glee. "Thank you so much."

"It's for goodluck." She smiled sweetly, but her eyes seemed like she wasn't giving over the entire truth. But I was frankly too exhausted to question anything so I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight, Elena."

"Goodnight, Mom." Was the last thing I said before I closed the door and went to my closet.

I looked at the alarm that was sitting on the side of my bed and saw that it was only 10 pm, but I was exhausted.

My goals for that night were to 1) slip into bed. 2) say my prayers. 3) dream about damon

And that's it. There's no third goal.

As I got under the covers, I ignored my two goals and went straight to the nonexistent third goal.

I wonder if he likes me as much as I like him….

I was very excited as my driver dropped me off to school the next morning. More excited to see Damon, of course, than I would have liked but I tried to ignore the thought as I got down and walked to my locker.

I saw Caroline and I smiled at her, but she didn't smile back. That scared me. Had I done something wrong? Instead Caroline glanced at me and walked straight to some random girl who had pixie hair and looked much older than us and who stared at me with evil light green eyes.

I tried to brush it off as I got the books out of my locker and walked to my first class of the day – English.

I got there early, and though there were a couple of other kids there, my teacher smiled at me. I sat in the third row, not wanting to attract any of her attention or make her think I was an overachiever, and opened my book to see what AP English Literature was going to entail this year. Even though I opened my book, I didn't really notice any of the pages I flipped because I was too busy looking up at my fellow classmates that were rushing into class now as they only had a minute left before they were late. One face in particular stood out to me…

"Damon?" I whispered, in a confused tone as he sat next to me.

"Elena." He smiled smugly.

"You weren't in this class yesterday?" I whispered.

"I just skipped all classes yesterday, it was pointless coming." Damon leaned over and whispered in my ear.

His confident and sweet voice and his lips being so close to mine gave me goose bumps and I almost shivered – but instead I just shook my head and bit my lip to repress a laugh.

"You're so bad." I shook my head.

"Why, thank you." He grinned.

It was the second day of school; therefore all of the classes were going to be regular time – which meant unbearably long classes of one hour and 45 minutes. All. Day.

As my teacher fell into her classic routine of explaining to us what was going to be covered in our class this year, I couldn't help but notice that Damon's desk was shifted much closer to mine than everyone else's in the rows in front of us.

This was absolutely awful! Damon's mere presence sent my heart into a frenzy and I was terrified that he would notice how awful I felt around him. He sat there looking very focused at the teacher when he suddenly went to his backpack, took out a notebook, and ripped a paper out. I tried not to watch his every movement, but couldn't help it as I realized how hot he was.

I looked at his face for a second and saw the lips that had so many times almost kissed me yesterday, and I slapped myself mentally for ever prohibiting myself from kissing him.

I put my arm on the desk as I shifted uncomfortably, trying to get thoughts of Damon out of my head, when Damon put his left arm right next to my right arm and had every inch of our arms touching.

I looked up at him and he glanced down at his hand that had a paper in it.

Duh, Elena. He's just trying to give you a note.

His fingers pushed the note to me and I subtlety unraveled it as the teacher continued to drone on.

R U AS BORED AS I AM RIGHT NOW?

I almost laughed out loud at the message but bit my lip harshly to prevent myself. I reached for the pen that was on Damon's desk and grabbed it to reply.

OMFG… I SWEAR I THINK I MIGHT DIE RIGHT NOW IF SHE SAYS 1 MORE WORD ABOUT THE 110 ESSAYS WE HAVE TO DO BY THE END OF THE YEAR.

I wrapped the note again and passed it to Damon and couldn't help but feel the electric shock that passed through my as our pinkies brushed each other when he grabbed the note. He quickly replied, and again I felt the shock as he passed me the note. My heart started beating even faster as the fear of being caught and the proximity to Damon started to excite me.

NO WORRIES – DR. DAMON IS HERE TO RESCUE YOU.

I rolled my eyes as I read the message.

AND HOW EXACTLY DO YOU PLAN TO DO THAT? :P

I replied.

YOU'LL SEEE ;)

As soon as the bell rang, Damon and I were laughing hysterically. It was unfair having to hide all the laughs we had when we – more Damon than anything - made hilarious comments. I actually felt pain, when during the entire hour and 45 minutes I couldn't laugh.

Damon was right. He would rescue me from the boredom. The entire class his notes captivated me, and his closeness to me consumed all my attention. I loved it.

"What am I going to do without you next class?" I frowned as he waited for me to collect my books.

"What class do you have next?" He asked.

"History of the America's." I sighed as I picked up my bag and my books and headed out the classroom with im.

"Well my friend. You are in luck, because I just so happen to have the same class." Damon smirked, and I couldn't help but smile back. It was the smallest emotion I could emit from the extreme elatedness I felt. I almost whispered Thank God but I kept that to myself.

"That is the best news I've heard all day." I exaggerated as we walked side by side to class.

As we got to History, Damon took a seat right next to me in the fourth row and we continued mindless banter until the random evil green-eyed girl took a seat next to him.

"Damon." She purred and looked at me with a grin that looked more fake than Barbie.

"Rose." He said nervously, and sat up.

"Aren't you going to introduce us, Damon?" She narrowed her eyes at him, but he froze as he looked at her like he had no idea what she was talking about. "Oh, you're so childish." She rolled her eyes.

"Hello Elena, my name is Rose." She smiled, her fakeness just as present as a few seconds ago. Who is she? "Damon's girlfriend." She basically growled.

Damon's girlfriend…? What the motherfuc-

"Hello, class. Nice to see you all again." The stupid teacher interrupted my final thoughts.

Damon. Has. A. Girlfriend….

What did you think...? I'm sooooo interested in this story. i hope you like it because this is gonna be a long one and I'm so excited to show you all what my plans are for this marvelous relationship3