Elena POV

I leave Jeremy's room and walk down the hall desperate for my bed. I recall Stefan and me kissing on said bed earlier, I can't believe it was only a few hours ago it feels like another lifetime now.

I open my door and see Damon. He is lying on my bed propped up against the headboard ankles crossed looking oh so tasty… stop! Don't think like that you're with Stefan… wait am I? I can't believe I called him a monster earlier I owe him an apology…

"Earth to Elena" Damon pulls me back from my thoughts and I hurry into the room and close the door behind me.

"What are you doing here? Did you not hear me when I said you need to be careful not to cross paths with my father?" he scoffs and uncrosses his legs "please, you think I'm gonna let Dr. Frankenstein down there keep me from the most beautiful girl in the world?" The second the last word leaves his lips he is no longer on my bed, he flashes over to me and starts looking deep into my eyes making breathing something I have to remind myself to do. He lifts his hand and tucks my hair behind my ear and I swear it is somehow the most erotic thing I have ever experienced.

Clearly he must see the effect he is having on me because he steps closer, we are breathing the same air now and I can't stop thinking how it would feel how it would taste with his tongue in my mouth. He starts to lean his head down I stare at his lips waiting for them to crash into me- no wait this wrong. I look down and take a step back.

"Damon, I'm with Stefan." He grins and counters "are you?" taking a deep breath… why won't this day just end already? "I don't know but this is not going to be how it ends, he deserves better than that… I can't believe I called him a monster I have to talk to him… apologize." I look back at Damon and his eyes are squinting like he is trying to figure something out but I don't have the mental faculties about me right now to deduce what.

"Hm, its always Stefan." He takes a step back and I sense there is a lot behind that statement I realize there is a lot of history between the Salvatore brothers… a history I'm not so sure I want to wade into.

"Damon look I am really tired so whatever is going on between you and Stefan just keep it between you and Stefan. I am not going to try something with his brother just because I am no longer sure about us and why would you want to hurt him like that?"

"Well, it is one of my main reasons for still living… hurting Stefan." I shake my head.

"Why? Life is hard enough and something tells me you have plenty of enemies already wouldn't it be a relief to have someone on your side, to have a teammate against the world's insanity?" he smiles at this, "Trust me Stefan and I are never gonna be me teammates."

"Fine but do you really have to be enemies?"

"Yep." He says without hesitation.

"Why? I've only been witness to your dysfunction a couple hours and it has me wanting to pull my hair out. Is whatever happened really worth all this?"

"Lets just say there was a girl who didn't share your qualms about coming between two brothers."

"Really a girl, this is about a girl?"

"Isn't it always?"

"I don't know Damon I'm 17 and I am only just starting to live. I don't know what its like always." He looks pensive and starts walking towards the window. "You should stay that way as long a possible, you were always too good for all of life's crap… I'll let you get some sleep it's been a long day."

I nod and walk over to my bed finally able to collapse and let go of today but there is something I can't let go of.

"Wait, Damon?" he is halfway out my window now but stops and looks back to me. I want to ask if he knew… If he knew my mom was sick but I don't. I don't think I can handle any more revelations tonight.

"Just could you let Stefan know I'm sorry for what I said?"

"Sure, goodnight Elena."

"Goodnight Damon."