AN: I know I said a long chapter, but you need this fluff stuff to get to the good stuff.

Damon's POV

I walk Caroline home very aware of the slight tension rolling off of each of us. We both have something to say, but neither of us can get it to roll off the tongues. I think about the kiss we almost shared, and I can't sort out it in my head what made me react to her in that way. Elena is most likely in danger right now and all I can think about is what the flakes of snow look like in Caroline's hair.

Caroline's POV

He was going to kiss me I'm so sure of it. He was going to kiss me and I would have let him, that's how far off the wagon I've fallen. We were friends once upon a time, and now I can't seem to bring us back to a place where there isn't a huge awkward tension between us. We get to my front porch, and Damon walks me to my front door. He's being so uncharacteristically nice that it throws me for a loop. I shouldn't feel this way about him. Damon is emotionally distant, cruel, and unfeeling, and yet I want there to be something redeeming about him.

"Well, Good night," I say. It's the first words that have come out of either of us since we left the dance, and they hang strangely in the air. As I turn to walk into the house however, Damon's arm stops me.

"Sit down, we need to talk," he says. I shiver because those were the exact same words Matt used anytime we were going to have a serious talk about our relationship. Damon and I sit side by side on the swing on my front porch, shoulders electrically grazing.

"Ok…Wats up," I say swinging my feet back and forth to give the swing some motion. The action has more to do with nerves than an actual desire to swing, but I have to have something to do during what I only assume will be a tense conversation.

"I think we should stop hanging out so often," he says and I'm so shocked that I audible suck in the air in front of me.

"What?" I ask. I'm sure I sound dumb right now, but I am so confused. He was going to kiss me at the dance and now he wants me to just stay away?

"Come on Caroline. You're sending out these flirty signals, and I'm not into you," he says with one of his signature smirks.

My brain is having trouble processing all this information. Damon doesn't want me. He was basically the only friend I had left and he doesn't. As the words run over and over in my head I start to get angry. What did he mean he didn't want me? I am Caroline freaking Forbes. Yes, even on my good days I could be considered insecure, crazy and neurotic, but I was also hot, caring and fun. Why didn't Damon want me? Why didn't anyone want me?

"Fine," I say and walk into my house slamming the door just a little harder then really necessary.

The next morning, I wake up in a daze. I'm still in my beautiful winter formal dress and looking into the mirror on my vanity has confirmed that my mascara has run into a gross mess down my face. I'm sure I have to be somewhere, but right now I can't figure out where that is. Instead, I fall asleep again finding comfort in the darkness that fills my head.

When I wake up again, I feel refreshed. So what if Damon doesn't want me, I have always lived by the philosophy that I could start over any day I chose. Today was a new day for me, and I was going to start over. Be someone new. My first order of business is to shower.

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