AN: This is another Elena POV chapter. Hope you guys like it!
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Chapter 7 (Elena POV)
Out of the few people I've kissed, Damon had to be the best. That may not be saying much considering the only other people I've ever kissed have been Stefan and Matt…with that one odd kiss with Elijah where he thought I was Katherine. Or he didn't…Still not sure about that.
Damon's kissed though, they were mind blowing. Any thought I had in my head flew right out the window as soon as he kissed me.
I'd always thought it was funny because his kisses were what I'd always dreamed of having with someone, they were the kisses that you awed about in a Disney movie or Nicholas Sparks book.
I'd never really thought they'd existed until Damon.
One of Damon's hands was sneaking up under my, or, well, his, red t-shirt which reminded me, if we were going to keep going at it like we were, we should probably go upstairs. Like…now.
Right as I'd thought about that, I heard someone clear their throat. Loudly.
Too late.
Damon and I stopped kissing as soon as the sound had been made. Damon was looking up over me and he had a dazed look in his eyes. Then, he smirked.
"Hey, Grandpa Ric."
Oh, god. Of all people, it had to be Alaric to catch us. 80-something-year-old Alaric. Alaric who was kinda like an uncle…or Grandpa, now.
Damon's hand was still us my shirt and my face felt like it was burning up. I snatched his arm out of my shirt and squeaked as I started heading towards the floor. Being a human again apparently made me really freaking clumsy.
I'd landed on the floor face-first and when I glanced up I saw Ric looking at me with his eyebrow raised, then he looked at Damon again.
"Not your Grandpa, Damon. Pretty sure it's more possible for you to be my Grandpa."
"Still as crotchety as ever, I see."
Ric started to walk off towards the kitchen and was muttering under his breath,
"Dickwad."
Something about an 80 year old Alaric calling Damon a dickwad was pretty funny. Or maybe I was getting slap-happy because I needed sleep.
I flipped myself over and got off the floor as Damon decided to flop back on the couch. I stood up at him with my hands on my hips.
"Really? Sleeping is a total no-no but I can fall off the couch onto the floor?"
About an hour later, I manage to drag Damon back upstairs. Apparently 5 AM was the magic hour because he wasn't fighting me on it.
I made him pull the blinds down and curtains over the window because it was starting to get light out again and after he'd done so, he stripped down to his boxers and got into bed. He'd managed to mess his hair up even more and it was pretty cute.
I was already laying down when he'd gotten into bed and Damon had apparently decided that my stomach was the best option for a pillow. As soon as he's stopped wiggling around, with I think he did to irritate me, I turned the lamp off. I wasn't as tired as I had been before so I didn't really try to fall asleep at first. Instead, I just ran my fingers throughout Damon's hair until he fell asleep. Which didn't take very long, surprisingly.
I woke back up sometime later on my stomach with major cottonmouth. Once I'd finally opened my eyes, I'd realized Damon was no longer in bed with me. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was 9 AM, not bad, I guess. At least I got some sleep.
I heard pots and pans banging around in the kitchen and cussing. I figured Damon was downstairs thinking about making some kind of food.
I got up, stretched, and walked over to the dressers where all my bags from shopping with Caroline were.
I kind of needed to take a shower.
I found a light pink tank top and a dark blue skirt that had pink flowers all over it. I grabbed a random pair of underwear and I bra and went into the bathroom.
As soon as I'd gotten out, I smelled bacon which meant Damon had found whatever he was looking for. I walked over to the corner where all the bags were and grabbed the bags of makeup, lotions, and jewelry.
I didn't really want that much makeup on, but I wanted a little. I ended up deciding on slightly glittery beige eye shadow with mascara and eyeliner. I found a pair of plain silver hoops for earrings and put them on.
I riffled through the cabinets under the sink looking for a hair tie of some sort and finally managed to find one. I put half of my hair up in a ponytail and when I was done, I put some lotion on and headed downstairs.
Damon was dancing around to Some Kind of Wonderful by Grand Funk Railroad while making pancakes. Jeremy and Alaric were somewhere watching TV. Stefan was looking at a newspaper and Caroline was scrolling throughout her phone at the kitchen table with her feet in Stefan's lap.
I walked over to the cabinets and grabbed a glass to get some water. I had a smile on my face because Damon had continued to move around to the music with flipping pancakes and it was fun to watch. I put my glass of water down and went to sit down with Stefan and Caroline when Damon grabbed me by my wrist and spun my around. He kissed me and afterwards I looked up at him and giggled.
"Hey! No smooching my brother when he's cooking! I'm hungry." Stefan yelled overtop of his newspaper.
Damon snorted, "Who said you were getting any?"
Stefan looked up over the newspaper and glared.
Damon glanced back down at me and gave me another kiss then spun me back around to let me go. I snagged a piece of bacon and walked over to the kitchen table.
Caroline put her phone down and looked up.
She pursed her lips, "So, what should we do today? Sitting inside is so boring,"
"I don't know if you've realized it yet or not, Blondie, but we're in Mystic Falls. There's nothing to do here." Damon answered.
Caroline huffed. "Well, we're just going to have to find something. We can't leave until Wednesday night at least. It's Tuesday. We can't just sit in this house until then. It's boring."
"Why can't we leave until Wednesday?"
"Bonnie's funeral is Wednesday at noon. I promised Matt that we'd all be there anyway and he's already told Bonnies husband that we would."
"Oh," I frowned. Here comes the guilt again. I sighed.
This isn't going to get easier, is it?
I don't want to go to a funeral, let alone one of my best friends'.
Damon had gone on finishing breakfast and hadn't seemed to pay attention to what Caroline had said. Bonnie's funeral wouldn't be easy on him, either.
AN: Okayy, so there's chapter 7. Hopefully it wasn't too bad… Next chapter will be Bonnie's funeral and after that, Delena and Steroline will probably go off to North Carolina (Where Stefan + Caroline live) and/or Illinois(where Damon's loft/bar is).
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