Author's Note: I am so so so sorry that this has taken so long. I moved on Monday and my life has just been absolutely hectic. I've barely had time to sit down and type and when I did have time, I was usually so drained I just wanted to lay in my bed. I managed to get this out though, and it's ready to be posted. It's not really what I had planned for this chapter, but I figured it was needed to help make the next chapter make sense, cause the next chapter is going to be Las Vegas. It is going to be the party that they have been talking about and planning since the first chapter. So, enjoy it! I'm hoping that this next chapter won't take as long, so fingers crossed! Read and Review!
Chapter 7
Nothing's wrong as far as I can see
We make it harder than it has to be
and I can't tell you why
The line for security was dense and moving slowly, leaving Elena to once again get lost in her own head. People were buzzing all around her, but all she could think about was the irony of her situation. Damon always told her she was too scared to ever go after what she really wanted. He'd get so frustrated when she would bury her head in the sand and try to avoid the reality of what was going on around her.
Yet, she didn't do any of that today. She went after exactly what she wanted, just like he had told her to do so many times, and he'd turned her down flat. She grew a backbone and laid it all out, but he hadn't wanted it. She had been three years too late with learning her lesson and now it didn't matter.
None of it mattered anymore because he was getting married and she was left with nothing. She'd come back to New York for him and now she was leaving without him. Her throat constricted painfully at the thought and all she wanted was to call her best friends, but she couldn't. She couldn't call Caroline and Bonnie because they couldn't know. They had to remain in the dark until she was long gone and Damon had the chance at his perfect day.
She had to do it alone.
"I had a really good time tonight."
Elena smiled up at Jason; the third guy Caroline had set her up with in the past month. And just like the two dates before him, Jason just wasn't what she was looking for. He was a nice guy that many girls would be more than thrilled to go on a date with. She wasn't most girls though. She was Elena Gilbert and Jason just wasn't what she needed in her life.
"I did too," she agreed, because she had. It had been a great first date, but she didn't feel an attraction to him. She could admit that he was a handsome guy, but his hair wasn't quite dark enough. His eyes weren't that clear shade of blue that she found she loved getting pulled into. She had to tilt her head back just a little too far to really look at him. In short, she wasn't the man she'd found she loved spending her time with.
In the two months since she'd broken up with Matt, her friendship with Damon had only grown. They were still sticking to the excuse of spending time together because of Caroline and Stefan's upcoming bachelorette and bachelor party in Vegas, but there was something else going on. They'd spend hours together under the pretense of planning this massive party, while the reality was they always found themselves distracted and his assistant had planned most of the weekend. With the party coming up in just a couple days that excuse was soon going to be extinct, and a part of her worried what would happen once they no longer had an easy story to fall back on.
They were hovering somewhere between strictly friends and a blossoming something. Hundreds of sexually charged touches had been shared between them, but neither had crossed the line. There had been no more kissing and very little talk of sex. They were strictly platonic with a serious case of dangerous flirting.
It was those touches that had resulted in her blind dates in the past few weeks. The possibility of something legitimately happening with Damon and Elena was not a prospect that Caroline liked to consider. So, after a one month grace period, she'd been on a mission to find Elena a new boyfriend, and to find her one soon. None were panning out though, and she didn't really want them to. She might be unsure of where this path she was on was headed down, but she knew she wasn't interested in anyone Caroline was setting her up with.
"But," Jason hedged, a disparaged tone in his voice.
She cringed and glanced down at the floor. "Have I really been that bad?" She'd tried to pay attention and ask all the right questions, but until a few weeks ago, she hadn't been on a first date in four years. Combine that with not truly being interested in the date and she suspected she wasn't very much fun.
"You tried," he offered with a small smile. "I could tell your head wasn't really in it." He halted momentarily, weighing his words and whether or not she should say anything. He must have decided to go forward because he soon said, "Caroline told me you just got out of a four-year relationship. Dating has to be hard after that."
How nice Jason was being only made Elena feel worse for agreeing to this date, or any of the dates that Caroline had forced upon her. Her friend was setting her up with perfectly nice men who had no business being dropped into her tangled web. Maybe instead of being polite and sending Jason on his way, wondering what he could have done differently, she should just be honest and let him know that she was the absolute last person he wanted in his life right now.
"It's more than just that," she admitted softly. "I really shouldn't be dating right now."
Jason nodded his head understandingly. "You need time to adjust to everything. Being single after so long isn't easy."
"But I am adjusted." It had taken her a month, but she adjusted to being single and without Matt quicker than she thought she would. She mourned it, accepted it, and made peace with it. If there was anything she hadn't made peace with yet, it was having lost one of her best friends. He wanted nothing to do with her and that was still hard. So, really, not adjusting to the being single part wasn't her problem. She was her problem. "I'm just going to be honest, Jason. You don't want to date me. Trust me on that."
Jason smiled nervously. "I think you're selling yourself a little short. Breakups are hard and they change us, but you're not dating kryptonite forever."
"My breakup was hard, but not in the way that you think. I have an ex-boyfriend who believed he was going to marry me, and now he hates me. I'm talking, see me on the street and turn around and walk the other way hates me. And that's because of me. There was nothing mutual about the ending."
"He wasn't right for you, that's not you're fault." Elena resisted the urge to roll her eyes in frustration. Leave it to Caroline to set her up with the male version of herself. That's probably why Caroline spent so long gushing about him. Jason was Caroline in male form, minus the hyperactive cheerleader inside of her. Once she outgrew high school and the typical teenage insecurities the real Caroline came out and she was the kindest person anyone would ever meet. She just about believed the best in anyone, and was always willing to give someone a second shot. And Jason appeared to be the same. He just wasn't quite believing that she really was horrible for him. To him, he was seeing a sweet girl that was shy after coming out of such a long relationship.
She looked at Jason and sighed, knowing that what she was about to say would make her look like the worst person on the face of this earth, but it needed to be said. He obviously was still hoping for a second date, and she couldn't let that happen. He had to know why she was so bad for him and that she wasn't making up excuses because she simply didn't like him. "Cheating is my fault, Jason. Cause you know how my four-year relationship ended? Him telling me he thought we were going to spend the rest of our lives together only for me to drop the bomb on him that I'd been cheating on him for two months. Caroline of course wouldn't have mentioned this when she was gushing about how amazing I am, but the truth is I'm just a wrecking ball right now. I don't know which way is up in my life, and I still don't even know how much I feel for the guy that helped me ruin this relationship. So, really, it wasn't mutual or hard to get used to. It was just, flat out, my fault."
These seemed to be the magic words for Jason. "Yeah, I think you're right." He was vigorously nodding his head, ready to make a run for the stairs. She'd laid it all out and made herself look completely unappealing in the process, but he understood now what she'd been trying to say. She would be toxic to him. "For what it's worth, I think we could have had fun, but you obviously have a few more issues that Caroline didn't mention."
Elena smiled sarcastically at that. "Gotta love her. She should have been a lawyer with her creative wording."
"So," Jason started to back away from her and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I'll see you around."
She held up a hand and waved at him just before he turned toward the stairs. "Bye." Once he was out of sight she sighed and pushed her door open further and entered her apartment.
"Well that was a little blunt."
Elena spun around and nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of Damon sitting on her couch. "Holy shit!" she gasped, a hand pressed tightly to her chest. "What are you doing here?"
Damon was lounging on her couch, his suit jacket and tie discarded on her coffee table. He was sporting a lazy grin as he took in her date attire. "Stefan told me Blondie had set you up on another date. I wanted to see how this one ended."
"By breaking into my apartment?" she practically shrieked at him as she tossed her purse on her kitchen counter.
"It's not breaking and entering if the landlady lets you in," he informed her.
She glanced up from pulling off her heels, a stunned expression on her face. "How did you get her to let you in?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Told her I was your boyfriend and was wanting to surprise you with a romantic dinner." He smiled again and motioned to his face. "I have a very honest face, Elena. People find me believable."
"Women find you believable," she scoffed and dropped her last shoe onto the floor. "What if the date had gone well and I'd invited him into my apartment?"
Damon was not fazed by this question. "It could have led to an interesting night." He smirked before his expression turned serious again. "Come on, we both knew the date wasn't going to end well enough for you to invite him in. And even if I had thought it was possible, your bored texts throughout dinner gave it all away."
"I barely texted you," she called out from her bedroom, where she was getting changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
"You sent me 20 texts in an hour. The date was bombing. Frankly, I don't know how you still had to practically kick him out to make him realize there wouldn't be a second date."
Elena groaned as she exited her bedroom and threw herself unceremoniously onto the couch. "He was a nice guy that thought my odd behavior was because I hadn't completely gotten over my breakup, not because I was a cheating whore."
Damon scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Unless there was some guy other than me, you really have to stop calling yourself a cheating whore."
"Whatever, I'm still a cheater that has no business dating perfectly normal guys right now. Who am I kidding? I have no business dating any guy right now."
"Does that mean you're considering my proposition?"
The hairs on the back of Elena's neck stood up. This happened every time he made a mention of them sleeping together. Her palms would get sweaty and everything in her body would go on high alert. A part of her wanted to desperately scream out that she was more than ready to sleep with him, but another part, the rational part, kept her quiet and scared.
Nervous, she looked at him and tried to casually ask, "Speaking of, where is this perfected argument you promised me all those months ago? I'm still waiting."
"I've simply been waiting for the right time. It is not something that can be done without you in the right frame of mind."
Elena eyed him skeptically. "You know I'm starting to think there is no argument. I think you just made it all up."
He reared back, an utterly offended look on his face. "I would never lie about something so serious."
"Then where's this argument?" she challenged. "I'm ready. I want to hear this argument."
Damon shook his head seriously. "I can't. You're not ready. It's why I haven't done anything yet. I'll know when you're ready, and when I know, you'll know."
"I don't think you're really ready for me to take you up on your proposition. I think you're still worried about me not regretting it, so you're deflecting."
"Trust me honey," he grinned at her and let his eyes roam freely over her body. "I won't deflect any advances you make on me."
She blew out an annoyed sigh and shoved Damon's shoulder. "Stop it. You know I hate when you do that." Every time she said anything remotely nice about him that wasn't in relation to his looks, he steered the conversation right back to his looks or something equally as trivial. She knew a part of him searched to hear that he wasn't a bad guy, but once the words were actually out of someone's mouth, he couldn't handle it. He didn't know how to piece it all together.
"Can't let things get too serious."
"That's exactly our problem."
Damon pulled back, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "We have a problem?"
"Why should I sleep with you if I can't actually be honest with you about things?"
"All we are is honest. That's the basis of this entire," he motioned between him and her, "thing."
"Not since I broke up with Matt. We still flirt dangerously with what's happening between us, but we don't really talk about you. How am I supposed to sleep with you when the deepest you are willing to go is that getting divorced sucks?"
"Cause there's not that much to share, Elena. And I've been honest from day one. I don't want a relationship. If I did, then I might share things, but I don't."
"You're so stubborn sometimes."
Damon scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Like you're one to talk. You had Mark serve me all night last week when I said something to make you mad."
"Whatever," Elena shook her head. "I still think you're lying. I think you keep telling me you have these great reasons for us sleeping together, but you don't. It's either that or you really are trying to wait to make sure I'm over my breakup."
Damon leaned forward until he had Elena pinned against the corner of the couch. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes as he hovered above her. "Elena Gilbert, are you calling me a liar?" Her heart was suddenly pounding in her chest. His face was barely inches away from hers, so close she could feel his breath on her lips. Unsure of her own voice, all she could do was nod her head. "Now I can't have that."
She focused on trying to steady her breathing and not give away just how much his current position was having an affect on her. With as much strength as she could muster, she forced her voice beyond her lips. "So prove me wrong."
"How." He pressed a soft kiss against her cheek. "Would." Her other cheek. "I." This time his lips pressed gently against the edge of her mouth. "Do." His cheek brushed against hers as his lips landed at the bottom of her ear. "That?" It was getting harder to breathe with each soft touch of his lips against her tingling skin.
She tried to form words, but he was setting her on fire with his lips, and his fingers that were now dancing over the exposed skin of her stomach only ensured that the fire would not be extinguished any time soon. There was a small voice in the back of her head telling her she shouldn't do this. Sleeping with Damon couldn't end well, but her body was telling her to throw caution to the wind and go for it.
The two drinks at dinner were giving her courage to shut out that pesky voice. She grabbed Damon's face and pulled his mouth toward hers. "Come here." Her voice was husky and laden with desire, and it was all the encouragement he needed to give her what she wanted.
It had been two months, but his mouth melded as perfectly to hers as it had then. No invitation was required for his tongue to delve swiftly into her mouth and erase any thoughts in her head. Her hands slid down from his face onto his firm chest. With any coordination that was left in her, she began pulling at the buttons of his shirt until she would feel the soft pop and the tease of smooth skin that would soon be revealed to her fumbling fingers.
The kisses were more intoxicating than any amount of alcohol as his mouth trailed a steaming path down her neck. His tongue was like velvet against her burning skin. She'd never had passion like this with anyone and it made her feel like she was falling through a steamy darkness with no end in sight. All she had to hold onto was him.
A loud knock on Elena's door brought all movements to a sudden halt. Breathless and frustrated, Damon pulled away and asked, "Who is that?"
"I don't know," she hissed, trying to keep her voice quiet, so she wouldn't be heard. "Just ignore it." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his wiling mouth back down to hers. She didn't care who was at her door. She just wanted more of this.
There were only a few more moments of solace before whoever was outside her door began practically pounding on the thin door. "Elena, I know you're in there." Damon froze at the sound of Caroline's voice. Every part of his body tensed as he remained pressed against her, almost as if any movement would give away that he was inside the apartment. "I have my key. Don't make me use it."
Elena blew out an agitated sigh and pushed lightly on Damon's chest. "She'll just come in if I don't open the door."
Damon moved across the couch and she could see the frustration clearly on his face. She understood where it was coming. After two months of not kissing him she didn't want to open that door for Caroline either, but her friend wasn't leaving her with a choice. She watched as he began buttoning up his shirt and then made her way over to her door.
Certain that he didn't look as if he'd been about to carry her off to her bedroom; she pulled her front door open just wide enough to stand in the opening but block Caroline's view of her living room. Caroline stood in the hallway, her hand poised to knock once again. With the door now open, the blonde smiled and shook her head. "Finally, I was starting to think you were going to make me use my key."
Elena narrowed her eyes at Caroline. "It's for emergencies, Caroline."
"Whatever," she scoffed and rolled her eyes. "So, are you going to let me in and tell me how your date went?" She was practically bursting with excitement over the possibility of Elena's date having gone well.
With Damon just inside her apartment, Elena knew she couldn't let Caroline through her doorway. "It's pretty late, Care. Can we talk about this tomorrow?"
"No! You have to tell me everything tonight." Caroline's demeanor suddenly changed. She craned her neck to try and peer around Elena. She looked like a dog with a bone and it was like she'd realized that something was just inside of Elena's apartment that she needed to see. "You're not alone, are you?"
Elena maneuvered herself to try and block as much of her place from Caroline as she could. "It's nearly midnight. Why wouldn't I be alone?"
Caroline's eyes positively sparkled at Elena's words. She leaned in toward Elena, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. "He's in there?"
"I'm not answering that." If she tried to say that Jason was in her apartment, Caroline would be calling her a liar before the words were even out of her mouth. It was one of the downfalls of having a best friend for more than 10 years. They could spot a lie from a mile away.
A wide smile spreads across her face. "Okay, I'm just going to go then. Call me tomorrow." As she backed away from Elena's door she gave her two thumbs up. "Good luck."
Elena waited until Caroline was out of view before she closed her door and locked it. With a sigh, she turned to look at Damon, still lounging comfortably on her couch. His frustration was still painfully evident on his face, but he didn't appear frustrated about being interrupted. He was frustrated with her. "She's gonna find out you're your little date wasn't the one in here," he told her tersely.
Her head fell against her door with a small thud. "I know," she groaned. Caroline would talk to Jason tomorrow and learn that he never made it inside her apartment, and once she figured that out, it would only take a few short steps for her to come to the end conclusion of just who was in her apartment.
"This is going to make Vegas a ball, I'm sure."
Elena froze at the mention of this weekend. She'd been almost dreading the weekend for weeks now. What excuse would she have to see him if they no longer were supposed to be planning this party? She knew they'd formed a close bond over the past few months, but once the reason was taken away for them to spend so much time together, she might actually have to face what was going on between them.
What happened on her couch was just proof that she really had no idea. She all but lied to Caroline because she couldn't even be honest about Damon being in her apartment. There was also the very real possibility that once they slept together, things would go drastically wrong and she'd lose him as a friend. She was still reeling from the friendship she'd lost with Matt. She didn't want to lose her friendship with Damon, especially since he'd been so instrumental with helping her see things clearly.
If she let herself get caught up in the desire like she had, she could very well end up in bed with him and ruin everything that they'd formed. "I guess it was good that she came, otherwise we'd probably be doing something right now that we shouldn't be doing."
"You know what? We do have a problem. Because I think it's exactly what we should be doing. In fact, you don't even really think there's anything wrong with what we're doing. You just know that Caroline and Bonnie think it is. And you know damn well that I'm not still trying to play the good guy and worry about your feelings."
Elena debated on what she should say next. Despite how honest she was with Damon, there was still so much she didn't say. She was scared to share some things with him. He'd been very open about having no desire for a relationship and being completely done with the concept of love. Katherine had done a horrible number on him, and she didn't know if he'd ever fully recover. That kept everyone at arms' length. She didn't know how far she could push him yet, and she didn't want to risk pushing him too far, but she needed to say this.
"You can't even tell me why." She knew she was taking a risk by opening up this can that they'd tried to keep closed, but she needed more of a reason to sleep with him that went beyond it being fun. Right after she'd broken up with Matt, she might have slept with him, just to help distance herself from other things she was feeling, but what he claimed was a momentary act of maturity lasted for another two weeks, and by the time he let the sexual tension come back full force, her head was back on her shoulders. It was only moments like right before Caroline showed up that sent her rationality out the window. "You have shared no reasons why it would be a good idea. Just 10 minutes ago, you tried to distract me away from actually talking about it."
Rationality was not something she could afford to lose. It was those times that led to such a detrimental end with Matt. Even though she didn't regret meeting Damon and what had happened with them, she regretted the timing and the fact that Matt had to get hurt so badly in everything. She didn't want to hurt anyone again, even herself. That was why she needed clear answers from Damon, not just sarcastic remarks and sexual jokes.
Damon sighed and Elena knew that he did not want to have this conversation. While he was perfectly capable of having deep conversations with her, he didn't like them, and would avoid them if he could. He was going to try to avoid this; she knew it. His reply only confirmed her thoughts. "There's nothing to say. I like you. You like me. We're both single, so let's have some fun."
"It's not that simple," she argued. "There's a lot more that would go into this than just having fun. And if it doesn't work out, we don't really have the option to avoid each other forever."
"We never even met until Caroline and Stefan got engaged. The only reason we even really see each other is because there's something going on here. If there wasn't, we would have handled things with the party ages ago and been done with everything." Damon smirked, all seriousness gone from his voice. "Just be honest. You like spending time with me."
Elena groaned and rolled her eyes. She'd never been particularly fond of Damon trying to use his looks to charm her into things, but she was utterly frustrated with it tonight. She just needed him to open up. "That's not the point."
"Then what is the point, Elena?" Damon snapped, quickly dropping the charming act.
"The point is that as much as you think this would be a good idea, it's a recipe for disaster. You don't want a relationship, period. While I don't want one at the moment, I'm going to want one. I'm a relationship girl, Damon. That means that one of us is going to get hurt at some point, most likely me. And then this friendship we built is all for nothing."
"You're making assumptions based on what could happen." Damon pushed himself to his feet and moved to stand in front of her. "You spent four years planning everything out with Matt and look where it's ultimately gotten you. The fact is, you don't want to do any of those big, life-changing things right now. That's why this is a good idea. I'm not asking for anything serious, and you don't want to give anything serious right now. I'm offering a few months of fun. And after the year you've had, don't you think you could use it?"
"It's not that simple," she repeated softly, as he had Elena stumbling for words.
Damon rolled his eyes. "You've already said that." As she looked at the man in front of her, Elena now understood why she'd heard so much over the past few months that Damon Salvatore was not a man one wanted to go toe-to-toe with. Most of the time she could hold her own with Damon, but tonight, she was seeing a part of him that she'd never seen before. He could think quickly and shoot down her thoughts with no hesitation. This was not just the overly arrogant and sometimes nice man she'd come to know. This was a ruthless businessman who knew exactly what he was saying and how to say it.
"So what do you want me to say?"
"I don't want you to say anything. I want you to do what you want." Damon took another step in her direction. "Stop analyzing everything and just go after something for once in your life! This is why you got into the situation you did with Matt. This is why you're working at a bar. Worrying about everything has gotten you absolutely nowhere, because you consume yourself with the what ifs, and then when you do finally make a split second decision to do what you want, you mess it all up because you can't actually follow through on it. If you would just go after what you want from the start and stop being scared, things might actually turn out great."
His speech had Elena seeing red. Damon hadn't even known her for a year. He had no right to stand in front of her like this and make judgments about her life and how she chose to lead it.
"You barely even know me!" she shouted at him. "What gives you the right to say any of those things that you just did?"
"Nothing," Damon freely admitted. "Nothing gives me that right, but it needs to be said. And as for knowing you? I know you a lot better than you think I do. You may think that you and your girlfriends have the market covered on sharing information that isn't yours to be shared, but brothers have a tendency to talk, Elena. When your best friend is engaged to my brother, you're occasionally the topic of conversation."
A shiver went down her spine as she tried to think of what Stefan could have told Damon about her. She didn't like knowing that they sat around probably discussing all the ways that she was messed up. "What is that supposed to mean? What has Stefan said about me?"
"Now why would I tell you what is said between Stefan and me when you haven't told me a damn thing that Caroline has said to you?"
"How do you even know Caroline has said anything about you?" It was a poor excuse for deflection, but it was all she had left in her bag.
"Because I'm not stupid," he scoffed, offended by her question. "I'm sure Caroline has shared all sorts of insight into me and Katherine. And even if we ignore what Stefan's told me, I've spent enough time with you in the past few months to get a firm grasp on who you are. You get so caught up in not wanting to make mistakes that you wait for someone to practically force the decision on you. Just do what you want."
"I can't just do whatever I want, Damon. It's not that simple!"
"Would you stop saying that?" he shouted. "It is that simple. Stop worrying about everyone else and the what ifs. What do you want?" He stared at her as he waited for an answer, his breaths coming in short, rapid succession. She wished that she could give him an answer, but she couldn't. She just wasn't ready to take that step. At her continued silence, he rolled his eyes and said, "If you'd just take a step back, you'd realize that when you shut your brain off for five minutes, you actually want this. It's only when you get caught up in your own head that you screw everything up."
"Not thinking is what gets me in these messes," she whispered hoarsely.
"No, worrying about what everyone else thinks gets you in these messes. You're going out on dates you don't want to go on just because Caroline is telling you to. You won't even let her into your apartment cause you don't want her to know that I'm in here. You won't do anything about what's going on between us because you're scared of what might happen. And all of that is only going to get you into trouble." Damon walked over to her couch and picked up his phone and suit jacket. "Call me when you decide to grow a backbone."
And with that, he stormed past her and left her apartment, leaving her to stare at the empty space around her. This was the first fight they'd ever had and she didn't like it. She didn't like seeing him mad at her and not being able to give him a real answer, especially knowing that he was right. She did want him, but she was letting her head get in the way. Wasn't that what she was supposed to do though? Being an adult meant not being so impulsive and thinking things through. Damon was impulsive and he challenged her in ways she'd never been challenged before. He didn't let her avoid anything, and he wasn't scared to hurt her feelings.
He'd had front seat tickets to her cruelest moments, but he still liked her. He'd seen the good and the bad and he still wanted to spend time with her. He even cared about her. And according to Caroline, the people he cared about were few and far between. She'd gotten to something inside of him that very few people could, but she was still scared to make that final leap.
He was right. She didn't want to mess things up, but apparently she still was. Keeping them in limbo wasn't doing favors for either one of them, and his patience had run out on waiting for her to stop keeping things from her friends. She hadn't realized that he'd been growing frustrated with her, but she was obviously wrong. Her desire to keep Caroline in the dark resulted in him having to keep his brother in the dark. She wasn't being fair to him and that needed to change.
With a burst of courage, she picked up her phone and dialed Caroline's number. After a few rings, she heard the line connect on the other end. "Is he already gone?"
Elena decided to jump right in and practically blurted, "Jason wasn't here when you came by, Damon was. Damon was in my apartment and if you hadn't knocked on my door, we'd be having sex right now. I lied to you and I've been keeping a lot from you about Damon, but there's the truth. I like him and I haven't wanted to go on any of these dates that you've set me up on. So, there's the truth." She expected immediate yelling and overly dramatic antics, but all she got was silence. "Say something," she pleaded, not being able to take it.
She could hear Caroline sigh on the other end before she finally spoke. "Jason just called me, I figured out that Damon was the one in your apartment. And I knew that you didn't want to go on the dates. I just thought if I found these great guys for you that I could distract you enough to get over whatever it is you have with Damon."
"Well, I need you to stop. Cause now he's mad at me and I'm scared to do anything about us. I need you to be a friend right now and stop trying to play matchmaker. Can you do that?"
"Yeah, I'll be over in five minutes. Call Bonnie."