Summary : "All I know is that everything changes tomorrow, it'll be all unicorns and rainbows," He chuckled, sarcastically. "You'll go back to protecting Elena while being unconditionally in love with Elijah, and Ill go back to living in the moment while simultaneously loving Elena." He backed up, being pulled into a humorless laughter. "Our lives are so fucked up." (Mainly KatherinexDamon). *All Human*

Rating : T for slight language and a few sex-related topics.

Disclaimer : I Promise I Don't Own The Vampire Diaries Series!

Side Note : Story Influenced By Ed Sheeran's "Give Me Love" (Played In Vampire Diaries 3x14)

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"My fingertips and my lips they burn

From the cigarettes

Forrest Gump you run my mind boy

Running on my mind boy

Forrest Gump"

"Forrest Gump" - Frank Ocean

2 Days Later - Mystic Falls (6 : 11 Pm) [September 6, 2013)

Damon's Dorm Room

Damon found himself deep in concentration. His arm over his forehead as he laid on his bed, lazily. His roommate disappeared sometime ago and Damon was thankful for that. His roommate was distracting. But that's beside the point. The point is, for once in Damon's 22 years of living, he was sober and...thinking? It was strange for Damon. For him to really sit back and...think. What was the cause of this sudden action? What made him want to bury himself in his thoughts?

"Jeez, what's happening to me?" he asked himself, not noticing (or caring, pretty much) that he was talking out loud. He hadn't felt like himself lately. He knew from the start of last summer that he was changing, but he didn't want to face that. He didn't want to face the fact that he was no longer a child. He could no longer act as immature as he did before. He began to realize that this was his last year in college. His last year in which Katherine would be there to aid him.

'Katherine? Where did she come from?' He thought. His eyes opening. He was thinking about what he was going to do after college and Katherine popped into his mind. He hadn't seen or heard from her all day. In fact, he hadn't heard from her since yesterday. She disappeared when he was playing around with Elena.

Was he aware of the crush Katherine had on him?

Yeah.

Did he know that it was more than just a simple school girl crush?

Nope.

Damon was an expert at reading people. But for some reason, after all these years of knowing Katherine, he couldn't read her. He didn't know what she was about. He couldn't figure out what made her tick.

He wasn't able to figure out that he was what made her tick.

He knew a lot about her though. Like the fact that she hates bananas. She loves strawberries though. Oh and she loves blue eyes. He knew she found them fascinating. You could kind've say that was the thing that brought the two closer.

"Hi, i'm Damon." seven year old, Damon Salvatore said, standing over the sandbox that was on the playground. He was looking down at a slightly younger girl who was concentrating on the sloppy sand castle that she was constructing. Damon frowned after realizing that she paid him no mind. He didn't like it when people ignored him. He sat next to her in the sand, not caring about his new school outfit that he was getting dirty. "Helloooo?"

The girl, slightly annoyed looked up at him. Her bangs was falling in her eyes but she had no problem glaring at him. "What?"

"Hi, I'm Damon." he repeated, with a bright smile. He choose to ignore her obvious attitude. The girl rolled her eyes before returning her interest back to her sand castle.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." She muttered, sourly. He usually only bothered her sister at recess, following her around like a lost puppy. He did that and Katherine played in the sandbox alone and she liked it like that.

"Whatcha' building?" He asked, as he looked down at her castle once again. She knew it was a sand castle but she had to be the only one. To others it looked like a pile of sand. The girl snapped her head towards his.

"A sand castle," she drawled out. "Duh."

He looked at it and then back at her, his eyes wide. "Oh, sorry." He apologized. She gasped as she looked into his eyes.

'So blue.' she thought to herself. "Your eyes are soooo pretty!" she gushed, out loud. She squinted her eyes and leaned closer towards him to get a better look at them. Damon's face went pale.

'Why is she so close?' he asked himself, nervously. He froze as he watched her inspect his eyes. It was awkward for him.

Very awkward.

"Oh, sorry!" she apologized, backing up. "I'm Katherine!"

And finally that awkward moment was over. He could breathe.

The color returned to his face as he smiled. "Nice to meet you Katherine!"

Katherine frowned, her eyebrows going down in confusion. "You don't know me?"

Damon shook his head. Was he suppose to?

"You follow my sister around a lot. I thought you would." she shrugged it off, though. She turned towards the momentarily abandoned castle and went back to it. She had to get it perfect. Katherine always dreamed of herself leaving. She wanted to leave everything behind. Her family and the few friends she had included. She felt as if she didn't belong. As if she had somewhere bigger and better to be.

"Me? Follow somebody around?" Damon asked, embarrassed. He was trying to play it off. He didn't know anybody knew about that.

"Yeah. Don't act so surprised dude." Katherine responded looking him, weirdly. She tried not to laugh at the look on his face. She decided to mess with him. Leaning closer to him, she looked around the playground. "I'll keep it to myself though. Wouldn't want anyone to know about your crush on a kindergartener."

And this time, Katherine couldn't help but laugh at the expression on Damon's face. It was one of those gut-holding laughs. Her arms held at her sides as she rolled in the sandbox. Tear bursting out of her eyes. The sound of her laughter echoed through the playground and all of the kids turned to look at Katherine in shook. Katherine never talked. Or laughed for that matter. All the kids thought she was evil. They didn't know that she knew how to laugh. They all looked for the source of her laughter and when they saw Damon, they knew. Or at least they thought they did. They thought she was laughing at Damon. The majority of them shook their head in sadness and went back to playing. Damon would most likely end up dead tomorrow.

'Nice knowing ya', Salvatore.'

The class's teacher gawked at Katherine. She was getting sand in her hair and all over her pretty dress! The teacher, Ms. Honey, rushed over and pulled Katherine up, frantically brushing off her hair. Sighing in frustration, Ms. Honey, stopped. "I can't get this out by myself. I'm going to take you to the nurse and she'll help-" She stopped as she stared into Katherine's eyes. "Dear Lord, Katherine! You got sand in your eyes!" Without anymore words, Ms. Honey, tucked Katherine under her arm like a football and ran inside of the school.

"I like your eyes, Damon!" Katherine yelled as she was being dragged away.

And from that moment on, the two couldn't be torn apart. He found it bitterly funny, though. How Katherine always came to his rescue and Elena never did. He didn't want to think of his girlfriend like that but it was something he had to admit. Elena was more at Stefan's side then his, even after Lexi made it clear that Elena didn't have to.

Nor was she welcomed to.

Why was he thinking about Katherine and Not Elena? It seemed more natural to him. Thinking about Katherine, that is. It was like letting your natural language roll of your tongue. Thinking about Elena was foreign. What was he to think about her? As weird as it may seem Elena never really crossed his mind anymore. His brain was always preoccupied by Katherine. Her face was always there.

Was it wrong to think about Katherine like that?

Standing up, Damon, decided to shake it off. He came to the conclusion that the only reason her concentrated on Katherine so hard was that they've been inseparable for years. He figured now would be the perfect time to create space between the two.

"I owe Elena that much." he muttered as he grabbed one of his many leather jackets. He didn't bother looking for his keys because he knew they were in his jacket pocket already.

He left his dorm room planning to tell Katherine what he wanted to do. What he felt was the right thing to do.

"It's a bad religion

To be in love with someone

Who could never love you.

I know

Only bad religion

Could have me feeling the way I do."

"Bad Religion"- Frank Ocean

6 : 34 PM

Outside Katherine's Dorm

His hand was raised in a fist a couple centimeters away from the door. A rush of something flew up the insides of his stomach.

Why was he behaving like a nerd with a crush on the hot cheerleader?

He inhaled slowly, letting the oxygen circulate around his lungs. The air seemed to do nothing for him. Nothing good. Instead his head started to pound and his stomach felt as if it would explode from the frenzy that attacked his insides. He let his arm drop to his side.

Why was he there again? To tell Katherine that they needed to create some type of space between each other, any type of space? It seemed like the thought of that sickened him. What was he going to do without her? Where would he be without her? It wasn't like he was going to tell her he wanted to no longer be friends with her, no it was nothing like that. But why did it feel like it? He turned around and pressed his back to her cool door. His head banged back against the door but he didn't care. His eyes looked up at the ceiling of the hallway and stayed there.

He sighed as he slid down the door. His arms resting on his knees.

"God, I need a drink." he muttered, looking at his hands. He didn't get why he was so confused. Why he was so doubtful? This was something he wanted. Or at least he thought he wanted. Katherine would respect that. Right? She always respected what ever Damon wanted.

"Damon's outside." Rebekah said from her bed not looking away from the book that was in her hand. Some 'Vampire Academy' book. Katherine already knew that though. She could feel him through the door. She was on her bed but her eyes were planted on the door. What was taking him so long to knock? To come in? To do something? Anything?

She could feel her heart drop as she thought the worst.

Did something happen to him? Did something happen to Elena?!

She quickly let the second one go due to the fact that Elena would have been called her if something was wrong. Besides, she just got off the phone with her like...20, 15 seconds ago.

"Yeah." Katherine responded, a bit too late. "I know." Rebekah looked at her and then the door and then back. Sighing she set her bookmark back in her book and stood up, stretching her arms out in front of her. She slid her feet in a pair of black flip flops as she slipped her iPhone 5 into her back pocket.

"You're not going anywhere are you?" she asked Katherine as she grabbed a cardigan off of her bed. Katherine shook her head, watching Rebekah's every step.

"Good. I'm going to get some cigarettes. Lock the door, I wouldn't want to walk in on you too...doing things." The last part was Rebekah teasing her, but that didn't stop the blush that crept on Katherine's face. She attempted to throw a pillow at the laughing Rebekah but it was dodged.

"I'm just messing with you. Seriously though, lock the door-" Katherine shot Rebekah a glare but Rebekah only smiled as she raised her hands in surrender. "-after he leaves! Jeez, give me a chance to finish, why don't you?"

Rebekah opened the door just as Damon stood up to knock. "Hey, Damon!" she chirped with a bright smile. "Katherine's on her bed." She side stepped Damon and made her way down the hall.

Katherine didn't know what to do. She felt like a kid caught awake after bedtime. She looked down at her hands not being able to shake the feeling of Damon's eyes on her.

Damon looked at her for a good bit before stepping into the room, shutting the door behind him. He opened his mouth but his words refused to come out. He stood there for a minute, staring at her with his mouth open but Katherine didn't notice this. Her eyes were still staring down at her fidgety hands.

When did she get so shy?

He averted his dark gaze off of her as he trailed his eyes around the room. He pretended to take interest in the way Rebekah and Katherine finished setting up the room but in reality he didn't care. Didn't need to care. He wasn't there to stall. He wanted to say what he needed to say and disappear.

"Space." he choked out. He voice sounded small, even to him but nonetheless Katherine's head snapped up, her eyes zeroing on him. She opened her mouth to question him, but he didn't let her words slip. He couldn't let her words slip out.

"We..." he gestured between the two of them, clearing his voice before he began speaking again. "...need space, Kat."

It was silent.

Damon hated the silence. It was unnatural to him. Who could really master the art of silence?

He always felt himself slipping when he found himself surrounded by the silence. Why was she so-

His eyes widened as he watched Katherine double over in laughter. Tears streaming down her face as she head her stomach. He couldn't do anything but watch her, stuck in shock. What was so funny?! He was being serious!

Katherine finally composed her self, sitting back up. Her fingers wiped away the tears that cascaded down her face. She took deep breaths in before finally letting a simple smile settle on her face.

"Are you breaking up with me, Damon Salvatore?" she asked, teasingly. He let a deep breath escape his lips and pretty soon a chuckle followed. He choose that time to let himself get more comfortable. He flopped next to her and laid his head on her lap. Katherine in return placed her hand in his dark hair and ran her hand threw the silkiness. She noticed some color returned to his face, signaling that he was previously nervous about something. She decided to wait for Damon to tell her what was on his mind. She couldn't pressure him.

The two sat enjoying each other's company, neither one of them wanting to speak first.

Katherine thought that this would be a good time to tell Damon what happened in New-York but she went against it. She didn't want to be the one to ruin his relationship with her younger sister.

Damon on the other hand was debating whether if he should tell her about what he wanted. This was good time as many (sarcastically said). But...he didn't want to ruin his friendship with her.

What Damon didn't realize is that he couldn't have everything he wanted at once. It was merely impossible. He could stay with the woman that he was always chasing after but lose the person that knows his the most or he could continue to have the person that knows him the most in his life but lose the woman he was always chasing after.

Damon was spoiled...and I guess you could blame this on nobody but, Katherine Gilbert. She put that fantasy into his head. The fantasy that he could have everything and everyone he wanted all at once.

He stared up at her with his wide blue eyes. Watching as her hair fell in her face as she looked at him. His eyes darted around her face. This being one of the many times that Damon noticed her beauty. She looked like her sister but there was something different. Something that attracted him to her more then Elena ever would. Her features were barely soft. Her face holding an edgier purpose. Her skin a bit darker. Her rosy red lips were fuller, her teeth biting down on her bottom one. Her slightly pink cheeks matched perfectly with her lips. Her nose was bit smaller then Elena's but her huge dark brown eyes made up for it. Eyes that were staring into him. Staring into his very being. Her eyes were dark but they held something in them. What did they...she want from him? He stared into those seductive eyes and finally read the message. They were daring him.

Daring him.

Something in him snapped and before he could realize what he was doing...he was on her.

On every inch of her.

Because...he wanted her. He's never wanted something as badly as he did that moment.

...Predictable? Or no?

Does this count as a cliffhanger? :P

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