ElenaPOV

Damon laid me on my bed. I starred up at him as he tucked me in.

"Damon..." I whispered. He looked down at me.

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" He asked, sitting on the edge of my bad.

"For not being able to choose." He sighed and kissed my forehead.

"Don't be, sweetheart. It's not your fault." He got up. "Get some sleep. I love you."

"Love you, too." I mummbled, then fell straight into sleep.

DPOV

I closed Elena's door, and turneed around.

"Damn it Stefan." I said, jumpping backwards. "Warn somebody, you scarred the hell out of me."

Stefan didn't laugh. He didn't smile, smirk, he didn't do any thing.

"We need to talk." I put a hand over my heart.

"Stefan, are you...breaking up with me?" I chuckled a little, but I didn't get anything from Stefan.

"Downstairs, Damon." I headed for the stairs and muttered,

"Kill joy."

When I made it down stairs, I poured my self a drink.

"You want one?" I asked.

"No. Sit down, Damon." I did.

"Stay away from Elena." He said simply

I stood and walked over to him. He wasn't intimidated, I wasn't that much bigger than him, but he was a little scarred. He knew, if it came down to it, I could kick his ass.

"First off, little boy, don't use that tone with me when I'm sober enough to notice."

"When are you ever sober." He retorted.

"Second, I can friends with who ever I want. Wether it's your girlfriend, Bella's best friend, or just some random guy. I'm a grown man, I can handle myself."

"This isn't about you, this is about Elena." Stefan snapped.

"We're friends, Stefan." I said, probably for the millionth time. "We're really good friends. And, unless she wants to change it, it will stay that way. So I suggest you drop this, and go to bed. We worked pretty hard tonight, it we'll do it again tomorrow. Goodnight, little brother."

With that, I tossed back the rest of my drink, put the glass down, and went to my room.