DPOV

"What?"

"Heaven. I know, I'm surprised, too. But, lets get you some better clothes." I looked down. I was still shirtless in my black jeans.

"Okay..." I said.

She led me to a me to a little shop down the street and walked down a few aisles.

"Ha! Here you go." She handed me a white button up shirt and pants.

"Got anything more...Black?" She laughed again.

"Nope. We all wear white."

"Yeah...but I don't wear white." I said.

"Well, you do now."

"No, I don't. I've been dressing myself for the past...whatever amount of years and I do not wear white."

"Put the clothes on Damon."

"No."

"Damon, put them on."

"No."

"Damon-"

"Okay, how about this, I just put the shirt on?"

"Whatever. You are so stubborn!" I handed her the pants back and slipped the shirt on.

"Now, send me home." I said.

"It doesn't work that way, Damon."

"Well it's going to work that way this time. I have to get back to Bella, and Stefan. I promised we'd be a family again! I have to be with Elena!"

"Stop! Who's Elena?"

"I...uh...Funny story..."

"Really? I wouldn't mind a laugh."

"I...um...She...She's Stefan's ex..."

"I'm not laughing yet, go on."

"And...I love her, too." I closed my eyes ready for the smack to the side of my head. When it didn't come I opened my eyes. That's when she slapped me.

"Fine." She said. "I'll see what I can do."

"What?"

"I'll have to send your guardian angel to the big guy and that may take a little while. You're lucky you aren't completely dead yet. You're still in transition. "

I nodded. "Thank you!"

"Come on, you must be hungry."

She took my arm and continued walking.