Awkward moments.
They happen all the time.
Only, this time, it seemed like the most uncomfortable moment of Damon's life.
And Katherine's.
The million dollar question?
What the hell do two people say to each other after they've had their sixth round of sex, and cannot go on?
And then, before anyone, including the writer or reader can give an answer, they heard something downstairs.
Both of them sat up, with Katherine muttering a, "oh, I don't think I can walk after all that." And Damon's undead heart probably starting up.
To say, it was awkward when Stefan burst in, and Katherine shoved her head under the covers to hide, was again, a mammoth-sized understatement.
And then, Katherine peeked her head out.
"Is that, Elena?" Stefan asked, that completely baffled-school boy look on him.
"Um, yes?" Damon replied, with Katherine rolling her eyes.
"It's me. And this better not get out!" she started, sitting up, holding the covers to the neck.
But she was too late, because Stefan passed out.
Leaving again, behind him, an extremely, amazingly awkward situation.
"Well. Um, now what?" Katherine asked, daring to speak up and break up the silence.
"We hide the body." Damon said, reverting to his sarcastic self.
Katherine rolled her eyes, before standing up, and starting to wear her clothes again.
On the other side, so did Damon.
While Stefan lay there. Looking dead. Yes, that was pun-intended.
x-x-x
Elena was pretty sure she was PMSing. If vampires could do that.
She was surrounded by her friends, her family, her now-gone-to-check-on-Damon boyfriend, and possible acquaintances.
And she was having the worst time of her life.
She was surprised at how good she could act, fake-smiling and all.
She felt incomplete. Like this part of her was gone, and she was never going to get it back.
That part told her to not care what everyone else said, and go back and be with Damon. While the other side of her told her that she would lose all the support, and the safe feeling she got with Stefan.
She shook her head, and smiled at bonnie, as she passed by.
Stefan. Where was he? He had told her he was going to be back in fifteen minutes, half hour tops.
And it had been forty-five minutes since then. She shrugged it off, and went to Caroline who was signaling her to come over behind the cabin.
The thoughts still came.
Where are Damon and Katherine? Where's Stefan? Where is he?
x-x-x
What Elena didn't know was what was happening back at the boarding house.
Damon was now dragging Stefan onto the couch, with Katherine carrying his legs.
"We should have just shoved him into the supply closet." Katherine muttered, rubbing her arms.
"Yeah, to have him wake up with mops. That's actually kinda funny." Damon answered, taking a blood bag from the fridge, before offering her one.
She stared at it, and then took it, tearing a hole, and drinking deeply.
Damon did the same, as they both sat down, facing each other.
Even after they had their meal, they simply sat there, like anti-social teenagers, staring at each other.
"So…what type of blood do you prefer?" Damon asked, knowing that was probably the dumbest thing he had ever said.
Ghost Alaric face-palmed.
"I prefer AB positive. It's got a nice taste to it." She answered, her eyes looking at the carpet as if it was the most amazing thing she had ever seen.
"Holy hell!" Stefan yelled, waking up, breathing heavily.
"I had the craziest dream! You two were in bed together. Like that'd ever happen. What happened?" Stefan asked, before gasping as his memory returned.
"You two- oh my god. I'm so disappointed in you. You two did the- the, unforgivable thing. Elena's going to be heartbroken!" Stefan yelled, standing up and pacing.
Damon put two arms on his brother's shoulder.
"Yes, I and katherine did the nasty-nasty. Big deal. And Elena isn't going to be heartbroken because you're not going to tell her, anything!" Damon yelled back.
"Not a word, pretty boy." Katherine said as well, standing up.
"She doesn't know anything, and doesn't suspect anything. So, shut up, and calm down." Damon said, his arms leaving Stefan's shoulders.
He stared at Katherine.
Katherine stared at Damon.
And Damon stared at Stefan.
It was like the mafia stare-down for the next five minutes.
"Fine, I won't say a thing." Stefan said, already nervous.
Both Katherine and Damon breathed sighs of relief.
Until Elena came barging in from the door.
The tire-some trio sucked their breaths in again.
"What's happening over here?" she asked, putting her purse down.
"She's on to us." Damon whispered to Katherine, who shook her head.
The Mafia-stare down started again.
Damon, Katherine, Stefan and Elena.
And then, Stefan popped.
"I CAUGHT DAMON IN BED WITH KATHERINE!" Stefan yelled, loudly.
Ghost-lexi face palmed now.
"DUDE!" Damon yelled, staring at his idiot of a brother.
"Really, Stefan?" Katherine shouted, glaring unbelievably at Stefan.
"Wait, what?" Elena asked, her eyes filled with anger.
"We, um, did it. The dirty deed. Whatever, Elena, please don't freak out." Damon said, carefully analyzing Elena.
"I…I can't even… I have to go…I have to be alone….I have, um…I need, to think about this." She said, more to herself than to anyone else, as she picked up her purse and walked out.
"Elena, wait!" Stefan yelled, following her out.
"Well, this sucks." Damon said, sitting down, again.
Katherine made a sad face.
"Wanna destroy Stefan's room?" she asked, shrugging.
"Let's do it." Damon answered, standing up, as they went to destroy st. Stefan's private chambers.
After they were done, the room looked like it had been nuked.
On the right side wall, "bambi murderer" was spray painted in neon green.
On the opposite wall, "Edward Cullen wannabe" was spray painted in a more, feminine print.
Damon and Katherine could both hug each other right now, thanks to their good work.
But they didn't. They just high-fived each other, and parted ways for a while.
"I'll be at the grill." Damon lied.
"I'll be doing whatever evil-stuff I do, usually." Lied Katherine, as well.
"bye." They both said in unison, smiling a little, as Damon went to visit Alaric's grave, and Katherine went to get drunk.
One thought was in their minds.
That could not have been any more awkward.
x-x-x
Rebekah had an inner battle going on in her head, continuously as she and matt boarded the plane.
Her head told her that he had said that they wouldn't work out.
Her heart told her that it would work out in the end.
So, she decided to go with her heart on this one and held his hand, as they sat on their designated seats.
She got this stupid smile on her face, and so did matt, which they didn't show to anyone, not even themselves, but it was there.
That was the smile their heart was responsible for.
x-x-x
Damon sat on the tombstone, and drank.
"Buddy, I might be doing something stupid. Extremely stupid. Something like, walking down the road of falling in love with a girl who everyone hates. But people hate me too, so I can't really judge. Anyways, Like I said, immensely stupid." He said, taking another swig of his vodka.
Ghost Alaric shook his head, smiling a little.
"There is no hope for these idiots. I should have left instructions." He said, putting an assuring hand on Damon's shoulder.
And even though, Damon didn't feel it, he felt like there was someone there for him, and he smiled, a little.
And that smile, was from his heart.
x-x-x
Well? How was it? Was it good? I'm pretty happy with how this came out. It's equally funny, dramatic and hearty.
Smile part. Hope you guys like that.
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