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"So where do I sleep?" I asked Caroline; I already knew the answer, but I wanted to be polite. She looked at me confused, "where do you think?" She asked with a laugh, "you're sleeping in my room, as usual!" I gave her a smile before toting my bags into her room.
"You redecorated!" I examined. Her walls were now a light yellow color as opposed to the hot pink they had been in high school. It was a beautiful room, not nearly as extravagant as those at the boarding house, but beautiful just the same. "I figured it was time for a change." She replied, hopping onto the bed. We both changed into more comfortable clothes in silence before either of us said another word. I knew she was dying to know what had happened between Damon and I, but I didn't know if I was ready to talk about it, at least not yet.
"So are you going to spill or am I going to have to pull it out of you?" Caroline asked, unable to control her curiosity. Honestly, I was surprised she had lasted this long. I gave a rueful laugh, "I told him that we couldn't be together; let's just say he didn't take it the best." She rolled her eyes, "Elena, that's not going to cut it; I need the details!" She insisted. With some persuading I told her everything. I told her about how I still cared about Damon, about his profession of love, about the passionate kiss we had shared, about the magnetic pull I felt when I was around him, everything. "And Elijah?" She asked. I looked down, considering her question, not knowing how to answer it. "Elijah is the nicest man I have ever known, he is sweet and generous, and everything a girl could ever hope for." I explained, hoping that Caroline would understand what I was trying to say. "But he's not Damon." She concluded, and I nodded my head in agreement. She let out a yawn, and I pulled out my phone to check the time, 1:30 AM. "Goodnight" She whispered, closing her eyes to go to sleep. "Thanks care." I whispered, knowing that she couldn't hear me, it just felt good to say it.
"Try this one!" Caroline exclaimed, thrusting yet another dress into my face. I gave a sigh, we had been searching for my bridesmaid dress for the last three hours and I had tried on pretty much every dress in the store. "I liked the first one, care." I whined, trying to avoid trying on the dark blue dress I was now holding. "Just try it!" She urged, pushing me back into the dressing room. "If you don't like it we'll get the first one." She called as I was slipping on the dress. It was gorgeous, I had to admit; It was a tight fitting dress with intricate beading around the chest area, and I couldn't help but love it. I walked out into the lobby hesitantly, my eyes searching Caroline's expression for her feelings on the dress. "That's the one." she whispered, her mouth dropping open. I smiled, embarrassed, "stop looking at me like that!" I snapped, giggling. She shrugged "What, you're hot!"
After we bought the dress we headed to the grille to get a bite to eat. "So I'll just have to tell Damon to get a blue tie to match and we'll be gold!" She smiled, looking more excited than I had seen her since I arrived. "I just can't believe you're getting married!" I replied, giving her a big smile. "I know! And to Stefan Salvatore! I mean, that is like every girls dream!" She said, popping a fry into her mouth. "I looked down, knowing that she wasn't completely right." She shook her head knowingly, "almost every girls dream." She corrected, "some prefer the jack ass older brother." She smirked, before breaking out into a fit of giggles. "Shut up!" I yelled across the table, letting out a few giggles of my own.
Caroline stopped laughing abruptly and gave an uncomfortable grimace, "speak of the devil." She muttered, and I groaned. I had been avoiding Damon all day; I wasn't mad at him, I just didn't know what to say. I couldn't give him what he wanted, and it was killing me. "He's walking towards us." She whispered urgently, and I started to turn around. "Don't!" She snapped, I turned back to face her. "Are you going to talk to him?" She asked, and I rolled my eyes. "I don't really have a choice." She gave me one last sympathetic look before Damon arrived at the table.
"Can I talk to you?" He asked, placing his hand on my shoulder. Almost instantly an electric shock began pulsing through me, the same as every other time he touched me, it was addicting. "Sure." I said, moving my shoulder away from his touch and getting up; He led me outside wordlessly. "I wanted to apologize." He said guiltily. "I'm not mad Damon, I just...I'm just overwhelmed." He gave a sigh, "I just wish that you could understand how much you mean to me, how much it kills me to see you walk out of the boarding house. I wish that you knew how badly I wanted to kiss you every time we are together." He confessed, passion evident in his stormy blue eyes. "I'm sorry." I whispered, meaning it with everything in me. I didn't want to hurt Damon, I wanted him to be happy, to live the life he deserved, I just didn't know how to give that to him. "I want you Elena, but I'm not going to chase you." He said finally. That stung, I knew I should be happy that he was going to move on, but all I felt was a growing feeling of hurt. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, and I could feel them rolling down my cheeks, staining my shirt. "Good." I whispered, although I didn't mean it. He reached up to wipe away my tears, caressing my face, "I will always love you." He whispered, and with that he turned and walked away. I watched him go, tears streaming down my face. I wanted him, I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything, but I couldn't have him, and it was horrible.
"Your doing the right thing." Caroline said from beside me, wrapping me in a hug. "It doesn't feel right." I mumbled through my tears. "If you acted on your feelings both of you would just get hurt, not to mention Elijah if he ever found out." She stated. I knew she was right, all I would do was hurt Damon; I was going to be here for a few weeks and then I was going to leave Mystic Falls, leave Damon; I couldn't put him through that, not again.
"Okay...no no you're right...yeah...sounds good" Caroline had been on the phone for the past hour and a half, leaving me to go through the last 12 editions of Vogue. Se glanced over at me, biting her lip, but as soon as I met her eyes she looked away. "What's wrong?" I mouthed, but she ignored me. "Okay, love you Stefan." She hung up the phone, coming to sit next to me on the bed hesitantly. "Okay don't hate me.." She started, waiting to see my reaction. I laughed nervously, waiting for her to continue, "you and Damon are going to have to go run some errands together tomorrow..." She rushed, obviously not to happy about having to break the news. The color drained out of my face, and it was all I could do to give a stiff nod, "yeah, umm..that's fine." Managing a smile that looked more like a grimace. She rolled her eyes, "it's obviously not fine!" She exclaimed, "...but Stefan's orders." She finished regretfully. I sighed, "maybe me and Damon can split the errands?" I suggested. She shifted her weight, suddenly becoming bet interested in the patterns on her bedspread. "Not exactly." I groaned, "what kind of 'errands' are we going to be running exactly?" I asked. She hesitated, refusing to meet my eyes. "CAROLINE!" I threatened. "Okay! Okay! You have to take 'best couple' pictures.." She said, still not looking at me. "If anybody needs me i'll be jumping off the nearest bridge." I said sarcastically, moving to get up from the bed. "I'm sorry!" She screamed after me, not knowing that I was totally kidding about leaving. "Calm down care! I'm just getting a drink!" i yelled back, "preferably a strong one."
I searched the cabinets for anything alcoholic and had found 4 bottles of vodka by the time Caroline got down the stairs. "SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! EVERYBODY!" I started singing at the top of my lungs, dancing around the kitchen like a lunatic. Caroline just stood, staring at me In confusion, struggling to suppress her laughter. "Come on care! Have some fun, let loose!" I urged, earning me an eye roll. "Says Elena, the goody two shoes." She mumbled under her breath. "You know you wanna." I pressed, prancing up to her, shaking the vodka bottle in her face. "Fine!" She succumbed, grabbing the bottle and taking a giant drink. "Wooohhoooo!" I screamed, drinking from the other bottle.
"You are so much more fun when you're upset about Damon!" Caroline screamed over the now blaring music. "No! Don't say his name!" I returned just as loudly, bursting into a fit of giggles. "What should we call him then?" She questioned. I had to think about that, "SAM!" I decided. "Why Sam?" Caroline asked, confused. "SEXY AND MUSCULAR!" I screamed, finishing off my second bottle of vodka before falling onto the couch. "I'm going to be so hung over." I groaned, thinking about the inevitable. "It was so worth it!" She replied, collapsing next to me. I smiled at her, and we both fell asleep, bottles scattered all around us, music still blaring.
The next morning I woke up to the chuckling of an all to familiar voice. "Wakey wakey...poptarts and OJ." He said sarcastically, shaking me awake. I groaned, stretching my back, "what are you doing here Damon?"
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