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It's A Boy Girl Thing

Ch 8. Witchy Experiment Part 2

When Elena enters the Salvatore home after spending the afternoon with Damon and Bonnie at Sheila Bennett's, Stefan seems to be waiting for her. Well, he's waiting for Damon. As soon as Elena closes the door and starts towards the stairs to go up to Damon's room, Stefan cuts her off.

"Where were you?" Stefan demands in a gravely serious tone.

Elena takes a step back and looks Stefan in the eyes, not liking his attitude one bit. "Elena and I already told you we're working on a project together."

"Funny how you end up randomly paired with my girlfriend so often," Stefan comments sarcastically. "Almost makes me wonder if maybe you're doing it on purpose."

Is this how Stefan treats Damon all the time? Is this why Damon treats her so badly? Or is that just of his own doing because he's naturally a dick? Regardless, Elena is in this body, so she's going to defend it. "How could I do it on purpose, Stefan? Get real."

"Stay away from Elena, Damon," Stefan warns threateningly. "I mean it. I'm not going to tell you again."

"Whatever," Elena says with a roll of Damon's icy blue eyes as she pushes past Stefan to the staircase. After climbing a few stairs, she grumbles, "Maybe it's time to let go of the past..."

"What the fuck did you say?" Stefan yells, causing Elena to flinch.

Guess that wasn't as quiet as I thought it was...Elena doesn't know whether to keep heading to Damon's room or to stop and face Stefan. He's like a ticking time bomb at the moment, so it's not exactly the best time to bother him, but she already brought up the topic on her mind. Is it wrong to continue what she started?

"You obviously heard me," Elena replies testily. She's trying to answer like Damon without overdoing it. She doesn't want to end up getting punched in the face by Stefan.

"Me let go of the past?" Stefan growls angrily, "You're the one who will never let it go, Damon. You still can't accept that Katherine wanted me more! And you've fucked all my girlfriends, any girl I was even remotely attracted to, for that matter, since then. I'll let it go when you do."

"Well why'd you do it?" Elena asks, ignoring all the other comments Stefan said. She'll sift through that new batch of information later. Right now, she wants to know Stefan's side of the story; if she can get it out of him, that is.

"What? This again?" Stefan sighs loudly, and Elena knows Damon must have asked this question before, maybe more than once. "She came on to me first, Damon. She wanted me. You just will never believe it. You really loved her that much? You're pathetic."

"Okay," Elena nods, blank-faced, "Thanks." She proceeds to walk slowly to Damon's room, digesting the argument she pretty much caused between the step-brothers. She didn't have to do that. She could have avoided it completely if she'd kept her mouth shut and came up here when she had the chance. She learned a little more about Katherine, though. She also learned how cold-hearted Stefan can be. She would have never pictured him this way and she'd never believe it if she didn't see it with her own eyes.

Damon isn't perfect, definitely not, but at least he doesn't pretend like he is. Stefan does. Stefan is a fake. Damon might sleep with girls, but he doesn't keep it a secret. Stefan sneaks around. Stefan is capable of infidelity. If he could sleep with his step-brother's girlfriend, he could cheat on Elena. Who is she dating? Is Stefan even any better than Damon? Now that she knows Damon slept with all the girls Stefan had interest in to get revenge, she feels sort of disgusted with him. But she doesn't know if that's fair. Stefan could be misconstruing the details to insult Damon. She doesn't know the facts. This situation is much more complicated than she originally thought. She should have left it alone.

Elena begins to feel the exhaustion kicking in that Sheila warned her and Damon about. I guess that magic did do something. Elena remembers the instructions to drink water, so she drinks a glass, as told. Then she lays down for a nap because she simply can't keep her eyes open. She doesn't wake up until the next morning...

Monday morning, Damon wakes thirty minutes earlier than usual to see the result of the previous night's enchantment. Damon hopes to open his eyes to his bedroom, and start out the week like any other. His hopes are quickly crushed when he opens his eyes. He's still in Elena's bed, in Elena's body, in Elena's room.

"What the Hell?" He asks the ceiling angrily, "Why didn't it work?"

Damon groans as he sits up, eyes immediately trailing over to the window that overlooks his bedroom next door. He wonders if Elena is awake yet, if she knows the spell Bonnie's Grams cast didn't work. What was all the smoke and fire for if nothing happened? Why did he and Elena's hands feel like they were welded together with hot iron before they let go of each other? All that was for nothing? What a bunch of bullshit.

Damon is too angry to begin the morning routine it takes to get ready in this female body. He's too angry to do anything but pout about the fact that he's not in his body yet. His blood is pumping through his veins almost painfully strong. Damon keeps staring at the window...He has to go over there. He changes from Elena's striped pajama pants to a pair of jeans, and pulls a zip-up sweatshirt over the teal blue cami he wore to bed. He runs the brush on the dresser through Elena's hair and snags the long, dark tresses up into a ponytail. He's kind of gotten better at that. It's a learn-as-you-go kind of thing. For some reason, he brushes his teeth, before stepping into sneakers and opening the window. He grips the branch and swings across easier this time than the first.

Inside, Elena has already been awake for a while. She took a shower, brushed her teeth, made the bed, and then put pajamas on again and got back in bed. That's how early she was up. She fell asleep so early yesterday that it was impossible to get a full night's sleep. She had woken up again around the same time as Damon, and has been worrying if her odd sleeping schedule last night fudged up the spell. She's convinced herself that's why she's still in Damon's body. It's her fault. She didn't fucking sleep through the night and now she's stuck in Damon's body. She's gotten herself so worked up that her heart is beating erratically, pumping her veins with unnecessary adrenaline.

Seeing Damon climbing through the window, Elena stands up and prepares herself for what is sure to be an angry remark from Damon. Instead, when he straightens up and their eyes meet, both of them freeze. A curious sensation overcomes them, and, almost like magnets, they drift closer together. Even though Elena is staring at herself, she can't help but feel filled with warmth and...love? She is desperate to be closer, to touch, and to smell, to taste. The feeling is so strong that nothing else matters. She can't remember what she was doing before or what she'll be doing after. All there is, is now, and him.

Damon has never seen anyone more beautiful, and somewhere deep in his mind he acknowledges that he's looking at himself, but it's not him. It's Elena. He knows she's in there, and he wants her. It's like this body he inhabits has been on a mission all morning, and even though he didn't know, he ended up exactly where he was supposed to be. He welcomes the heat that fills his body, pooling in his lower belly, as he stops in front of his own body just barely touching. He can feel electricity tingling between them and he holds his breath in anticipation before taking the final step and grabbing his Elena-occupied body by the waist. He swears their bodies sizzle as they come in contact. It's fiery and hot; and he wants more.

Elena's eyes flutter shut as Damon closes the space between them, a shudder running through her and goose bumps popping up on her skin. Her body has never reacted this way from one little touch, and even though a small part of her finds it strange that this is happening from her hands touching Damon's body, but a bigger part of her doesn't care. It's more important to have more of this feeling than to put a stop to it, so Elena goes with it. She lets her hands respond to Damon's touch, falling over his shoulders and pulling him flush against her.

She opens her eyes and stares straight into Damon's, and instead of seeing her eyes, she sees Damon's face, but she knows this isn't because they miraculously switched bodies at one touch; she's seeing Damon's soul inside her body. She wonders, What is going on?

Damon is seeing the same thing, and he's in awe of how beautiful Elena and her soul are. She is so overwhelming; she's consuming him. He hears her question, too, and replies, I don't know.

Elena feels Damon's uncertainty, like secondary emotions of herself. She is dazed and confused but craving more of this feeling. Damon is also needy and excited, but he has a small feeling this isn't right. Elena soothes Damon's unsure thoughts as she presses her forehead against Damon's, brushing their noses together, and kissing him lightly.

That one taste was enough to convince Damon this is what he came here for, and he melts into her, his eyes falling closed, though he still sees Elena's face shining through. He grips her neck, swearing it feels like her small, fragile neck and not his own. He kisses her desperately, falling away from reality as he tastes the most heavenly lips. He will never stop. Of their own accord, their bodies move to the bed. As Damon pushes Elena down on the bed and she looks up at him with smoldering eyes, he can feel himself drifting away, but he's not alone because she's there. Somehow he knows their bodies are still on his bed, in his bedroom, but their minds have gone elsewhere. Damon is Elena and Elena is Damon, and they are One.

Ayana watches the exchange from the spirit realm, wise old eyes glinting with mischief. She is the Trickster and no one can pull one over on her, not even a powerful witch of her bloodline, like Sheila Bennett. Ayana isn't done having her fun with Damon and Elena, so she won't release them from the curse she's placed them under. When Sheila tried to interfere, Ayana took that as a chance to have some more fun. The mind-reading spell was simple, and easy to set right, but the Soul Mate Spell is one of the most powerful enchantments. It is so strong and so special that if the counter spell isn't completed in under twenty-four hours, it is permanent.

Every kiss, every brush of skin against skin, every breath brings Elena closer to Damon. She can literally see inside of his soul. His mind and hers are sharing thoughts and memories. Elena sees Damon in her mind's eye: a child, only five years old. He is crying and all alone. She reaches out to him and he takes her hand as he tells her his mommy is gone, and she's never coming back, and that means no one will ever love him again. His little body shivers and shakes, and Elena pulls him into her lap to keep him warm. He thinks he is undeserving of such kindness, especially from her, that he is undeserving of love. Elena feels that Damon thinks that is true. He believes he is unlovable. Her heart breaks for him, and she holds him tighter, swearing, I will never let you feel like that again. You deserve to be loved…you are loved. I love you. The little Damon stops his shaking and smiles.

Although Elena is experiencing a very private moment in Damon's life, he isn't witnessing her with himself as a child. He hears her words, he feels their truth, but he is having another experience entirely. Damon is with Elena, floating weightlessly on nothingness. She is so beautiful; she is glowing, like an angel. He sees all the best qualities in her: compassion, wit, loyalty, drive, curiousity, strength. He reassures her of her insecurities. She has a small scar on her heart, from a past love that hurt her very bad, and he knows she is still hurting from the wound.

I have one, too. He says of her scar. Who hurt you?

Elena blinks her wide brown eyes. She would normally feel put on the spot being asked such a personal question, but she doesn't feel that way with Damon. She wants to tell him, wants him to know every one of her secrets. Matt…He said he loved me. He lied. He left…

She lied to me too. Katherine…

I wasn't good enough. Elena shares her deepest secret. I tried to be everything he wanted. I loved him so much. But I wasn't enough.

Damon feels anger towards Matt. He wants to hurt him. He wants to hurt anyone who ever made Elena feel like she was less than she's worth. He's the one who's no good. You're perfect. You're better than perfect. You deserve the world…I would never leave you…

Elena presses her hand into Damon's, their palms meeting and fingers linking together in an intimate motion. Elena kisses every piece of skin she can reach. They peel the clothes off each other, needing to feel more of the other, needing to be as close as they can possibly get. Neither are aware of what they are actually doing, or that this is the result of the spell Sheila cast upon them yesterday, or that they might regret taking this too far later. Nothing but he and she exist.

Until they are interrupted…

"Damon! What the fuck are you doing in there?" Knock-Knock!

Damon and Elena jump apart in shock, gasping for air like they've been holding their breath this whole time. Elena stares at Damon with eyes wide. What did they just do? She doesn't have a shirt on, her jeans are unbuttoned, and Damon's body is sporting a painfully large boner. She adjusts herself, because it really does hurt, and leans her bare back against the headboard of Damon's bed.

Damon is at the opposite end of the bed, equally breathless and confused. One second, he's in Elena's mind, sharing intimate details of his life with her and vice versa…And the next second, he's back in Elena's body, wondering how that happened and why he's now horny as fuck. Did they almost just have sex? His pants have somehow been removed and thrown aside, same with the sweatshirt he wore over, leaving Elena's body in only a cami and panties. Damon tries to get his breathing under control.

"Hello?!" The pounding outside of Damon's bedroom door resumes, Stefan demanding, "Damon, what the Hell?"

Damon widens his eyes at Elena and motions for her to say something, anything. She shrugs and calls back to Stefan, "Uh…sorry. Be right out. One minute!" She turns to Damon and whispers accusingly, "What the fuck just happened?" What she means is, why is Stefan yelling? Were they being loud? Oh. My. GOD! Did he hear us moaning or something?!

She would blame me for this, Damon thinks with a roll of his eyes. "I don't know. You tell me."

Elena wants to feel ashamed by what happened. She and Damon totally lost control of themselves. They let the situation go that far, and it never should have happened. She's not ashamed though, because deep down she still wants more, and she doesn't care that they lost control; she only cares that they got caught. But Stefan is the one who interrupted them, and Stefan is her boyfriend. She knows that's wrong, and that should mean what she and Damon were doing was wrong, but how can something that feels so right be wrong?

"We were-" Elena says before shaking her head. She tries again, "We were sharing thoughts again."

"Yeah, but it wasn't just that," Damon points out. "It was-"

"So much more," Elena finishes. "I couldn't stop it, it was-"

"Uncontrollable." Damon suggests. "It was-" He was going to say Amazing. He doesn't say it.

Elena agrees. It was Amazing. She doesn't admit what she's truly thinking. Instead, she reminds, "It was a spell. We have to call Bonnie's Grams."

Now that she's pointed it out, Damon knows it's the right thing to do. They are under a spell. They should call Sheila Bennett and tell her. They should go straight over there and fix this problem now. But he doesn't want to.

Elena watches Damon climb off the bed and pick her pants up from the floor to put them on. After buttoning them, he turns to face Elena and her mouth falls open in shock. She jumps up and points at the huge hickey just above her collarbone, exclaiming, "Oh my God. Did I do that?"

Surprised, Damon swirls around to look in the mirror. Damn, that's a huge hickey! He chuckles quietly before answering, "I guess so." Elena's face is so horrified, Damon can't help but laugh.

"This isn't funny," Elena says with a shake of her head. "What is so funny? I mean, besides the fact that I did this to myself, what is funny? Stefan is going to see this." An idea pops into Elena's head and she grabs Damon's hand, tugging him towards the window where he entered. "Come on, I can fix it. But I need to get over to my room. That's where my makeup is."

Damon agrees, but pulls his hand free from Elena's grip, because he can feel the pent-up desire creeping back. He doesn't know if he can trust himself being this close to her. The heavenly touches and fiery kisses are still fresh on his mind, coaxing him to finish what he started. He still wants Elena, wants all of Elena.

"Probably shouldn't touch," Damon says quickly. "Not a good idea right now."

Elena nods solemnly. He's right. She still has a fucking hard-on from their crazy moment, and it's just starting to go away. She can't risk it coming back, as much as she'd like it to. Where the fuck did that come from? She'd like to have a boner? But it's true…she wants it, so she can use it, and even though the thought of using Damon's body to have sex with her own still sounds wrong…somewhere deeper inside of her, she knows it would be worth it. Because somehow, it wouldn't just be having sex, it would be more. What would their minds do then? I need to know.

"Definitely not a good idea," Elena backs up Damon's words. "I think we're under some kind of love spell…"

Damon stares at Elena longingly. He nods his head, unable to speak because his mind is singing praises to Elena right now. Isn't she lovely? Yes, she's lovely. She's beautiful. She's perfect. He loves her…but he doesn't really love her. He doesn't.

Do I?

Damon climbs the tree and swings over to Elena's room first. He watches Elena grab the branch firmly and throw herself forward. The branch groans loudly in protest, and Damon is scared the branch is going to crack and toss Elena to the ground in his body, but thankfully it doesn't break. Damon grabs Elena's hand to help her in the window and then releases her quickly. He doesn't know what he grabbed her for. He just said they shouldn't be touching each other. She was already inside the window. He didn't have to try and pull a Stefan and do the gentlemanly thing by rescuing the damsel. Besides, he's the damsel, she's the one in the male body. It's just weird…but God does he want her!

Elena ignores the sound of her heart pounding loudly against her ribcage and smiles at Damon unsurely. She doesn't know how much more self-control she has. That magnetic feeling is sucking her in to Damon again…Elena fights it this time, though. She needs makeup. She keeps her mind focused on getting the makeup. She tears her gaze from Damon and starts looking through her makeup case for concealer and two different kinds of foundation.

"Sit," She tells Damon, patting the chair in front of her vanity.

Damon obediently sits, and immediately closes his eyes so he doesn't have to look directly at Elena as she applies the makeup to the hickey she gave him. She squeezes the concealer on to her fingers before gently rubbing them against Damon's neck, feeling like tiny sparks of heat explode under her touch. Damon takes in a sharp breath and holds it. His whole body is reacting to the feather-light touches of two fingertips on his neck.

Damon warns, "You need to hurry."

"I'm trying," Elena says, slightly panicked. Oh fuck! Why do my lips look so yummy right now? Ugh, I want to kiss him so bad...so bad it fucking hurts. Why does it hurt? "Okay, okay..." Elena pats the powder foundation over the now invisible hickey, "I'm done."

She throws the foundation down and backs away from Damon quickly, turning to grip the dresser tightly as she takes a deep breath. Behind her, she can hear Damon take a long breath too, the first one since she started applying the makeup. Without looking back, she grabs her pink cell phone from the nightstand and announces, "I'm calling Sheila. We have to...We have to do something about this."

"Yeah," Damon agrees in a husky tone as he gets up from the chair, "We do..."

Elena's hands are shaking as she scrolls through the contacts for Sheila Bennett's number, but Damon grabs her hand with his smaller, olive-colored one. Elena stops. Damon finishes what he was saying before, "Not that though...I need to know." He takes the phone and throws it away from them. Elena twirls around to face him, unsure whether to be angry or admit she was thinking the same thing. She knows they shouldn't do this, but Damon's eyes say this is happening. He uses all of Elena's strength to push his own larger body backward onto the bed behind them.

Elena uses her last bit of will to warn Damon, "We're not going to be able to stop this time." She saw the clock before; it's late and everyone has left her house for work or school. There's no one to interrupt them...

Damon climbs on top of her body, straddling what he knows and doesn't care is his body, because once he has his lips on hers, he sees her again. And it's really her. Elena. He captures her lips, and when he closes his eyes, he's kissing Elena's lips rather than the other way around. Their minds connect in an instant, his reply to her warning responding, I don't want to stop. He doesn't know what came over him, but when she tried to call Sheila he felt he desperately had to stop her. He needed to finish what they started so they both could find out what would happen. Now that they are One again, he knows she needs to know too.

Elena can't explain how, the second their mouths touch, she is completely lost in Damon. This time, her desire for him is more powerful than before. She can see him in his form; when her hands touch his chest, it is his, and his lips are his lips. She can't comprehend, but sure is appreciative, because his body is wonderful. She has no idea when their clothes came off, or if that's just the fantasy, but she relishes in the heat of his skin on hers. She devours his mouth, tasting him with her tongue, and loving every moment of it. She feels so perfect, so amazing, she wants to cry.

Elena is like a goddess and Damon can't believe he never noticed how beautiful she was before. She makes him feel safe and warm and he doesn't know why. She makes him forget Katherine ever existed. How could she even compare to Elena? Elena is perfection. He could write a million songs about Elena and it wouldn't be enough. Katherine was a selfish bitch with a pretty face, and he doesn't care that Stefan stole her, because he has Elena. Elena is his. For once, it's not about payback or Stefan at all. Elena was made for him. He can feel it in his heart and soul. He can feel it in her kiss and her touch. She can feel it too. She kisses him passionately, her mind telling his, I'm yours.

At this point, in the real world, - you know, where Elena and Damon obviously aren't at right now - they've stripped their bodies of all their clothes and are laying naked against each other. Every inch of skin in contact with another: nose to nose, chest to chest, toe to toe. They have been kissing and touching, rolling over each other for dominance, seeking the ultimate pleasure for what feels like hours to them...and actually is. It's almost noon, and at just after one this afternoon, if the spell isn't reversed, they will be stuck like this forever...But they are in ecstacy, so they don't care.

Damon and Elena are close, so close, to completing what they started and finally learning what happens when they do. They are high on lust and fueled by desire, but also deeply connected on a level they never knew existed before. If they had it their way, they'd be making love for the next week straight and not even stop for a drink or food. In fact, if Bonnie hadn't walked in when she did, Elena and Damon may have started a sex session that lasted the rest of their lives.

"Guys!" Bonnie yells, clapping her hands over her eyes when she sees that Elena and Damon are buck-ass nude on the bed. Her Grams was right! They are under a very powerful love spell. "We have exactly forty-five minutes to fix this or you're stuck like this forever!" She hopes they can hear her, and that they aren't still...whatever it is they were doing. She doesn't even want to know. Were they having sex? Were they about to? Did they already? She doesn't know, but she needs to help her best friend before she's stuck loving Damon Salvatore the rest of her life. "Elena! Damon! Stop!" She practically screams before she has their attention. "Get dressed! We have to go now!"

Somehow, Bonnie manages to keep their hands off each other long enough to get the two of them dressed and in the back seat of her car. It was almost impossible. She wasted at least twenty minutes, if not more. Now that they are in the back seat of the car together, they have resumed sucking face. Bonnie can't believe this is happening. She has seen and heard way too many weird things this week. Her life is never going to be normal after that. Her best friend is in Damon Salvatore's body, and he in hers, and they're trying to have sex with each other. How could that get any weirder?

Sheila runs outside to help Bonnie when she sees her granddaughter's silver car pull into the driveway. She opens one door, and Bonnie the other, and they each grab an arm of one of their spellbound lovers, separating them as they drag them to the house. Sheila has the protesting petite brunette, and Bonnie has the confused blue-eyed boy. Sheila feels very guilty for what she's done to these poor kids. Ayana is showing them no mercy. She either believes these two are soul mates and are meant to be together but don't see it, or they've disrespected her in some way and she's seeking revenge. Sheila can't think of another reason, and she hopes for their sake it is the first one, because otherwise the ghost of Ayana will be haunting them for eternity.

"Quick, sit down," Sheila orders sternly, guiding Elena's body into a chair. She set the room up exactly as it was yesterday, and gathered all the supplies she needs for the counter-spell. Bonnie helps Damon's body into the other chair, and steps out of the way. She hopes this works. Sheila instructs, "Hold hands." She quickly gets the spell materials together, lights the candles, and begins the counter-spell.

Damon stares across the space between their bodies at Elena's eyes. They never did it. They came so close, but they didn't get to it before Bonnie interrupted. They still didn't finish what they started, and now they never will because the spell has to be broken. Damon feels disappointed, Elena too, but as the counter-spell starts to take effect the disappointment subsides. The urge to touch each other also fades, quickly being replaced with other, suckier emotions; like guilt, embarrassment, and shame. Sure, they were influenced by a spell, but they still remember every tortuous detail.

The ride home is silent. Bonnie doesn't ask any questions, and Elena is grateful. This is why Bonnie is her best friend. Damon is starting to see that Bonnie is a really good friend also. Elena may only be close with two girls, but they're obviously great. Elena is a good judge of character. Bonnie is trustworthy and loyal and smart. She also has Caroline, who is fun and honest and a good friend.

All right, Damon sighs, Elena was right. We should have resisted. We should never have messed around while under that love spell. Now I feel like...this.

Elena thought about it the entire ride home, which wasn't that far but enough time, and she made a decision. After Bonnie drops them off at home, which is where they wanted to go, not school, neither of them can handle school after what happened this morning, Elena asks Damon to wait. "I know all of that was a love spell or whatever, and that we couldn't control anything, but...I think you have to break up with Stefan for me."

That was definitely not what Damon was expecting Elena to say. "What?"

"I feel so guilty," Elena confesses. "Stefan is already so suspicious of us, and before he had nothing to worry about, but now this? How can I keep pretending everything is fine after what we did? You have to break up with him. I'd do it myself, but," she rolls her eyes, "I can't. Besides, you owe me for what you did with Tyler. That's another reason I can't be with Stefan. If he finds out, I'm screwed anyways. Please, Damon? Do this for me?"

She's actually begging him to break up with Stefan? He'd love to break Stefan's heart. That would make his day. Well, not today, because regardless if they were spelled feelings or not, he still remembers feeling amazing, so that makes it a pretty good day in his book. Still, he doesn't mind breaking up with Stefan. He just feels bad for Elena, because he knows this isn't what she wants. She wants to do what she thinks is right. She doesn't want to feel like a cheater or be accused of being one. She's too good of a person. Wait, if the spell is gone...why am I still thinking like this? Damon shakes his head and answers, "Yeah, okay. I'll do whatever you want me to." I'll do whatever you want me to? Are you kidding me?

"Thanks," Elena smiles gratefully. "Can you be nice about it? Tell him it's not his fault, he didn't do anything wrong; it's just me. Don't make him hate me."

"How could anyone hate you?" Damon asks without thinking. Did he just say something really nice to Elena? He did...

"I don't know..." Elena says thoughtfully, "You do?" She is only teasing, he can tell by her smile. He can read everything about her now. Half a day under a love spell and he already knows every expression, even with her wearing his skin.

"Ha-ha," Damon fake laughs, "Funny. So, do you want me to do it today?"

"I guess so," Elena replies.

"You know, you don't have to do this," Damon levels with her, "I won't tell him anything."

"I know you won't," Elena confirms, "But I really do have to do it. Maybe when we're switched back, I'll ask him to give me another chance, I don't know. Maybe it's better this way."

She doesn't know what she wants anymore. Yesterday, all she wanted was to get back in her own body, fix all the problems Damon created for her, and move on with her life. Today is a whole new story. The spell didn't work and she doesn't know when she'll be changed back. And the love spell made her connect with Damon in ways she doesn't know she can even speak of. Her 'love' for Stefan seems so silly after what she experienced. It was an enchantment, she reminds herself. But it felt so real. Even if that passion and fire wasn't real with Damon; that's how it should be. That's how love is supposed to feel. That's what Elena wants. She doesn't have that with Stefan.

"Okay," Damon nods, "I'll talk to Stefan later..."

"Thank you," Elena replies. "Well, bye..."

"Bye." Damon has the urge to kiss her, just to see if it still feels anything like it did before, but he restrains himself. He needs to stay away from her for today, and get through this break-up with Stefan, and then sleep it off. Tomorrow, shit will go back to normal.

Elena tells herself a similar mantra. Tomorrow, things will be better. If they're not, then she'll worry about it then. One day at a time. Her mind is swirling with different emotions, but mostly she's confused. She did learn one thing from this mess, though. That is, no more witchy experiments. Magical intervention didn't work, and she can't take any more of it. The curse will sort itself out. Then she'll sort herself back out again.

Review! I hope that was not too weird! Let me know what you thought:)