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I squinted my eyes open and felt around for Damon. The other side of my bed was warm, but Damon certainly wasn't in it. A groan escaped me as I cracked my back. I had been tossing and turning all night. Damon's words were haunting me.

Stefan.

He said he had a brother. Named Stefan. I'm not sure if he's been putting the pieces together, but I have. Stefan is not a very common name around here, and obviously Damon isn't either. He didn't know what happened to Stefan, but I think I did.

Stefan had Damon's temper. The way he got angry instantly when I turned him down? Yeah, totally like Damon.

Let's face it, the odds are totally against me. Other than their shared temper, they were nothing alike. I let out a sigh, debating if I should share my thought's with Damon.

BUT WHAT ARE THE CHANCES OF A STEFAN AND DAMON! IN THE SAME TOWN! My thoughts were screaming at me.

I leaned forward and rubbed my temples, maybe I was just over thinking this? Maybe it was just a freak accident and they both have no relation at all?

BUT WHAT IF THEY ARE BROTHERS?! I groaned again, knowing I wouldn't be able to hold this in for long.

"Elena?" Damon's voice washed over me as the door opened.

"Hi." I smiled at him, my voice a little grungy from sleep.

"I got us breakfast." Damon sung and handed a plate to me.

I thanked him and he sat down in bed with me. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, trying to find a hint of Stefan's looks in him. I must have looked for to long, because Damon caught my gaze.

"What?" He chuckled, taking a big fork of eggs.

"Nothing.." I blushed, hoping his stubbornness wasn't as active in the morning.

"So you just like to gaze upon me?" Damon teased, doing his signature eye-thing.

"Like you don't like it." I teased back, leaning towards him.

As if he read my mind, Damon took both of our plates and set them on the hardwood floor. He kissed me softly.

I know this was wrong, but Stefan popped into my mind. How long would I be able to hold this in?

Woah, woah, slow down. I could not be thinking about Stefan now, that wasn't fair to Damon.

"Hey, Damon hang on." I protested, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him up slightly.

He groaned, but obeyed. "What is it?" Damon reached a hand up to stroke my cheek but I took it in my hand.

"I just.. it's about Stefan.. I think he-"

"You're thinking about Stefan while I kiss you?" Damon voice automatically became accusing.

He pulled his hand away and climbed off of me.

"No! No, Damon it is NOT like that!" I insisted, sitting us across from him.

"Well then what is it like? Do you want Stefan here instead of me? Is that what you want?" Damon's voice rose slightly and I cringed.

"No, Damon just listen to me!" I demanded.

Of course, Damon didn't listen. He got out of bed and headed towards the door. I scrambled to my feet and caught his arm before he could set a foot out that door.

"Damon, don't you dare leave!" It was my turn to raise my voice.

He yanked his arm away and stormed out of the room.

"What? Damon, get back here!" I yelled down the hall, having to run to catch up with him.

Damon suddenly stopped and turned to face me.

"What is there to explain, Elena?" He spat out his words. "You already told me everything I need to know!"

I found myself being backed up into a wall and fear washed over me. I had never, ever, seen Damon this mad. To be honest, it scared the crap out of me.

"Damon I don't like Stefan that way! I hardly like him at all after what he did to me!" I hissed.

My back hit the wall and Damon hands went to my waist.

"Then WHAT, Elena!" He ground out.

I silently begged no one would come to the noise. No one could see us like this, they would get the worst idea in their heads.

"What, Elena!" Damon yelled, pinning himself closer to me.

"Damon." I tried to calm him, breathless. "I think he's your brother."