AN: Hey guys, so, I thought long and hard about how this chapter should go. I'm still not quite sure, so I'm just going to go with what pops into my head. 3
"Alright." I sighed, fluffing my hair. "I arranged plans with Stefan. Are you going to cause problems while I'm gone?"
Damon slumped forward in his chair. "I guess not..."
"Will you stop making me feel guilty about this? You're the one who said I could go ask Stefan about this!" I accused, raising my eyebrows at him.
"I know, I know. I just.. I'm not sure if I will be able to handle it if he is my brother.. or isn't." Damon confessed.
"Damon... everything will be alright. Ok? I promise." I said softly, crouching down to his level.
"I will see you later." I said, kissing his cheek on my way out.
"Thank you for meeting me here, Stefan." I smiled, sitting down on the ground across from him.
We had agreed to meet at the park, since it was too early to be eating lunch. Besides, I figured it be safer if he didn't choke on his food when I told him.
"No problem. What would you like to talk about?" Stefan asked.
"Well... I was just thinking we should learn more about each other." I hinted. "Tell me about your family."
Instantly I saw him cringe. Good. But at the same time, not good.
"Um..ok. Well, I never knew my father. I've only seen my mother once. I... I don't know who they are or anything. Don't know where to start looking.. so I never did."
Sounds like Damon's words.. in a secretive kind of way.
"Oh, I'm so sorry.." I whispered, looking up at him. "So you're an only child?"
Stefan's eyes flickered to the ground and hope shot through me.
"After I was born, me and another boy went to the same child-care. I considered him my brother. I don't know where he went." Stefan informed.
It was true. Stefan and Damon were brothers. There was no way in the world their stories could be so similar. I couldn't blame Stefan for lying to me. I mean, who was I to just get into his personal life? Even if it was for a cause he didn't know about.
"Oh. I'm sorry Stefan, I should have never asked you." I apologized.
He shook his head. "No, don't worry about me. After he got sent away someone came and took me in. She was very kind, her name is Ms. Flowers. You must have heard of her?"
Of course I knew her. She was the one who always adopts a child every few years and then when that one leaves, she has another one. It was a steady flow of children coming and going through that house. It made sense, since Stefan just showed up out of no where.
We continued the rest of our meeting. We talked about the simple things, like favorite foods and colors.
"Elena! God, finally you're back! What did he say...?" Damon blabbed, standing up from his seat.
I put my hands up. "Calm down, calm down. I will tell you."
I sat down on the bed and grabbed Damon's hand to pull him down with me.
"So, I got Stefan to tell me his.. back story." I said slowly. "He told me the same story as yours. Except he left out the part about your name and changed some minor things. There's no way this is just a silly idea, Damon. He's your brother."
I looked over at Damon, to see him frozen like ice. I touched his arm but nothing seemed to phase him. I didn't even see him blink.
"Damon... hey.." I spoke, putting a hand on his chest.
He allowed me to push him down slowly down to the bed. "Oh my god." Damon's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Are you ok?" I asked, knowing it was a stupid question to ask. Of course he wasn't.
"Yeah, yes, I'm fine." Damon nodded his head.
"I didn't tell him, Damon." I whispered. "I figured you should."
"I hate to break it to you, Elena. But he won't accept me. I'm a slave." Damon breathed out.
"And I hate to break it to you, Damon." I mocked. "But it shouldn't matter. If you really are brothers, he will accept you as you are and try to work this out."
"Elena you don't get it." Damon sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"No, Damon. Shut up. Just listen to me, for once." I commanded before my voice softened. "Everything will be fine."