WOAH! People, A LOT happened! First of all, I have to have my fan girl moment; DELENA KISSED! YEAH! Then she told Stefan about the kiss and that she wasn't guilty that it happened! OMG MY DELENA HEART IS MELTING!

Okay now that I had my moment, lets move on to apologies. I haven't forgotten this story and I'm sorry that I kept you waiting, it's just that I didn't have a choice. Went out of town again for grandmother duty, and I had no access to internet there. I came back a couple of days ago, and seriously I just left everything because I was dying to see the new episodes so instead of writing I did just that. Anyways, I won't make you guys wait any longer. I just hope that my awesome readers are still with me! ... now enough of everything else lets get back to the story!

That instant somebody filled the door frame. She raised her head to see, and there stood Damon looking as handsome as ever in his comfortable pajama pants and a dark shirt; only waiting to be called in. Not to forget the fact that he looked absolutely ready for bed; no correction, he looked absolutely ready for their "slumber party", as Elena would like to call it.

Elena slowly stood up and stared at him.

And he stared back.

She slowly moved her fingers through her hair, 'God, she was so nervous'.

Damon stared at her a bit longer and shifted his feet; this was awkward for him, 'He couldn't just invite himself in her room, now could he. She had to do it.' He cleared his throat and looked around the wide length of her room.

Instantly realizing what was wrong with the situation Elena spoke up," Damon come on in." 'God she could be so stupid sometimes.' She thought to herself as Damon stepped inside and murmured a thank you.

And again a heavy uncomfortable silence fell upon them, this time much more apparent because they were standing only a few feet away from each other.

"Damon," Elena started feebly, "You have no idea how grateful l am that you're here tonight." When she ended the sentence she stared at her feet, feeling almost embarrassed for that fact that she had to ask him something so personal.

"No problem Miss Gilbert," Damon replied in his usual stoic manner. "It's a part of my duty to look out for you in every way." However Inside he knew it was a lie. Providing comfort on such a personal level, wasn't a part of his job, in fact it was borderline inappropriate.

His statement brought Elena's head up. For a second she wanted to believe that he was doing something for her because she had asked him to do it, and not because it fell under his duty.

Slowly she nodded her head. Before she could have the chance to say anything else and make things even more awkward, as Damon knew where this was going; the obvious fact that, where Damon's going spend the night in her room kept on emerging within their thoughts. Damon took the matter in his own hands and pointed towards her room's couch in the opposite direction of the bed, "I'll spend the night there, if you don't mind, Miss Gilbert." After regarding that he moved towards the pink piece of fluff and sat down.

Elena kept on staring at him, silently and adoringly. He looked so cute, sitting there on her furry pink loveseat in his jet black clad body. She sat down on her bed facing him. She tried to hold her smile, but after a minute she failed miserably and a small laugh escaped her lips.

Damon who was already feeling unusually conscious, perhaps it had something to do with the obnoxious couch he was sitting on and Miss Gilbert's unmistakably loving gaze his way, hurriedly asked, "What?"

That beautiful, panicked voice amazed Elena, because in that moment he sounded just like every other twenty-one year old, who didn't act like that the entire world's responsibility was handed over to him, he sounded like a normal boy who cares if a girl laughs at him.

Seeing emotion on his face made Elena laugh even more. He was blushing and frowning at the same time. Clearly not liking what was happening.

"Miss Gilbert," Damon cleared his throat in an attempt to keep the emotion out of his voice. The previous unexpected slip of expressions on his face just a moment ago was enough for today. "May I know precisely, as to why it is that you're laughing, and hysterically at that?" His question ended up coming through his teeth.

Managing through a fit of laughter she said, "Oh, oh Damon! I-its n-nothing."

In response Damon shifted uncomfortably and said, "Well apparently it is. And if it has anything to do with me sitting on your ugly couch, then it's not really my fault that each and every part of your room is covered in pink."

"Aww Damon, but you look so cute sitting there!" Elena cooed.

"For heaven's sake." the boy muttered, loud enough that it reached Elena's ears.

"I really think you're adorable like that." Elena smiled shyly. Damon raised an eyebrow at her but the expression on her face made him drop it. She was staring at him as if he was all she ever wanted, which probably he was. His expression softened and he ran a hand through his dark locks. The girl was practically like a princess, she could have anything she wanted; she was rich, had a good heart and don't think that he was blind; he noticed every day that she was purely beautiful. The mere fact that he wasn't able to decipher why she wanted him and him only, confused him. 'Okay fine, he could make out that she liked him, no correction; she loved him, but the question was: Why?'

Suddenly his expression turned stern and so did his voice, "I think it's time for you to sleep Miss Gilbert, it's been a long day." Elena mock frowned and pouted slightly because she knew it was the end of their conversation.

She sighed and went to her walk-in closet. Meanwhile Damon was taking his shoes off. A minute later she came out of it holding a pink blanket, she moved towards the head of her bed and grabbed a pillow from there and went over to Damon. He looked up from his crouched position on the couch as he was putting his shoes aside and saw Elena right in front of him.

Elena smiled at him sweetly and nodded towards the things in her hands, "I thought you might need these for the night." Damon took them from her hands, which made their hands brush each other and their eyes met in contact. Damon couldn't believe it, that for a second he felt like holding her hand right there. He always knew that the girl in front of him wasn't selfish, even though he had accused her of being; he knew he had called her that, only out of anger.

But this sweet little gesture showed him how much she cared. 'And only God knows why the hell he was feeling good about it.'

"Thank you, Miss Gilbert."

"Oh you don't have to thank me Damon; I should be the one thanking you. After all you're doing this for me, in the first place." Elena smiled at him one last time and went over to her bed and climbed in. All the while thinking, 'How the hell was she suppose to sleep, while her prince charming was only a few feet away from her, she could stare at him all night.'

"Aren't you gonna turn the lights off Miss Gilbert?"

'Oh shit.' Elena realized in all her confusion she had forgotten the lights, she switched them off and turned in Damon's direction who was still sitting straight as before or that's what she could make out of his silhouette in the moonlight. "Sorry, slipped my mind." She replied and bit her lip. She crawled in her bed again, laid down and took a deep breath.

"Damon?"

"Yes, Miss Gilbert?" Damon drawled.

"Thank you for being here, it means a lot to me."

Damon didn't say anything at first, but a few seconds later he replied slowly, but firmly, "Your welcome, Miss Gilbert."

His melodic voice was the last thing she heard before somehow sleep took over.

There you go people longest chapter yet, so now all you have to do is review so that I'll be happy enough to write an even longer chapter!