Hello Beautiful people! Thanks for those of you who reviewed and those of you that Favorited this story! You guys are my inspiration and the ones that make me want to keep up with doing this story! So here is the next chapter in out story. PS: Damon is here...

I hope you like it. All my love, OA

Chapter 2: Meeting the third man in my life.

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Life went on as it should and I grew up very happy in my new world. I had a dad that adored me and would give his life for me. I had a great education and no abuse whatsoever. I had a dream life.

About 2 ½ years after I was there, we got new neighbors. Their names were Lily and Giuseppe Salvatore. They had 2 sons and niece that lived with them after their parents died.

The girl was named Caroline. She was nice but too over-dramatic and controlling. She had a bubbly personality, beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. The sons where named Stefan and Damon. Stefan was kind of a nerdy kid, had hero hair, a great body and green eyes. He loved everything that had to do with science, writing and computers, plus video games, football and cars. On the other hand Damon was tall and had a good body for a teenager, one of those bodies that you know is going to be spectacular when he becomes a man. He had vibrant blue eyes, lighter than the sky but still not the same color as the ocean that were warm and inviting.

If you looked at them you would never know that they were siblings since they were all so different but when you started to see their parents and their family you could see how they looked like some relative or the other. Damon was the oldest by a year and he looked like his mother. Caroline and Stefan were fraternal twins and had taken their parents looks, Caroline like her mom and Stefan like his dad. The twins were 3 years older than I was (me being 12 and ¾ and them being almost 16).

They moved in during the summer and I learned by my dad that they were going to be attending the same school that I was enrolled in. I remember that the first Sunday they were at the house, my dad had convinced me to throw them a welcome to the neighborhood barbeque. I was to be the hostess of the day, which was scary yet cool all at the same time, so much for me being antisocial right. Better take the bull by the horns.

All I remember from that day was having to greet way to many people and ask more than a thousand times if they were enjoying themselves or if they needed anything else. I remember that half way through the event my dad told me to go have fun with the kids but I told him that if I were the hostess I would be the best one from beginning to end. He just smiled, gave me a peck in the head and told me that I was more determined than he was, and he was a lawyer (although he now worked for a non profit for a not so high paycheck). I remembered that I smiled but kept doing my thing. I was so tired when it all ended that after dad and I finished cleaning I went to my bed and don't even remember getting there. I slept for like 10 hours.

The next day there was a knock on the door and I went to answer it. It was the neighbor's kids. They had a pie in there hands and the boys had a smile on their face, Caroline not so much. I let them in and brought them to the kitchen where my dad was. They said that they were here to give us the pie that their mom had made to thanks us for such a warm welcoming. Of course Damon was the one that talked since Stefan was shy and Caroline was giving the house a once over. My dad took the pie and offered them some lemonade and a slice, which we all ate (it was delicious). It was apple pie, if you were wondering. We made talk, yes "we" because my dad made me talk about how the school was and about the teachers and students. I felt awkward talking about those things and kept my head down as I spoke but at some point I looked up and my eyes locked with Damon's. He urged me to go on with his warm, brotherly smile and I kept going, feeling more at ease.

That was the beginning of a great summer. During the next 2 months I came to be a frequent visitor in the Salvatore household and the Salvatore's in mine. I became good friends with Stefan and he, Damon and myself had what we called "geek talks". These consisted of us talking about books, music, cars, sports, games and science. It turned out that Damon was a geek as well and was very well read with way too much knowledge of about science and law. Those were the best afternoons of my childhood, spent in the Salvatore's tree house talking about anything and everything with the boys.

Caroline was another manner. She would look down on me because I was a tomboy and I spent my time with the boys talking about non-girly things. Besides she was a teenager and she couldn't be seen with a kid in public. That only changed when we were alone in the house. It was during these times that she gave me advice about how to look more like a girl. She even joined our geek talks occasionally, since she was very well educated as well.

As for Damon… He and I became inseparable that summer. He was the protective older brother that I never had. I have always told him that he has this "damsel in distress" kind of complex. He always wanted to help people, in any way he could. He had a tender touch and expert hand, almost like a health care provider.

We all thought he would end up being a doctor. He seriously thought about it for a while but ended up deciding that he would be a lawyer because he could help underprivileged people with ways to get the help they needed to stand on their two feet again. Besides, the actual save-your-life part when to Caroline when she surprised us all by becoming a nurse. Stefan he became a biochemistry professor and researcher, not that anyone would have been surprised.

Going back to the story… Damon became very protective and thought me to be tough and to defend myself. I remember that some years later, my dad told me that he was eternally grateful to Damon because his friendship had gotten me out of my shell. Well thanks to Damon I started to talk to people and have actual conversations, I would talk to my classmates about things other than school projects and I would converse with my dad's colleagues in his office's parties.

I thought that these relationships and activities would end with the summer and all would be different once we got to school. But Damon had surprised me by inviting me to come to school with him in his car, since Stefan hated driving and Caroline was grounded for going out with a boy without the Salvatore's permission. It became a part of the routine that I would go to school with the Salvatore's, no matter who was driving. At first Caroline was annoyed that, because I was Damon's special girl since I was the smallest and the one he protected the most, I had the privilege of the passengers seat every time Damon was driving, which was often considering Caroline was eternally grounded for X or Y reason and Stefan hated to drive.

Well in school, needless to say, Damon rapidly became the "it" boy. The guy that every guy wanted to be best buds with, the captain of the football team and the guy every girl wanted to date. But through all of that, everyone knew that I was his girl, the baby sister, so I gained a new-found respect and everyone wanted to be my friend to get close to him, which in turn made him even more protective. Damon never turned me away, quite the contrary, while giving me space to be myself, he pulled me closer and made me feel safe.

I still couldn't let anyone but my dad touch me, a trauma that I tried very hard to overcome but was still very much a part of me. Stefan and Caroline still looked at me weird when I flinched if they brushed past me but they understood as best as they could. Damon on the other hand understood completely, apparently. He noticed this right away and became very careful of watching the people around me, making sure they wouldn't come too close to me so I could be uncomfortable and for that I was grateful. They didn't know why I was like that, I hadn't told anyone my story, only my dad knew but I was sure that I would tell them, someday.

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