Dreamer | TVD [1]

19

The 1950s was the theme for this month's decade dance and Felix sat staring at his computer and images of men's fashion during the 50s. He needed to look amazing, especially since Tyler was going to be there and he wanted the other teen to be drooling like a dog when he walked in. Felix sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had been planning his outfit throughout the school day and now that he was home he still was at a loss of what to do.

"Fuck it, I'll just do Grease," he muttered, rolling off his bed and rummaging through his dresser for a tight black t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. "I'm gonna look like Damon," Felix muttered to himself as he rubbed a generous amount of hair gel onto his hands and proceeded to grease the hell out of his hair. But whatever it takes to look like Danny and Kaneicki from Grease. Felix sighed, "If only it was the 60s then I could watch The Outsiders for research purposes. God, they're all so hot." Felix was content to chat to himself as he searched around for a leather jacket and threw it on. He looked pretty good, Felix eyes trailing up his figure in the mirror. All the clothing was pretty tight except the jacket and it did a fairly good job in accentuating his lean but toned physique. "Fuck you Tyler. I'm a catch," he muttered, glaring at the mirror as if it was his former ... close friend...

Felix sighed, letting his eyes close forcing himself to take a deep breath, anger and hurt were bubbling their way up into his chest like an infection or a parasite that loved to make him do horrible things. Like going to a high school dance with an older, undead, vampire. Speaking of the devil, Felix's phone began to buzz, the monster's name popping up on the screen. "Damon?" Felix answered, "You better not be calling to ask me what to wear, you already did that this morning and I know for a fact that you were alive during the 50s and don't need my help picking an outfit."

"Not this time, pretty boy, I actually need to come to pick you up early. Some vampire tried to nab Elena, so Stefan's putting us on babysitting duty," Damon said, annoyance clear in his voice. Felix's frown deepened, the teen didn't really want to be responsible for Elena, wasn't one vampire enough.

"Yeah, okay. When are you going to be here?"

A hand was suddenly wrapping around Felix's waist, another coming to cover his mouth, a muffled scream escaping through the psychic's lips before, "Right now," came Damon's low voice, suddenly right in his ear, the vampire's breath tickling his skin. Felix squirmed out of Damon's grasp, the vampire already laughing at the glare on his face.

"No funny, Damon," Felix growled, refusing to acknowledge the appreciative once over Damon was giving him, or the low whistle the vampire was currently doing.

Damon looked pretty good as well, Felix's eyes flicking over him before meeting Damon's eyes. The vampire was smirking at him as if daring him to say something about his outfit. The vampire's leather jacket, dark hair, tight jeans that... Felix abruptly cut off his own thoughts, rolling his eyes and pointedly turning away from the older man.

"What no complement? Nothing? I cleaned up for you, my darling little psychic," Damon said, a purr creeping into his voice as he moved closer to the teen.

"Fuck off, you what showered? Grabbed your normal everyday clothes? Sorry, darling, you gotta do more than that to impress me," Felix said, looking over his shoulder to stare at him. "Shall we go be Elena's bodyguards?"

Damon was grinning at him, something dark, that sent a shiver down Felix's spine, lingering in them. Damon's arm wrapped around Felix's shoulder and the two of them were off.

The party was already in full swing by the time they got their students running about, alcohol being secretly poured into the punch bowl, and Elena Gilbert standing awkwardly outside the gym with Stefan brooding over her. "Hello, Brother. Elena," Damon greeted, his constant evil smirk now directed at his brother and Elena.