(Y/n) is a lively and endearing person with a chaotic, painful and mysterious past.
She lives in a small town called Mystic Falls, where she fights and courageously helps her friends survive.
But she is suddenly confused when a psychotic hybri...
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I walk into the room to find Damon in front of the TV watching the newspaper in a towel and all wet. I roll my eyes taking the remote, turn off the TV drawing his attention to me.
"That wasn't the deal" I grumble seeing a sly smile grow on her lips "You look like a desperate bride, how much dirt do you have on that white ass of yours to take so long in the shower?".
That night I had slept at the Pension. Whenever I sleep there, I sleep with Damon.
"Don't blame me, I have to look good and smell good for you, because how I will win your love with no effort" He teases moving closer.
"Try some more, it's not working" I send him the middle finger.
You ask me, yesterday we were in that mood of depression and today we are like this. It questions our mentality. Normal, we don't like to dwell on the past. Yesterday was a shitty day, now it's time to move on.
"Hurry up, you always take forever in the shower, and if you're being honest, you smell a little piggy, how long have you not showered?" He scoffs.
"Shut up, says the person who goes out of his way to try out several expensive shampoos and stares and talks to himself in the mirror for hours".
"You use those shampoos too, hypocrite" He retorts going to his closet to get some clothes "I'm also the person who pays the water bill" He looks at me smiling over his shoulder.
I walk into the bathroom slamming the door with unnecessary force, cursing every curse word I know. I squint at the closed door when I hear a chuckle echoing from the other side. Idiot.
"(Y/n), (Y/n), what a nasty thing to say, mean girls don't get pancakes" I growl throwing a bar of soap at the door. Idiot.
I strip off my clothes, quickly stepping into the shower. I let out a satisfied sigh when I feel the warm water running down my body and relaxing my muscles. I was at peace... I repeat... I WAS at peace... but the blessed one decided to fuck with my peace and started knocking frantically on the door.
