Resolution (Delena)

Chapter four

Sleeping in is something I've always been exceptionally well at. Saturday's have always been so kind to me. I know I don't have to set an alarm clock, but I do know if the birds are still chirping at my window it's still morning.

I roll over to see the made and untouched side of my bed; it still pains me to see the un-vacancy.  I sit up and run my fingers through my chaotic raven hair. I find my shirt on the floor, exactly where I'd left it, and when I stand, I allow myself a good stretch, slip on my sweat pants and make my way to the kitchen.

Waiting for the toast to pop, it dawns on me that I did not tell Rick I'm bringing someone with me tonight. I take a quick glance at my phone and decide to shoot him a text.

Hey, bringing a friend along tonight. Feel free to add a fourth.

 D.S

I feel satisfied with the message and lay my I phone back down on the island. As soon as I set it down it rings letting me know I have a message.

NICE! WHO?

A.S

I laugh and type a reply with a smirk on my face.

You don't know her.

D.S

IS SHE HOT? DO TELL!

A.S

I hesitate to respond to that one.

I'm kidding, sounds great! See you around 6!

A.S

So I didn't even have to. I sit my phone down and realize my eggs are burning and my toast is probably cold.

            Around noon I decide to pop in at the bar. Matt was head bar tender as usual. I knew my bar would always be in great hands. "Hey man." Matt waves from behind the counter. I smirk and wave. "Hey listen, I know this guy who really needs a job and I know he'd be great..." I don't pay much attention "yeah, sure. What's his name?" "Jeremy Gilbert." I stop dead in my tracks and turn to him. "Gilbert?" I ask. "Uh- yeah." He looks around with a what expression. "Oh- uh...yeah, sure. You can interview him." I offer. Jeremy Gilbert? Could there be any relation to Elena Gilbert? "Sweet! Hey don't worry about tonight, Tyler and I have it covered and under control." The only thing I can think of to do is smile and nod.

I hint at my watch and it reads 2:45pm. I didn't realize I had been so engaged with papers. "Shit." I mumble. I rise from my seat, grab my phone and head out the door. "See ya, Damon." Matt calls out. I wave over my head not looking back.

            It's exceptionally warm for May. The flowers are all in bloom and all traces of April's showers are absent. The sky looks crystal clear; no clouds in sight. I notice a few birds chasing one another. Something about this whole scene seems very forged, or maybe I hadn't really taken the time to observe the beauty of nature in a long time. When I reach my Camaro, I decided on putting the top down for a change.

The drive back to the house is smooth. What is with this week? I feel odd even caring and observing the view around me. I've never been one to bask in the glory of some flowers and birds. I'm the kind of guy who wears black or other close shades to, and picks un-necessary arguments. I'm the guy you see in the bar and don't talk to because you think I'll snap your neck... or at least I think I am. "When people see good they expect good. I don't want to have to live up to anyone's expectations." The words once came to me when Stefan and I brawled out about my behavior. Stefan and I were destined to be polar opposites.

I let myself into the house, went directly up the stairs and to my room. Since my closet consists of darkness, I settle with dark jeans and a black button up. I'll be handsome, if I do say so myself. The black will accent my soft skin, while my dark hair never fails me to accents my piercing blue hues; I'd like to think my eyes alone can get me into some trouble. I skim by the bed and grab the shirt off the floor, laying it over the chair by my bed; habit. I'm not a clean freak, but I'm certainly no slob.