After - A Delena Story

22 - Old friends -

I practically skip down the jetway and Damon continues to laugh at me hysterically.

He drags the suitcases behind him and I grin widely, taking in everything I see.

"Elena. We're in the airport. You don't have to admire everything." He reminds me, "I don't care. I'm so happy!" I exclaim.

His smile goes from amused to genuinely happy, fulfilled. "What's the smile for?" I ask.

"I love you." He answers simply.
"I love you." I smile back and kiss his cheek quickly.

"Now hurry up." I say and keep walking.
I hear him chuckle softly and his footsteps behind me.

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We make it through the airport and to the parking lot, Damon has the keys to our rental car in his hands and my excitement just continues to grow.

It's a not as hot as I thought it'd be.

I was expecting it to be boiling hot, but it doesn't feel much different to home, maybe a slight more humid but honestly there's not really a difference.

"You didn't tell me what car we have." I state.
"You're going to see now anyway, it's nothing compared to my baby back home but..."

God here he goes again.

The thing he's going to miss about home the most isn't going to be his family or friends, it's going to be his damn car.

I roll my eyes, "Who do you love more, me or your car?" I ask.

"Elena. You don't want me to answer that." He says and I give him a glare that makes his face change immediately.

He looks terrified and it's honestly amusing.

"You. Of course." He answers and I smile proudly, turning back around to all the cars.

"There it is!" He yells and points to a white convertible a few spaces away.

"W...that isn't..." I stutter.
"Not what you expected?" He asks and I nod.

"I was originally going to get a black Ferrari." He tells me. That's definitely what I was expecting. Not a bright white, four seater convertible.

"But, I didn't think you'd like that. And decided on this." He gestures to the car in front of us.

"What do you think?" He asks and I look over at him.
"I love it." I tell him, a big grin back on my face.

"Good, I imagined you sat in the passenger seat while I drive around the coast, it's sunset and the roof is down, your hair is flowing in the wind and your loving life." He describes his thoughts, in a way it seems he's more talking to himself.

"That was cheesy, I sound pathetic, sorry." He says embarrassedly. "No!, no. It's cute." I smile.

"Please stop describing me as cute." He groans and I laugh. I kiss his cheek and a smile creeps up onto his face just because of my small act.

I poke his dimple and get in the car.
I hear him chuckle before he opens the trunk, puts the bags in and gets in the seat beside me.

He starts driving and we make our way out of the maze that is the airport parking lot.

"AHH! I'm going to die!" I squeal at the sight of the lit up city before me.

We're in the Latin Quarter, the very middle of Paris.

Damon hasn't even told me where we're staying.
I don't know how he got it all sorted so quickly but he did.

It's currently three in the morning, after lots of sleeping on the plane, I'm still tired.