His name is Damon.

A Dream Turned to Reality

Then I woke up.

Wait...woke up?

That wasn't real?! Ugh!!!! Wow, that was an amazing dream. I heard the clink of glass on glass and I jolted up, frightened. Damon was pouring a drink with a sly smile spread across his face. It's like he knew what I just dreamed or something. "Have a nice nap? Sleeping on the job is totally unacceptable." He sat on the other end of the couch.

"Sorry. I just got sleepy all of a sudden."

He swirled his glass to slosh his drink. "Have any dreams?" He grinned and took a sip.I got a sudden sweat.

"Uhm...yeah. It had Owen in it and you know what? He freaking is dating Jade again. Gosh, I'm so tired of his shit."

"Well then stop worrying about him," Damon said. "Worry about me instead." He winked. Oh gosh. I flashed a courtesy smile, not having any clue what the hell to say. Damon rose up from the couch and I felt a wave of relief go over me. He went back up the stairs and I sped-walked to the kitchen. Geez I just felt like I had to get away I was so embarrassed! I rested my hands on the island and bowed my head, deep breathing. I jumped five feet in the air when I heard the refrigerator door open.

"Sorry, it's just me," Stefan beamed. He reached in the fridge and pulled out two bottles of coke, handing one to me."Thank you," I said. Then my light bulb went on. "Stefan," I whispered.

"Yeah?" he asked. I tapped my finger on the counter, thinking about how I wanted to ask this. I licked my lips. "Can...can vampires, uhm, are they able to read people's thoughts or dreams?"

"Sometimes, yes we can get into peoples' heads."

"How?!" I pleaded.

"Well, we have to really focus and look into what people see in their head. Sometimes we can even mess with them. Like, if they are dreaming, we can change their dream to fit our needs."My eyes bulged. "Great," Stefan rolled his eyes. "What did my brother do?"

"I don't know," I said. "He was in my dream and when I woke up he was standing there smiling at me like he knew."

"Then he probably did. Sorry, but may I ask what he did in your dream?"

I sighed. "Kissed me."

He tilted his head back in an "ah, I see" moment. "Maybe he wants to in reality." He raised his bottle for a good luck gesture and left the kitchen.

Ok. If Stefan says that maybe he knows something. Maybe he knows Damon likes me for real. Ok. I'm just going to march up to Damon's room and demand to know why he invaded my dream. Ok. Here we go. I left the kitchen and jogged up the stairs.

I pushed open his door and I pointed a finger at him. He was laying on his bed reading. "Ok, why did you mess with my dream?" I demanded.

He shut his book and rolled off his bed. "I don't know what you're talking about," he played stupid, leaning against his bedpost, crossing his arms.

"Yes, you do. Why'd you do that?"

"Because Owen is a douche. He doesn't deserve you, forget him."

"Come on. That's why? No, why did you kiss me?"

"It was just a dream, so what? It's not like I kissed you in real life."

"Yeah, but you got inside my head to do it!" I shouted.

"Ok!" He threw his hands up. "Maybe I wanted to mess with your dream! So what!"

"Seriously?" I asked. "Fine whatever, don't answer me then." I turned to walk out of his bedroom but he called out "Wait."