His name is Damon.

Birthday whaaat?

It was about four o'clock by the time we left. I knew Damon wanted to leave long before then. When I was hugging everyone bye, I saw him glaring at Owen and I during our short embrace. I don't think he knew I was still looking when he rolled his eyes which I couldn't help but grin at that. I thanked everyone and Stefan and Damon helped carry out my presents. I watched as my friends drove off and we piled into the van. On the way back home, I got to listen to their opinions of my friends and it amused me. Especially when Damon was sarcastic about Owen.

We went to mom's apartment to take in my presents. Even though it was crowded, we all managed to be in there together. Mom sat in her recliner and Damon sat next to me on the loveseat. The kitchen table, which was in the living room right by the kitchen, had enough chairs for the rest of them. I showed mom my gifts and told her about the party, showing her pictures of my cake and the selfies I took with my friends.

Mom offered to go to grandma's so we could all be together comfortably in the same room and watch television together and chat. That was fine with me.

When mom was ready to go home, I went with her so we could have our own time together. Damon excused himself to his room upstairs to read (even though I know he is just unsociable lol) and I went up there to say goodnight to him. He jumped on the bed and crossed his legs, relaxing.

"Did you have fun though?" I asked in all seriousness.

He looked at me and clucked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. "It was interesting to say the least."

I rolled my eyes at him and sat on the tiny sliver of bed that was near me. "Your taste in men is very different," he joked with me. "I mean there's Owen and then there's....me," he grinned largely at "me."

"Shut up," I drawled out.

"Bradley, was it? She was on to something." He pursed his lips and looked at me.

I had an idea of what he meant, but I went ahead and asked, "What do you mean?"

"If you're getting any birthday sex," he said while keeping eye contact with me. I turned away and blushed.

"I'm not," I said stupidly.

"Why not?" he asked while grabbing my wrist gently so I would look at him.

"What do you mean 'why not'?!" I looked at him like he was crazy and I gestured towards my grandma's house.

"I can easily sneak into your room," his lips turned up into a naughty grin.

"Damon!" I scolded him and he chuckled. He pulled me into a kiss and let me go on my way. "Goodnight," he sang as I went for the door. "I love you."

I turned for one last look at him. "I love you, too."

That night in bed, I was nervous that Damon would somehow pop into my room and catch me doing something weird or looking like poop. It wouldn't be a first.