Imagine...

51.

Imagine: Kol and Damon fighting for your attection.

They smiled at you, playing kind as you got your drink. Kol and Damon waved at you and smiled, keeping their hatred for each other at an unrecognizable level for your sake. After all, being on a date simply as friends like this was hard enough for them. Not knowing if you loved them the way that they loved you was another question that gnawed at their hearts and spun in their brains. You walked over to them as they watched you. "I know this is a little inconvenient for you guys, having the both of you here and just me and Jeremy. I hope you guys don't mind." you said, rubbing the back of your neck. Kol and Damon flashed faked smiles at each other and chuckled. "No, not at all Y/N." Damon said. You smiled and blushed, nodding. "Well! We might as well start playing." Jeremy said, referring to the empty batting cages around you. You nodded and sipped your drink. "I'll get the bats for you love." Kol said, smirking and smiling at you. You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully at Kol's flirtatious actions. "Okay, we'll meet you at the cage." you said, tugging Jeremy along. You smiled and looked back at the two highly attractive guys you were leaving behind and headed for the cages.

Once you were far gone, Damon sighed and rolled his eyes, turning towards Kol. Suddenly, Kol grabbed a nearby bat and smacked Damon with it, grunting as he heard the wood bat crack. Damon groaned out in pain and collapsed to the ground, the side of his head bleeding. "Look. I'm only acting like this for Y/N. I could care less about you. I love Y/N. So stay the hell away from her." Kol demanded, hovering over Damon, the shadow of the bat covering him. Damon groaned and sat up. "Well listen here, Mikaelson. I love Y/N too. I don't think she'd be too happy knowing that her boyfriend is a serial murderer. I think she'd like a reformed one much better. Let Y/N decide who she wants. Don't go choosing for her otherwise." Damon said, sitting up and staring Kol down. Kol chuckled slyly, clearly annoyed and aggravated. "I don't have time for this. For you. Y/N is waiting... and I'd better to her, eh?" Kol said, tossing the cracked bat over his shoulder, as he pushed Damon to the side with his foot and walked in your direction. He smirked and whistled a small tune, determined to win your affections one way or another... violence included.