My Best Friend -Stefan Salvatore-

The Bad Boy

          When I woke up, I massaged my neck, and looked around at where I was. I was outside and I wasn't walking, but I was moving, Damon was carrying me. I groaned, which got Damon's attention.
"Ah, morning sunshine." He grinned and suddenly jumped. When we landed I noticed it was on Stefan's balcony and Damon set me down, then held his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. Stefan entered his room and noticed the black crow.
"Damon." He turned and noticed me in his arms. I elbowed Damon in the stomach and he let go of me and clutched onto his stomach in pain, doubling over.
"How many times do I have to tell you to get off me tonight?" I asked, annoyed and angry at Damon.
"Two is enough." He grunted, and stood up straight, still holding his stomach. I walked into the room and sat on Stefan's bed and smiled triumphantly.
"Good." I said and kicked my heels off.
"Hello, brother." Damon greeted, smirking.
"Crow's a bit much, don't you think?" Stefan asked sarcastically.
"Wait until you see what I can do with the fog." Damon replied, with just as much sarcasm. I groaned and rolled off the bed, standing up.
"You two are boring. I'm going downstairs to drink. Bye." I saluted with two fingers and walked out of Stefan's room. I doubt Damon is going to be leaving anytime soon, which sucks because people dying around here isn't good, considering it's such a small town. I entered the foyer and grabbed a random bottle off the tray and jumped onto the couch, listening to the cackling of the fire, while occasionally taking sips of the liquid inside the bottle. I looked down at my dirty, and somewhat ripped outfit and picked up a piece of hair, which held a small twig in it. I sighed and slouched even more into the couch, tired and annoyed. I liked this outfit, and Damon ripped it up.

"Stop it!" I heard Stefan raise his voice. I sped up to the room and stopped at the open doorway, to see what Damon was doing.
"Imagine what her blood tastes like!" Damon taunted Stefan. I immediately knew they were talking about Elena. I watched as Stefan's face began to grow dark red and purple veins under his eyes.
"Damon stop." I spoke up, but he ignored me.
"I can." Damon smirked, thinking this was fun.
"I said stop!" Stefan yelled at Damon, infuriated. I watched at Stefan ran at Damon and they both fell out of the second story window. As soon at the glass broke I ran to the window and looked down, only seeing Stefan on the pavement.
"I was impressed. I give it a six. Missing style, but I was pleasantly surprised. Very good with the whole face- thing. It was good." Damon said from the shrubs by the door. I snapped my head to him, glaring, then climbed onto the window sill and jumping down onto the ground next to Stefan.
"You know, it's all fun and games, Damon, huh? But wherever you go, people die." I spat at him as he just stood there smirking and crossing his arms.
"That's a given." He scoffed and stared at me.
"Not here. I won't allow it." Stefan stated firmly. "Neither of us will." He jerked his head at me.
"I take that as an invitation." Damon's smirk grew, and now I was positive the only thing Damon knew how to do, was smirk.
"Damon, please. After all these years, can't we just give it a rest?" Stefan pleaded. I knew Damon wouldn't agree, he was too stubborn and air headed that he absolutely needed to keep his bad boy reputation.
"I promised you an eternity of misery," Damon shrugged. "so I'm just keeping my word."
"Just stay away from Elena." Stefan warned.
"Where's your ring?" Damon questioned and Stefan looked at his hand, only to see that there was no ring on his finger. I narrowed my eyes at Damon. "Oh, yeah, sun's coming up in a couple of hours and po- ugh!" He started but I sped up to him, taking his arm and flipping him onto his back, causing him to grunt. I put my heel to his throat to keep him down.
"Give me the ring." I demanded angrily, holding my hand out. Damon chuckled at me.
"You're too nice to-" He started, but I put more pressure on his neck and he choked. "I could take your head of right now, give me the ring." I leaned in closer and threatened him. He slowly lifted his hand and showed me the large blue ring, almost similar to mine, but with a crest on it. I snatched it out of his hand and slowly lifted my heel, til it was set back down on the floor. I sped back to Stefan and grabbed his hand, putting the ring back onto its rightful finger. Damon stood and glared at me. "Don't test my patience, Damon Salvatore." I warned, pointing a finger at him. I turned to Stefan and gave him a hug. "I'm going to go home and clean up. I'll see you tomorrow in history." Bid him farewell, and began the walk home. I sped in the parts of town where everyone was asleep, and eventually made it home.

I unlocked my door and flipped on the light, closing and locking the door once I was inside. I dropped my keys in the tray, and made my way to my bedroom where I kicked off my shoes, and took off my jewelry and hair bow, then proceeded to the bathroom where I stripped my clothes and started the shower, rinsing off the dirt and leaves in my hair. Once I was finished I wrapped my body in a towel, grabbed my dirty clothes off the floor and walked back into my room, where I threw my clothes into my hamper, and grabbed some pajama's. After changing I shook out my damp hair, drying it a bit with the towel, then brushing through it, with my favorite brush that used to be my mothers. I slipped on some socks and made my way to the kitchen for a late night snack, a.k.a blood bags from the hospitals donation center. Once I fed and threw the trash away, turned out the lights, I entered my bedroom, only to hear my phone going off. I rushed to where my phone lay on the bed and looked at the screen. Stefan was calling me.
"Hello?" I pressed the green button on my phone.
"Ameila?" He questioned, making sure it was me.
"Yeah, what's up Stefan?" I asked, sitting on my bed, legs crossed. I heard him sigh across the line, and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What do you think of Elena?" He spoke. I let out a small breath that I had been holding, thinking it was bad news, but then my words got caught in my throat. I thought Elena was a very sweet girl and is able to handle a lot really well. I know they like each other and that they flirt non-stop with each other. Just thinking about it made me a little sad at the fact that I might never have a chance with Stefan since Elena looks exactly like Kathrine.
"You want to know my opinion now? At 11:25 at night?" I laughed it off, avoiding the question completely, hoping he would drop it for now.
"I guess it is pretty late, and you need to get your sleep." He agreed and I silently thanked the gods. "I'll see you at school tomorrow. Goodnight Ams." He called me by another nickname most don't use.
"Night Stef, see you tomorrow." I told him and hung up my phone, plugging it into its charger. I got up, turned out the bathroom and bedroom light before crawling into my comfy bed and drifting off to sleep.