What's wrong with me? (TVD fanfic)

Elle’s  P.O.V

The piercing blue glow of his eyes melted my heart. I’ve never truly thought that perfection existed but I was so wrong. I was literally staring perfection in the face, Damon Salvatore. As we sat staring into each other’s eyes thoughts clouded my brain. ‘What will Elena think?’ ‘Why didn’t this happen before?’ I’ve known Damon for a while. Since about 4 months ago I think When Elena got with Stefan. Damon was constantly at our house, Strange considering he isn’t her boyfriend hmm?

Elena would be angry. I know her too well to think otherwise. She specifically told me not to speak to Damon. I remember the conversation perfectly. “Elle he’s bad news. No matter what don’t even look at him. Please.” I wondered what all the worry was about he’s always seemed kind enough. Manners clearly weren’t the problem. He said ‘please’ and ‘thank-you’ that’s good enough for me. I mean I completely understand where my sisters coming from, I’d be weird for me to be dating her boyfriend’s brother. The fact that he’s probably like 6 years older than me was a turn off, He’s like an old man. Seriously I’m 16 he’s at least 22 at least! That’s a definite no go.

“Care for a ride home Gilbert?” He asked in such a courteous tone. A smirk appeared on my face I can’t deny the obvious attraction.

“Oh, Uh, Yes please.” In my head I was screaming, jumping up and down, but in real life I was smiling. You know that smile that says ‘thanks’.

Damon and I are pretty close friends. Which is weird you know, considering the large age gap. If I think back to all the things mom said “No guys more than a year older than you. Promise” She wouldn’t be happy with this, but he made me smile I can’t ask for more. Hardly anyone manages to get a smile to materialize on these lips. It’s been like that since they died. My parent’s that is. Car crash. No one’s fault I guess it was just fate which is what everyone’s been telling me.

The car came to a halt and before I could even unbuckle my seatbelt Damon was opening the car door for me. See I said he was polite. He even walked me right to the door. Our eyes met again and I have no idea why, but I practically pounced on him throwing my arms around his neck. Hugging him so tightly that my arms ached. If I can’t date him why couldn’t we just be friends? Seems fair enough to me.

“What was that little Gilbert?” He appeared astonished. Then again I would be too if a 16 year old just gave me a bear hug.

“Just saying night Damon, don’t worry” I smirked as these words left my mouth.

I felt so empowered knowing I’d just shocked Damon hardly anyone can do that. Elle 1, everyone else 0. It would’ve looked so much cooler if I actually got to just push the door open rather than wait there for Jenna to open it and questions me. Times like this make me wish I would’ve grabbed that spare key when I had the chance.

“Where’ve you been? We’ve been worried! At least call next time!” Jenna barked at me. Her face was red and swollen from all the tears she must’ve shed.

“Out with a friend Jenna calm down. Buy me a cell phone and I’ll call? ” I responded calmly in my usual tone.

And with that I raced up those squeaky stairs and slammed my door making sure to lock it this time. Wouldn’t want a repeat of last time when Elena came in screaming.

Damon’s P.O.V

Little Gilbert. Who would’ve thought I’d be spending my Thursday night down at the grill with her? I didn’t even think that and let’s be honest I pretty much drink with anyone. Her eyes. Wow. Talk about striking! When she stared into mine it was intense. For such a little kid she has some pretty overwhelming stares.