❚Misunderstood❚Kai Parker❚

़ Chapter Eight ं

By the way this one starts a little bit different.

I woke up unusually happy today. To be fair I'm usually woken up by some dying. Not today though, today its just me, the bed, and my boyfriend. You know I don't get why everyone hates him.

Sure he trued to kill Elena.
And chop off Jeremy's arm.
Oh and who can forget when he broke Matt's hand at the ball.

   Well I say oh well, it's not like you can change what other people do. I'm sure if Elena could, she'd take back every time Damon killed someone. But she can't, and neither can I. So I won't. But wouldn't you think if anyone one would get why I love him it would be Elena? I don't get why she hates him so much, him and Damon are a lot alike if you think about it. Well maybe not a lot, but the part where they're both evil yeah. Ecxept mines a bit more handsome of course.

   Leaving my thoughts behind I turn to face him without opening my eyes and just lay with him. His arm is toghtly wrapped around my waist so that im right up to his bare chest listening to his lovely heart beat. I feel him move probably meaning he's awake. I don't want to wake up. Not even open my eyes. I just want to lay here forever with him.

God it feels like I haven't been with him in ages.

I feel his and move up and slowly stroke my hair. I sigh.

"God I wish it could be like this forever..."

"Mhmm" He sounds a bit weird. Like he's not actually him... Oh well probably just his morning voice.

"Too bad it can't."

"Why?"

"Well considering you're you, someone is probably mad at you and waiting to beat your nice ass and when that happens, which it probably will, I want to see evey part of it and laugh"

"Nope. Not today, today it's just you and me."

"Whenever anyone says 'Just you and me' that usually means it will be anything but 'just you and me."

"No I mean like there's no one else here, just you and me."

"What do you mean?" I finally open my eyes to look up at him.

Wait.

That's not him. Oh. Right. He's dead.

"Dammit. Why are you in my bed?"

"Why did you let me be in your bed?"

"I thought you were someone else, get out of my bed."

"Why can't I stay in your bed?"

"Because it's my bed. Now get the hell out of my bed."

Giving up, he finally gets up leaving me alone. "I'm making pancakes!"

Fuck. Why did I think I was out of this place? Why did I think I was with him? God I'm stupid. Why was I even thinking of him now, nothing was here to remind me of him. I don't think there is at least.

"Pancakes are ready!"