Never Over ( Ian Somerhalder )

Avoiding it

recommended song: Wicked games- Vincent McMorrow

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We sat in a small breakfast diner. Both of us weren't talking.

I wasn't mad at him I just needed to think about all this, what to do.

Moments later after thinking led to nothing, I decided to talk, "What does this mean?" I asked hopelessly.

"It means nothing, we'll find another way." He said looking determined but defeated at the same time.

I don't know how or why but I trusted him. He chose me over Elena, why would he do that if he meant to harm me? or maybe I just wanted to see the good in him. I know I can be naive sometimes but I trusted him.

Our order arrived and I wasted no time, digging into my pancakes right away.

Almost done with my meal, I looked up at Damon and noticed how he was watching me. I blushed and looked down feeling self-conscious. I probably have chocolate all over my face.

"I want to show you something." He said, leaving a few bills on the table and getting up, not giving me time to ask him any questions.

I took the last piece left on my plate, wiped my face and followed him outside.

I started walking towards the car but he grabbed my hand and steered me somewhere else.

"Where are we going?" I question looking around as we enter the woods.

"It's just this pond I came across a while ago."

We continued walking for another 10 minutes and I couldn't help noticing how he was still holding my hand.

I looked up at his face while he walked. He looked straight ahead, glaring at the trees as if they'd move out the way.

It was so intimidating I actually thought they'd move.

We arrived to a small clearing with a lake maybe the size of a pool in the far corner. The color of the water was beautiful, transparent. the flowers surrounding the lake we're light purple reminding me of the scene from twilight.

"How cliché is this?" I laughed looking back at Damon.

"Very." he shrugged but smiled a bit.

I honestly like cliché. Whats so horrible about a flowers and fireworks?

"Why are we here? Damon do you like me?" I exclaimed faking a horrified expression.

"Now now, don't get ahead of yourself." Damon joked walking towards me.

I took a lot of steps back until my feet were at the edge of the water.

He came so close I could feel his breath on my face.

Was he going to kiss me?

No no, the question was: will I let him kiss me? I mean... I wouldn't mind kissing him...

I suddenly closed my eyes and inhaled, holding my breath, waiting for the kiss that I so desperately desired.

His lips made connect with the corner of my mouth, teasing me. Even then I had that tingling feeling in my chest, my knees growing weak.

How can someone have such an affect on someone? It's almost not fair, because I can't help falling for him. How can I not?

I opened my eyes staring into his beautiful ones.

I didn't notice my lungs begging me for air until I exhaled looking down. I don't why but a sudden feeling of sadness engulfed me, I didn't want to feel this way, especially towards him.

No good could come of this.

Noticing the change of mood Damon suddenly threw me over his shoulder and started running into the water.

"DAMON!!" I screamed punching his back but laughing as well and before I new it I was  thrown into the water.

I resurfaced moving my hair out of my face.

"Damon! What the hell?" but as I looked back to where he was I could only see him struggling to breath from laughter.

I decided to continue playing this little game of his and rip a page out of the cliché textbook. He was only knee deep into the water.

"Damon I think I hurt my leg, it hurts!" I cried hunching forward.

His laughter quickly died down and he looked worried. He started coming closer and when he was close enough I jumped on him, trying to push him under the water but it seemed like all I was doing was messing up his hair.

He continued to laugh and so did I. Giving up, I was about to let go when he pulled me close and finally kissed me.