Author's note:
*PLEASE READ BEFORE READING THE STORY*
Hey guys! This idea of a story just popped up in my head so I decided to share it with you. This is just a funny oneshot about what happens when Damon gets drunk and Elena decides to come over. This is not a smutty lemon story. Please check out my other stories on my profile and give feedback because I always read all my comments.
Enjoy the story!
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Elena walked to the Boarding House, hoping to find Stefan there. She rang the doorbell, and then heard a loud whoop. The door whooshed open in her face, startling her for a second. She glanced at who was at the door.
"Hey Damon." She was confused. Why was he only in his boxers and a sloppy grin plastered on his face?
"Haaaayy Elllenna! Leeeeets plaaaaaaaay hooouse!" Damon slurred and fell into Elena's arms. She dragged him into the house and shut the door.
"Damon, you're drunk." Elena dropped Damon on the carpet and stared at him with disgust.
"Hehe!" Damon was laughing hysterically and ran around the room.
"Damon! Sit down!" Elena ran after him, and grabbed his hair by accident. Elena fell and he got tugged along with her. They were both laying on the floor, Elena still gripping his hair, and him bawling. Elena rolled my eyes and sat up.
"Ewena hwurt mwe." He cried as he sat up too. He laid his head on her shoulders and cried into her hair.
"I'm sorry Damon." Elena put her arms around him; wrapping him in a hug. Damon stopped crying and looked up into her eyes, his own eyes sparkling.
"Lets play house now!"
After two hours of playing house they sat down. Elena never felt so tired in her life. Damon just drank more scotch and burped loudly.
"Damon, no more drinking." She took away his glass and went to lock it in a cupboard, as well as all his alcohal. Elena was only gone for five minutes, and she came back and Damon wasn't on the couch. "Damon?" She called out. No answer.
"HAI ELENA!" Damon popped up behind a table, scaring the heck out of her.
"OMIGOD DAMON!" She screamed. Damon was now wearing a cowboy hat and boots. He wore neon green boxers and a red turtleneck.
"Hello 'Lena." He slurred again and faceplanted on the floor. "Owwie." He started to cry again.
"DAMON!" Elena slapped her forehead. This is going to be a very long day.
THE END!
