You and I ( A delena story) (under editing)

The Hope, The Stare, and The Laugh

Elena's POV

The curtains swing back and forth letting rays of sunlight dance across my hardwood floors. I reluctantly climb out of bed and pad lightly over to my mirror. I sigh when I see the hideous bead head I have acquired.

"Hey sleeping beauty," I hear.

"Oh wait," The voice says again.

"Should I say sleeping ugly," 

I turn around quickly unaware that there was anyone else in the room. I'm not surprised to see the face of my best friend Damon Salvatore, he has no limits whatsoever, it's not uncommon to wake up and find him laying next to me clutching my favorite teddy bear.

I give him the look I always do when he comes in without a warning. It's hard to keep a straight face with him flashing his famous smirk at me, it stretches from ear to ear and always has the ability to make me let down my guard. 

Sometimes it's hard to ignore how attractive he is, I never let my self notice except in small moments like these. I stare at him and take in his natural handsomeness. His dangerously sharp jaw line, his panty dropping dimples, and most of all his blue eyes that are an ocean many people get lost in. But like always I have to tear my eyes away from him because it's not right and it probably never will be. 

Damon's POV

I'm about to say something sarcastic and cheesy to make Elena laugh, when I catch her staring at me. Examining me. Her eyes wandering, scanning me. It's not uncommon for a woman to check me out, it happens on a daily basis, but never once has Elena ever looked at me the way she just did. She mostly looks at me with a general pout of annoyance or with a hesitant smile like looking at me might break my heart. But this was something I'm no stranger to: lust. I know she's attracted to me. Who isn't? I'm hopeful that her finally acknowledging that I am is a sign she's slowly letting me into her heart. 

But right as my hopefulness for an Elena filled future appears it flashes away almost as quickly, she quickly turns her attention to looking down at her feet as though she was never even looking at me, I let her.

"Where is Stefan?" she asks me even though she already knows. Her and Stefan share everything, she is just trying to get past the awkward staring incident.

" He's out bunny hunting as usual, gotta catch them all."

 I tell her adding the Pokemon catch phrase to make her laugh. Oh when she laughs it makes loving her without any gratification worth the heart ache. 

Right on Que. She laughs at the joke, my heart begins to beat faster,  fluttering along with her light and airy chuckle.

Sure enough the fantasies begin to pop up in my head but instead of the usual naked love making kind, they're the scary domestic holding hands walking through the park on a warm summer's day fantasy. 

I want to thwack my self in the head with a baseball bat, I screwed up a lot of my baby brothers life.  I wasn't about to steal his girlfriend who is the best thing that has happened to him in over a century. I need to get a grip on reality, stick in the friend zone with Elena even though she is my best friend and true north.

 I can't have us being the modern day Romeo and Juliet can I?

Elena's POV

"Damon you need to leave, I have to get dressed and go to school," I say in a strict tone already running late.

He pouts.

"Oh come I can't stay for the show? I have dollar bills."

He says jokingly, or at least I hope he was joking. 

 "Nuh uh Salvatore you better be gone by the count of three or there will be blood shed,"

He stands up from sitting on the edge of my bed. He walks over to me and plants a soft kiss on my forehead.

Like it was no big deal. He isn't gracious when it comes to intimate touches with people. But with me they're plentiful and I always notice when he trusts me enough to give me a part of himself with a brush of skin. 

"Have a good day at school Elena, I know Mondays suck but just think when you get back from that prison they call a school you get to spend the rest of the day with me."

 And within a second he is gone. All that remands of Damon Is the lingering feeling on my forehead of where he had kissed me. If only he had kissed me a fewer inches south the devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear. 

~3 hours later~

I'm sitting in history, racking my brain for an explanation, maybe I'm going insane, maybe I'm going through some hormonal teenage thing where you think you have feelings for your boyfriend's older brother. Especially to have feelings for Damon Salvatore, the man who has slept with thousands of women, who killed my bother, and ..... who has put me first every single moment since he first met me.
UGGGH why does he have to be so damn charming. It's simple really, I like Damon. But I will NEVER ever tell anyone about these forces of the heart , it's for only me and my darkest imaginations to know.
I promised Stefan a happily ever after for the two of us and that's what he's going to get.