Just Another Love Story (Damon & Stefan Salvatore)

Part 11

I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the front door. I looked at my clock and it's not even nine. Who the hell could be here? I just waited because Rick will probably get it. Sam is already at basketball. He started at seven I believe. Then the knocking continued. I sat up and I don't think Rick is here. I don't hear anyone moving around. Did he drive Sam to basketball and still not back? I got up and went downstairs and they were knocking again. I opened the door.

"Damon?" I questioned and looked passed him. Rick's car is gone and Sam drove himself.

"Morning." Damon smirked.

"Why are you here?" I questioned him as I looked at him, "Also it's not even nine yet. Do vampire-werewolves not sleep or something?"

"No we do. I'm an early bird."

"Why are you here?" I wondered.

"Because of what happened last night I was just gonna check if we are still having lunch?"

"Um, yeah sure. What time?" I wondered still a bit tired.

"One-thirty; cafe?"

"Sure." I nodded.

"Great, I'll see you then." Damon smirked then started to turn around.

"Wait, wait, wait, what happened to Stefan, Kate and Em last night? Like what happened after Sam got hurt?" I wondered.

"Well Stefan got to them. Stefan had to tell them about- you know."

"Wait, so Kate knows?"

"Yeah probably."

"Ugh, ok. Do they know what Sam and I are?"

"No, Stefan didn't tell them what you and Sam are. He told them what we are though. That was kind of the end of the night."

"Alright, well I'll see you later ok?"

"Ok, bye." He turned around and started to walk away as I closed the door. I went into the kitchen and turned the coffee pot on. I'm so used to the coffee pot already being on during the weekends due to my dad working on the weekends. Rick has it on throughout the week though. I went into the cabinet and grabbed the coffee grinds and a coffee mug. I took one out then saw the one that Sam gave me. I smiled and took that one instead. I closed the cabinet. I grabbed a coffee filter and put it in. I heard the front door open then close. I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen.

"Hey, no." Rick grinned as he set a grocery bag on the countertop.

"What? I want coffee."

"Yeah I get that. I didn't think you'd be up until nine-thirty. That's the time Sam said you usually get up on the weekends. I was gonna have coffee ready then."

"Ok, but what's with the bag?"

"I'm making breakfast and I needed some things. Don't worry, it's not pancakes." Rick smiled.

"You don't have to make breakfast." I told him.

"I wanted to, especially after what has happened the past couple of days."

"What are you making?" I wondered.

"Something sweet but healthy. You'll like it."

"How do you know?"

"Because I asked Sam." He chuckled.

"Of course." I nodded. Rick walked my way and made the coffee up and started to brew.

"What does Sam like to have for breakfast?" Rick asked.

"If you want to be specific, banana pecan french toast with added nutmeg." I grinned.