Damon's POV
But how do I get her to listen to me? That's the mystery, I think to myself as I pace back and forth in the parlor. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, turn around, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, turn around, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, turn around. "THAT'S IT" I say, surprisingly loud. "I'll just go to her house," I say to myself. As I'm running my brilliant plan through my head, Saint Stefan comes waltzing in like he owns the place.
"Can I help you?" I ask, somewhat annoyed at the fact that he thinks he can just come in and drink my finest bourbon. "Actually..." I cut him off with, "it's a rhetorical question." I continued running through the plan in my head, when magnificent Mr. Stefan interupts me again. "So, how did things go between you and Elena?" He asked innocently. "How do you think?!" I snapped. Am I in a mood or what? "By the way you were pacing earlier, I'd say not very good," he stated simply. "Really?" I said sarcastically.
"So, what happened?" He asked. "Well, let's see, she jumped out the window, I caught her at the last second, and then she just walked away," I answer, annoyed by his idiotic questions. He just started cracking up. "What's so funny?!" I ask, I'm so annoyed to the point where I'm ready to slap him. "It's ironic really, the fact that you threw her out of her window, and then she jumped out of ours." That's it, I'm gonna kill him. "Oh, shut up, or you'll be the next one going threw a window!" I say, laughing inwardly at my comment.
"So, what are you going to do now?" Why won't he mind his own business? "I'm going to her house." The look he gave me when I said that was priceless. "Are you sure that's the best move?" He asked. "Of course it is, have I ever not made the best move?" I said sincerely. "Your kidding me right now right? When have you ever made the best move?" I walked right into that one. "Well there was that one time, no, how about when I, no, that backfired, there was that one time, no, that didn't work. Ok I see your point, but this time, I will make the best move. You can come and supervise if you want," I concluded. "Ok, I'll come," he replied. "I was kidding!" I moaned at his stupidity.
"I'm leaving!" I huffed, and stormed out. I couldn't stand his idiocy anymore, I just had to get out of there. Those were my only thoughts as I hopped into my Chevy Camaro and headed to Elena's house.
When I pulled onto her street, I decided to park a few houses down, that way she wouldn't see me. I didn't want her to go hide if she saw my car. Better safe then sorry. Now I just have to find a way in... well, I've been favoring windows lately, so I think I'll get in that way. Hopefully she didn't lock her bedroom window, otherwise I'll be stuck finding another way in.
I stood outside her window, seeing if she was actually home. I heard her breathing, so I decided to climb through her window. I was up there in a flash, but she hasn't noticed me yet. She's looking in her mirror, putting on some makeup, which she doesn't need. I know what I'll do, I'll appear behind her in the mirror. That'll make her notice me... and scare the crap out of her in the process, at least I'll get a good laugh out of it.
I've been standing behind her for about five minutes now and she still hasn't noticed me. Maybe I should say something. The only problem with that is I don't think it will scare her as much if I do say something. Which I would love to get a good laugh out of this if I can, I mean this is going to be a long, boring, conversation.
Elena's POV
Oh my god, I only have ten minutes to get ready for this party! Thanks for the heads up Caroline! I mean, really, how am I supposed to get changed, due my hair, and due my makeup in ten minutes? I've got my hair done, and now... I'm done with my makeup. Now I just have to get changed and... "AHHHHHHH!" Oh my god, what is Damon doing here?! "W-why are you here?" I stuttered. I don't know why I'm still scared of him, if he wanted to kill me, I'd be dead right now.
"I came to explain some things," he said, almost begging for me to listen to him. "What things?" I cautioned, afraid of the answer. "Everything," he informed. "What do you mean by everything?" I asked curiously. "I mean everything that's ever happened to me, how I became a vampire and so on," he responded. "I don't know..." I argued. "One day, give me ONE day," he pleaded. He gave me this puppy dog face and my heart just melted. "Fine, but I have to go to a party right now so..." I started. "Perfect," he beamed. "What do you -" I was cut off with, "I'm coming with you." I knew there was no arguing, once he made up his mind, he wasn't changing it.
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