My eyes fluttered open as rays of sun peeked into the dark room. I stretched and finally got up, getting ready to start my day. The night before flashed before my eyes, my night with Matt--my best friend and ex boyfriend. But last night we had reconnected and it was...amazing. But I had to tell Damon and Stefan about what happened, because I couldn't lie to them. Not more then I already had. I took a deep breathe and looked in my mirror, at myself. My dark brown hair was straightened, as usual, and my expression was just plain. I took another deep breathe and grabbed for my phone, dialling Damon's number.
"Hey, it's me. I'm not sure why you didn't pick up but I need to talk to you...I'm on my way over." I say into the quiet phone. I grab my car keys and leave the house, making my way to the Salvatore house.
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I got out of my car and walk up to the large house, taking a deep breathe. I knock on the door and wait. The door opens and there stands Stefan, he was shirtless and in sweatpants.
"Elena, hey." he said, letting me inside. We walked into the den and he poured himself a glass of blood. I shifted uncomfortably where I was standing, looking at the floor.
"What do you need to tell me, Elena?" Stefan said, staring at me. Of course he knew I had to tell him something, it was Stefan- he always knew when i had something to say.
"Where's Damon? I want both of you to be here for this" I replied, still staring at the floor.
"Elena, Damon's not here. Just tell me without him, I can tell it's bothering you" he insists. We're sitting on the couch now and I'm staring down at my hands. But I finally tell Stefan, everything. He doesn't say anything for a few moments and I just stare at the floor.
"I knew, Elena. I knew you still felt something for him, I could tell by the way you looked at him. He's good for you, he always has been" he finally says. I smile at him and he smiles back, squeezes my hand and walks out of the room. I don't move, I just sit there deep in my thoughts when I hear the floor creak. I turn around to see Damon, standing there staring at me.
"I got your message" he says, walking in the room. I stand up as he walks toward me. Before I can get any words out, he's kissing me but I shove him away.
"Damon! What are you doing?!" I yell, wiping my face with the back of my hand.
"you said you wanted to talk, I thought you meant..." he starts but I stop him
"Damon, I slept with Matt!" I blurt out and his face completely changes.
"Elena...."
"it's always been him, Damon. It was never you or Stefan"
"You've got to be kidding me. The bus boy, really? Of all people?"
"He's what I want, Damon, he's what I've ALWAYS wanted. I'm not letting go of him, not again. I cant, I'm sorry."
"Yeah..right" he says and walks away, leaving me alone in the den, watching him leave.
