Reckless Minds

A Moment Lost in Time

Uh oh, corsage... I guess we know what that means... DELENA PROM!!!
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I can't believe Damon convinced me to go to PROM. I mean seriously. He knows that I can't stand it if Stefan's not here. But... There is a part of me that is thrilled to be picked up by Damon, have him slip the corsage on me, us getting into his gorgeous car and going to the dance organized by the one and only Caroline Forbes. A part of me excited for him to dance with me, because I know what an amazing dancer he is.

I'm snapped out of my daze of Damon galore when Caroline comes in.

"Come on!!! Prom dress shopping time!!!" I laugh at my over-eager best friend. We drive downtown and we start walking down the street. I shriek as someone grabs my waist from the back. I automatically know who it is due to the icy blue eyes.

"Damon!" He sets me down. Caroline pouts.

"It's girl's day, Damon."

"I just wanted to make sure you got her out of the house to pick out a dress for prom."

"Well, I'm here. I'll see you tonight."

"Text me the color of your dress." I laugh and shake my head, but my heart beats rapidly in my chest. Caroline raises an eyebrow at me.

"What?" Her face lights up.

"Oh my god! It's finally happening!"

"What?"

"You're in love with Damon!" How did she- oh. Damn vampires, can hear my heartbeat. That's the most annoying thing about being human. I brush off her declaration.

"What? No. I'm not in love with Damon." She gives me a look. Well, not just any look- the look. I sigh and stomp my foot.

"I can't lie to you." She squeals.

"You two are going to be so cute at Prom tonight! You should wear his favorite color. What is his-" I interrupt her.

"Care, slow down." She tilts her head at me.

"You're going to tell him, right?" I take a deep breath.

"Elena, he deserves to know. I mean, the guy is madly in love with you."

"I know that. And I know that he deserves to know. But it's not something that you can just come out and say."

"Then show it! Kiss him tonight!" I give up.

"Okay. But if you bring it up at all anymore, then no." She pretends to zip her lips.

"You're still wearing his favorite color." I laugh and we head down to the dress shop. I text Damon.

Me: What's your favorite color ;)
Damon: Is this considered sexting?
Damon: Because I'd like to get to actually have sex with you before we start any of THAT.

I drop my jaw.

Me: Ass.
Damon: Wait, isn't it a little late? Denver, right?
Me: Like you could forget.
Damon: Touché, doppelgänger. Touché.
Damon: Why do you want to know my favorite color?
Me: Well, if you don't tell me, I'll wear the most obnoxious dress I can find in here.
Damon: Funny. My favorite color is black.
Me: See, now was that so hard?
Damon: Shut up XD

I laugh and Caroline looks over at me.

"What's so hilarious?"

"Damon Salvatore."

"What'd he say?" She pokes me and I let her read the conversation. I try to grab my phone when she gets to the Denver part. But... I'm too late. Her jaw drops.