Damon and Elena: Simpler Life (Part 12)
“Elena, let’s go get the food ready. We’ll let you guys have a little… chat,” Miranda said, heading into the kitchen with Elena following.
Elena knew what was coming. Questions. And a lot of them.
“That’s the boy you’re in love with?” her mom whispered, pointing toward the living room.
“Uh, yeah,” Elena said, nervously brushing her hand through her hair.
“How old is he?”
“Uh, not that old…” she trailed off, muttering “Twenty-one,” under her breath. She avoided her mom’s gaze, grabbing a serving spoon.
“Elena, it’s alright,” she said, her voice soothing. “I know you care about him. It’s just… don’t you think you’re growing up a bit fast. Elena, he’s twenty one. Are you sure he’s in love with you?”
Elena looked up at her mother, shocked. “Mom, Damon loves me. So much. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep me safe.” Her mom just nodded. Damon was going to have to be very charming in order to get her approval. Elena knew it.
They walked into the room, and Damon looked tense. Elena gave Damon a confused look, but he shook it off. He was very confused by Grayson, but put on a kind attitude while they led him to the dining room. “You have a lovely home,” he said sweetly, and Elena let out a relieved sigh when her mother smiled approvingly.
But she could still sense the tension between Damon and her dad. Probably because of the fact that Damon was older, she thought. But, they both acted as if nothing was up, during dinner, and Damon placed his hand on Elena’s knee while they ate. “See, I told you we could cook,” he said, his forehead against the side of her face. Elena grinned, closing her eyes.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I’m glad to see that Elena’s actually happy with a boy,” Miranda said approvingly. “You guys are so cute!”
“Mom,” Elena started, then turned to face Damon. “Parents,” she mumbled, knowing he hated being called cute. He just shrugged it off, and then looked back to Grayson, who was trying to be happy for them.
“Damon,” he said, once he noticed their food was finished. “Would you like to finish our conversation?”
“Of course, Mr. Gilbert,” he said kindly, standing up.
…
Once Damon and Grayson were in the family room, they tensed up. “What do you know?” Damon demanded.
“You’ve been alive since 1864,” he stated, with wide eyes.
“How do you know all of this?”
“I am on the secret council, you know? And, let’s not forget that Jonathan Gilbert wrote about you and Katherine in his journals.”
“I see,” Damon said, feeling somewhat annoyed. His personal life wasn’t as personal as he thought it was. Damn journal.
“Does Elena know this?” Grayson asked, intimidated by Damon. He was trying not to judge him, but he knew about vampires. They were hateful creatures, and deserved to be hated in return.
“Of course,” Damon said, nodding his head. This was no longer about just getting Elena’s father’s approval. This was business.
“You need to leave my daughter alone,” Grayson said sternly. “She may be falling into your little trap, but she deserves to be more than just a blood supply.” Damon’s mouth dropped open. Grayson was so ignorant about this. Who did this man think he was, to tell Damon he was using Elena?
“I would never use Elena,” Damon told him. “I care about her. I’m never going to hurt her. I swear.”
“I wish I could believe you,” he began. “But you are soulless. And we both know it, Damon. Now, if you don’t mind, leave my house. And please, do not tell Elena about my knowledge. I will tell her when the time is right.” Grayson pointed to the door, his brows furrowed.
Damon just rolled his eyes and left. So much for getting Daddy’s approval, he thought.
(Later that night)
Jonah was drinking Damon’s whisky when his friend walked through the door. “Why the pout, Bobbyo?” he asked, looking into the bottomless glass.
“Ugh, her dad hates me,” Damon explained, groaning. He grabbed a random bottle of whisky from the table and took a huge sip. He swallowed and sat on the couch.
“Life sucks, dude.”
“Yup,” Damon said, popping the “P”. Jonah just smirked and left house, an idea popping into his head. His next stop?
Elena’s.
…
Elena was sitting in her room, listening to music when Jonah knocked on her window. She rolled her eyes and opened the window. “Jonah, what do you want?” she demanded. His eyes hungrily took in the sight before him: gray sweat pants and a short camisole that ended just after her belly button.
“Please, invite me in,” he said simply. “It’s cold out.”
“Too bad.”
“Pleeeease!!!” he said, acting like a little kid. “Please, please, please, pleeeasee!!!”
“Fine, come in and shut up!” she told him, rolling her eyes. And Jonah slowly entered, looking extremely nervous for no apparent reason.
“Look, Jonah, I’m not in the best of moods, so please, whatever you want, make it qui-” She was cut off, when Jonah’s lips crashed upon hers. He held her face in place. Elena tried to push away, but he was too strong.
And after a while, Elena realized she was kissing back.
Chapter 21
Elena had been kissing Jonah for what seemed like hours. They were now sitting on the edge of her bed. Her hand was at the side of his face, the other tangling with his fiery hair. His arms were just wrapped around her waist and shoulders, holding her in an unbreakable embrace. They were kissing each other hungrily now.
She didn’t know why or how, but then one word crossed Elena’s mind for the first time in a long time:
Damon.
She immediately pushed Jonah away, Damon’s name sending a guilty shock through her body. Now she just felt confused. “Oh my god,” she muttered, and then became angry. “Stay out of my head!”
Jonah licked his lips, smirking. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb!” she snapped, giving Jonah a hard slap across his face. He fell back from the impact. “What the hell is your problem?!”
He brought his hands up to his jaw for a moment, looking into Elena’s eyes. “Oh, please. You know you enjoyed that, Elena.” He lifted an eyebrow at her, and his expression looked all too much like Damon when he was being sarcastic.
“You made me enjoy it!” she shouted
“You know you love me,” he said, going in for another kiss. She pushed him away, screaming at the top of her lungs. Within seconds, her father came bursting through the door. Elena immediately let out a sigh of relief.
“Elena, what’s wrong?” he asked, highly confused. She just looked dazed and frazzled. It took her a minute to respond.
“Uh… nothing. We’ll… uh, talk later. Sorry, Dad. I have to go talk to Damon. It’s… ummm… urgent!”
Elena knew her father didn’t approve of Damon for some reason, but she quickly pushed past him and ran outside, feeling the tears fall. How could she do this to Damon, even if she was being compelled?
She dialed her cell phone as she walked outside. She called Damon’s number. He immediately picked up. “Well hello, Princess.”
“Damon, I need to talk with you. I would drive, but I don’t think I’d make it to the boarding house without breaking out into tears again,” she said through her sobs. She ran her hands through her hair, waiting for Damon’s response, when he was suddenly standing in front of her, his face concerned and solemn. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, in a comforting hug.
Elena hugged back and continued crying into Damon’s shoulder. He stroked her hair soothingly, whispering meaningless things into her ear. “Elena,” he said louder now. “What happened?”
She continued sobbing for a while, until mumbling into his shoulder, “Jonah happened.” He immediately pulled away just a bit, to look into her glossy, guilt filled eyes.
“Let’s go to the boarding house, okay? We can talk there.” Elena nodded in agreement as Damon picked her up in his arms and ran to the boarding house using his vampire speed. When they reached his room, Damon set her down. “What happened with Jonah?”
“Well, he showed up at my window,” Elena said, sitting on Damon’s bed. “And he wanted me to invite me in. He kept begging me, and driving me nuts, so I invited him in. And then…”
“We kissed,” a voice said from the doorway. Elena and Damon turned around to see Jonah, staring at them with a huge smirk plastered on his face.
I know, this chapter is a little short! Sorry! Wanted to post SOMETHING! How do you think Damon will react to the news?? Only a few chapters left!
Please give me your feedback. I know I haven’t updated very often but every time I get a review I get inspired to get on my computer and write more! Thanks!
-Sara
Elena knew what was coming. Questions. And a lot of them.
“That’s the boy you’re in love with?” her mom whispered, pointing toward the living room.
“Uh, yeah,” Elena said, nervously brushing her hand through her hair.
“How old is he?”
“Uh, not that old…” she trailed off, muttering “Twenty-one,” under her breath. She avoided her mom’s gaze, grabbing a serving spoon.
“Elena, it’s alright,” she said, her voice soothing. “I know you care about him. It’s just… don’t you think you’re growing up a bit fast. Elena, he’s twenty one. Are you sure he’s in love with you?”
Elena looked up at her mother, shocked. “Mom, Damon loves me. So much. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep me safe.” Her mom just nodded. Damon was going to have to be very charming in order to get her approval. Elena knew it.
They walked into the room, and Damon looked tense. Elena gave Damon a confused look, but he shook it off. He was very confused by Grayson, but put on a kind attitude while they led him to the dining room. “You have a lovely home,” he said sweetly, and Elena let out a relieved sigh when her mother smiled approvingly.
But she could still sense the tension between Damon and her dad. Probably because of the fact that Damon was older, she thought. But, they both acted as if nothing was up, during dinner, and Damon placed his hand on Elena’s knee while they ate. “See, I told you we could cook,” he said, his forehead against the side of her face. Elena grinned, closing her eyes.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I’m glad to see that Elena’s actually happy with a boy,” Miranda said approvingly. “You guys are so cute!”
“Mom,” Elena started, then turned to face Damon. “Parents,” she mumbled, knowing he hated being called cute. He just shrugged it off, and then looked back to Grayson, who was trying to be happy for them.
“Damon,” he said, once he noticed their food was finished. “Would you like to finish our conversation?”
“Of course, Mr. Gilbert,” he said kindly, standing up.
…
Once Damon and Grayson were in the family room, they tensed up. “What do you know?” Damon demanded.
“You’ve been alive since 1864,” he stated, with wide eyes.
“How do you know all of this?”
“I am on the secret council, you know? And, let’s not forget that Jonathan Gilbert wrote about you and Katherine in his journals.”
“I see,” Damon said, feeling somewhat annoyed. His personal life wasn’t as personal as he thought it was. Damn journal.
“Does Elena know this?” Grayson asked, intimidated by Damon. He was trying not to judge him, but he knew about vampires. They were hateful creatures, and deserved to be hated in return.
“Of course,” Damon said, nodding his head. This was no longer about just getting Elena’s father’s approval. This was business.
“You need to leave my daughter alone,” Grayson said sternly. “She may be falling into your little trap, but she deserves to be more than just a blood supply.” Damon’s mouth dropped open. Grayson was so ignorant about this. Who did this man think he was, to tell Damon he was using Elena?
“I would never use Elena,” Damon told him. “I care about her. I’m never going to hurt her. I swear.”
“I wish I could believe you,” he began. “But you are soulless. And we both know it, Damon. Now, if you don’t mind, leave my house. And please, do not tell Elena about my knowledge. I will tell her when the time is right.” Grayson pointed to the door, his brows furrowed.
Damon just rolled his eyes and left. So much for getting Daddy’s approval, he thought.
(Later that night)
Jonah was drinking Damon’s whisky when his friend walked through the door. “Why the pout, Bobbyo?” he asked, looking into the bottomless glass.
“Ugh, her dad hates me,” Damon explained, groaning. He grabbed a random bottle of whisky from the table and took a huge sip. He swallowed and sat on the couch.
“Life sucks, dude.”
“Yup,” Damon said, popping the “P”. Jonah just smirked and left house, an idea popping into his head. His next stop?
Elena’s.
…
Elena was sitting in her room, listening to music when Jonah knocked on her window. She rolled her eyes and opened the window. “Jonah, what do you want?” she demanded. His eyes hungrily took in the sight before him: gray sweat pants and a short camisole that ended just after her belly button.
“Please, invite me in,” he said simply. “It’s cold out.”
“Too bad.”
“Pleeeease!!!” he said, acting like a little kid. “Please, please, please, pleeeasee!!!”
“Fine, come in and shut up!” she told him, rolling her eyes. And Jonah slowly entered, looking extremely nervous for no apparent reason.
“Look, Jonah, I’m not in the best of moods, so please, whatever you want, make it qui-” She was cut off, when Jonah’s lips crashed upon hers. He held her face in place. Elena tried to push away, but he was too strong.
And after a while, Elena realized she was kissing back.
Chapter 21
Elena had been kissing Jonah for what seemed like hours. They were now sitting on the edge of her bed. Her hand was at the side of his face, the other tangling with his fiery hair. His arms were just wrapped around her waist and shoulders, holding her in an unbreakable embrace. They were kissing each other hungrily now.
She didn’t know why or how, but then one word crossed Elena’s mind for the first time in a long time:
Damon.
She immediately pushed Jonah away, Damon’s name sending a guilty shock through her body. Now she just felt confused. “Oh my god,” she muttered, and then became angry. “Stay out of my head!”
Jonah licked his lips, smirking. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb!” she snapped, giving Jonah a hard slap across his face. He fell back from the impact. “What the hell is your problem?!”
He brought his hands up to his jaw for a moment, looking into Elena’s eyes. “Oh, please. You know you enjoyed that, Elena.” He lifted an eyebrow at her, and his expression looked all too much like Damon when he was being sarcastic.
“You made me enjoy it!” she shouted
“You know you love me,” he said, going in for another kiss. She pushed him away, screaming at the top of her lungs. Within seconds, her father came bursting through the door. Elena immediately let out a sigh of relief.
“Elena, what’s wrong?” he asked, highly confused. She just looked dazed and frazzled. It took her a minute to respond.
“Uh… nothing. We’ll… uh, talk later. Sorry, Dad. I have to go talk to Damon. It’s… ummm… urgent!”
Elena knew her father didn’t approve of Damon for some reason, but she quickly pushed past him and ran outside, feeling the tears fall. How could she do this to Damon, even if she was being compelled?
She dialed her cell phone as she walked outside. She called Damon’s number. He immediately picked up. “Well hello, Princess.”
“Damon, I need to talk with you. I would drive, but I don’t think I’d make it to the boarding house without breaking out into tears again,” she said through her sobs. She ran her hands through her hair, waiting for Damon’s response, when he was suddenly standing in front of her, his face concerned and solemn. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, in a comforting hug.
Elena hugged back and continued crying into Damon’s shoulder. He stroked her hair soothingly, whispering meaningless things into her ear. “Elena,” he said louder now. “What happened?”
She continued sobbing for a while, until mumbling into his shoulder, “Jonah happened.” He immediately pulled away just a bit, to look into her glossy, guilt filled eyes.
“Let’s go to the boarding house, okay? We can talk there.” Elena nodded in agreement as Damon picked her up in his arms and ran to the boarding house using his vampire speed. When they reached his room, Damon set her down. “What happened with Jonah?”
“Well, he showed up at my window,” Elena said, sitting on Damon’s bed. “And he wanted me to invite me in. He kept begging me, and driving me nuts, so I invited him in. And then…”
“We kissed,” a voice said from the doorway. Elena and Damon turned around to see Jonah, staring at them with a huge smirk plastered on his face.
I know, this chapter is a little short! Sorry! Wanted to post SOMETHING! How do you think Damon will react to the news?? Only a few chapters left!
Please give me your feedback. I know I haven’t updated very often but every time I get a review I get inspired to get on my computer and write more! Thanks!
-Sara