We Know This Story
A/N: I don't know what this is.
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He doesn't know what he's doing here. It's a high school goddamn. And he isn't Stefan.
He looks around. He's surrounded by students; tall, dorky, beautiful - and Damon painfully realized - all too unreal and plastic. He's wondering does that even make any sense when his eyes catch a lanky blonde's anguished brown ones.
It's like he's looking at a different him. There's that tall kid staring at a bubbly blonde girl - sitting on her boyfriend's(?) lap, laughing over something he said - indifferent to a pair of eyes trained on her. A flick of her hair and a warm smile later, Damon Salvatore knows this story.
He looks back at the tall kid. Wants to give him a slight pat on his back, strangely. Shakes his head. Looks around. But he goes back to looking back at the scene of not-so-domestic happiness in front of him. The girl, Veronica - his boyfriend calls her - is now getting up when she catches him looking at her. Damon smiles. Cocks his head. She frowns in his direction, not sure why a leather-clad stranger is smiling at her. She glances back at her boyfriend, ready to comment when from the corner of her eyes she registers a flash of movement.
He's gone.
It's been two days since he has returned to Mystic Falls yet he's uneasy. Lounging on his armchair, liquor doesn't help him lose the longing. For what? Ele...
He clamps down the thought almost furiously. Gets back on his feet. Starts pacing around. Gulps down more wine than he should. Chokes. Sighs. Feels weird. He should have brought the blonde kid along with him. It would have done him good,
After all, human girls are always trouble.
Back in Neptune, Logan Echolls murmurs the same as he falls asleep.