Someone to believe in. Damon/Elena, AU.
Title: SOmeone to believe in (in progress)
Pairing: Damon/Elena,AU, all human.
Spoilers: NONE
Disclaimer: none of them belong to me at all.
Summary: Elena and Damon had been friends since they were kids.Best friends.When Giuseppe Salvatore comes back from his business trip,Damon realizes he needs Elena now more than ever
How can I even begin to describe my relationship with Damon? We've known each other for years, ever since we were kids. In kindergarten he was even my very first friend; letting me borrow his crayons when mine broke, and he shared his lunch with me whenever I had the misfortune of Mom packing me a lunch a starving dog would find inedible. At one point we were even neighbors. Until his parents bought the Boarding House. Every time his mother invited me to dinner, I got a case of nerves mixed with intense fascination. Not only was Damon my first crush and first kiss, but he was also my prom date. Every girl in school envied me when I showed up to the dance with him, especially my friend Caroline, who secretly had a crush on him. When the hardest part of my life hit, the death of my parents, he was there. No questions asked. He just held me while a cried into his chest for hours, soaking his blue shirt with my tears, and he didn't say a word.
He's the best friend I could ever ask for.
He thinks that he knows all my deepest concerns, and sometimes I think its better that way. The one secret that he doesn't know is that; I have been in love with him for as long as I can remember. However, I can't tell him that. What kind of friend would I be if I told him that? Ah, well, a girl can dream.
You see, he's the type of guy who could get any girl he wanted just by batting those beautiful eyes of his. They would drool at his feet and do whatever he asked of them without any compunction, what-so-ever. Even though he: flirts, breaks hearts, and makes girls cry; I know he would never do that to me. He wouldn't do that simply because he sees me as the girl who used to do his homework while he was out on a hot date, the one who covered for him with his father whenever he was late for dinner, saying he was helping me with my math homework. However, he was really making out with some blonde chick in the backseat of his car.
Yeah, he would never see me like that. Never.
But I don't care, not really. I mean I used to care back then, when I first found myself day dreaming about him, or caught myself watching him licking his lips and blushing, but now I don't. I'm happy with the way things are; being best friends. He trusts me and I trust him, that's more than enough for me.
My phone rings, and there's no need for me to actually look at the screen to know who it is.
"Damon," the smile spreading across my lips is undeniable. Just hearing his voice keeps my heart at peace.
"Hey, I'm sorry but I won't be able to make it for lunch today."
"Why? What is it?"
He lets out a loud sigh and I know there must be something going on, something not very good.
"Dad is coming back from his business trip."
"Oh."
Giuseppe Salvatore, Damon's dad, was the coldest man I have ever heard of. While I haven't had the opportunity to meet him yet, myself, everything Damon tells me about him just seems wrong. Whenever he speaks about his father, there's never even a hint of happiness in his voice, nor is there any sign of pride or affection. When Damon was still very young and his brother Stefan just a toddler, their mother died. Barely paying attention to the boys, Giuseppe focused all his energy on whatever business her had. The only acknowledgement of Damon's existence came when his father yelled at him, usually for every single thing he did. Maybe Damon spent so much time with my aunt and me, not even inviting me over for dinner, because there wasn't a moment's peace at his place.
Mr. Salvatore hated what Damon did, never mind that Damon loved it, he hated it with a passion, simply because he could. I got the distinct impression that he never loved him in the first place.
"And he wants to see me," Damon continued, "so I'm gonna have to mentally prepare for what is yet to come."
"I understand. Call me if you need anything."
"I'm pretty sure you will have to clean the blood for when my dad kicks the hell out of me."
"Damon, don't say that."
"Well it's true, I'm sure that's all he ever wanted to do. Don't know why it's taking so long."
"He's your father."
"I'm sure he wishes he wasn't."
There's an uncomfortable silence between us, and I find myself conflicted on what to do. Part of me wants to say something- anything- that will make him feel better, but another part of me just wants to cry for him.
"Anyway, I'll call you when my misery is over."
"Promise me you won't do anything stupid."
"Don't worry; I'll be the good son this time."
The good son. I guess he always thought Stefan was the perfect son, because he was willing to do whatever stupidity his father asked him; like follow his path and take over his business, and Damon refused so many times. He choose a different career, a different lifestyle, therefore he wasn't "the good" son anymore and that broke him inside. Obviously he wasn't ready to admit that to anyone not even me.
TBC
Pairing: Damon/Elena,AU, all human.
Spoilers: NONE
Disclaimer: none of them belong to me at all.
Summary: Elena and Damon had been friends since they were kids.Best friends.When Giuseppe Salvatore comes back from his business trip,Damon realizes he needs Elena now more than ever
How can I even begin to describe my relationship with Damon? We've known each other for years, ever since we were kids. In kindergarten he was even my very first friend; letting me borrow his crayons when mine broke, and he shared his lunch with me whenever I had the misfortune of Mom packing me a lunch a starving dog would find inedible. At one point we were even neighbors. Until his parents bought the Boarding House. Every time his mother invited me to dinner, I got a case of nerves mixed with intense fascination. Not only was Damon my first crush and first kiss, but he was also my prom date. Every girl in school envied me when I showed up to the dance with him, especially my friend Caroline, who secretly had a crush on him. When the hardest part of my life hit, the death of my parents, he was there. No questions asked. He just held me while a cried into his chest for hours, soaking his blue shirt with my tears, and he didn't say a word.
He's the best friend I could ever ask for.
He thinks that he knows all my deepest concerns, and sometimes I think its better that way. The one secret that he doesn't know is that; I have been in love with him for as long as I can remember. However, I can't tell him that. What kind of friend would I be if I told him that? Ah, well, a girl can dream.
You see, he's the type of guy who could get any girl he wanted just by batting those beautiful eyes of his. They would drool at his feet and do whatever he asked of them without any compunction, what-so-ever. Even though he: flirts, breaks hearts, and makes girls cry; I know he would never do that to me. He wouldn't do that simply because he sees me as the girl who used to do his homework while he was out on a hot date, the one who covered for him with his father whenever he was late for dinner, saying he was helping me with my math homework. However, he was really making out with some blonde chick in the backseat of his car.
Yeah, he would never see me like that. Never.
But I don't care, not really. I mean I used to care back then, when I first found myself day dreaming about him, or caught myself watching him licking his lips and blushing, but now I don't. I'm happy with the way things are; being best friends. He trusts me and I trust him, that's more than enough for me.
My phone rings, and there's no need for me to actually look at the screen to know who it is.
"Damon," the smile spreading across my lips is undeniable. Just hearing his voice keeps my heart at peace.
"Hey, I'm sorry but I won't be able to make it for lunch today."
"Why? What is it?"
He lets out a loud sigh and I know there must be something going on, something not very good.
"Dad is coming back from his business trip."
"Oh."
Giuseppe Salvatore, Damon's dad, was the coldest man I have ever heard of. While I haven't had the opportunity to meet him yet, myself, everything Damon tells me about him just seems wrong. Whenever he speaks about his father, there's never even a hint of happiness in his voice, nor is there any sign of pride or affection. When Damon was still very young and his brother Stefan just a toddler, their mother died. Barely paying attention to the boys, Giuseppe focused all his energy on whatever business her had. The only acknowledgement of Damon's existence came when his father yelled at him, usually for every single thing he did. Maybe Damon spent so much time with my aunt and me, not even inviting me over for dinner, because there wasn't a moment's peace at his place.
Mr. Salvatore hated what Damon did, never mind that Damon loved it, he hated it with a passion, simply because he could. I got the distinct impression that he never loved him in the first place.
"And he wants to see me," Damon continued, "so I'm gonna have to mentally prepare for what is yet to come."
"I understand. Call me if you need anything."
"I'm pretty sure you will have to clean the blood for when my dad kicks the hell out of me."
"Damon, don't say that."
"Well it's true, I'm sure that's all he ever wanted to do. Don't know why it's taking so long."
"He's your father."
"I'm sure he wishes he wasn't."
There's an uncomfortable silence between us, and I find myself conflicted on what to do. Part of me wants to say something- anything- that will make him feel better, but another part of me just wants to cry for him.
"Anyway, I'll call you when my misery is over."
"Promise me you won't do anything stupid."
"Don't worry; I'll be the good son this time."
The good son. I guess he always thought Stefan was the perfect son, because he was willing to do whatever stupidity his father asked him; like follow his path and take over his business, and Damon refused so many times. He choose a different career, a different lifestyle, therefore he wasn't "the good" son anymore and that broke him inside. Obviously he wasn't ready to admit that to anyone not even me.
TBC