Someone to believe in, Damon/Elena chapter III
Title: SOmeone to believe in
Pairing: Damon/Elena,AU, all human.
Spoilers: NONE
Disclaimer: none of them belong to me at all.
"What time are you picking me up?"
He laughs on the phone and I frown confused.
"I'm serious Damon. If you want to be my boyfriend you have to play it right."
"I'm sorry, Darling. I'll pick you up around noon."
"You told your dad I was coming over, right? No more surprises?"
"Yes I did and he's eager to meet you."
I don't have a good feeling about this. I have a feeling that he's going to say something wrong or completely inappropriate and get himself in more trouble than he is in already. I shouldn't have agreed to this.
"God he's going to hate me."
"Hey! Don't say that. He's going to love you!"
"Will he?"
The question hangs in the air for several seconds. I'm fairly certain that he has no idea what to expect from his father. Maybe he was as scared as me. However, it was obvious that he wasn't going to change his mind. It was too late for that anyway.
"Ok, so I'll be picking you up soon. Stay calm and be cool."
"I am cool and calm. Why?"
"Everything will be fine, trust me."
"I trust you. I feel the opposite when it comes to your dad."
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My hands are sweaty .Never in a million years did I expect to get sweaty hands from visiting Damon's house. I have a bad feeling about this. Did I mention I have a bad feeling about this? Because I do. I could just run away and leave, make up and excuse and lock myself in my house. But then again, I'm doing this for him, because he needs me and I'm sure he will do the same for me. Besides this will be over soon, I mean it's not that I'm against playing Damon's girl; I'm against doing this in front of his jerk of a father.
I've been repeating that to myself, like a mantra, for the last few hours.
"Here we are," I freeze when he opens the car door for me. In a typical Damon effort to make me feel better, he takes my hand, not knowing that it actually made everything worse.
"Do I look good," I ask, nervous about my dark jeans and my dark green shirt.
"You look perfect."
I take a deep breath and squeeze his hand.
"Let's get this over with."
Once he opens the front door, he pulls me inside. Instantly, I pick up on the voices talking in another room. One voice I recognize as Stefan and the other, I assume, is that of Damon's father. We stop in the entrance of the living room, where sure enough Stefan is talking with an older man. As soon as they notice us, they stop talking and the smile on the older man's face vanishes. Maybe he expected someone else, or some other girl to be holding his son's hand.
"Dad, this is my girlfriend Elena," he introduces me and the old man, ever the gentleman, gets up from his position at the couch and stretches his hand, which I immediately took.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Salvatore," I say and he smiles faintly. Now that I'm able to actually look at him, he really doesn't look so old. His grey hair is perfectly combed backwards and his dark blue three piece suit made him look perfectly like the business man that he was.
"The pleasure is all mine," he replies kindly. "Please have a seat."
I sit next to him on the big couch, pulling Damon with me. He squeezes my hand for what seems to be the third time in less than five minutes, and I find myself swallowing hard. I did not like the way his father was staring at me, it was like he was inspecting everything about me, from my shoes to my hair. I felt intimidated by it.
"Damon, why don't you get Elena something to drink?" Giuseppe spoke and Damon shared a small glance of approval from me before standing up.
"Apple juice, right," he asks me and I smile. He knows me too well. He disappears in the kitchen and Giuseppe's attention was all in me.
"So tell Elena, what is it that you do?"
"Well I...I right now I'm working as a waitress at the Mystic Grill."
"Waitress?"
"Yes, it's the only way I can pay for college."
"Oh so you're a student then," he smiles relived. "I'm sorry, for a second I thought you were just a waitress."
I pretend I don't feel offended by his words and the way he speaks about my current job.
"No, I'm in my second year studying literature."
"That's amazing. What are you planning to do next?"
"I was offered a job as a teacher at my old high school."
"Are you taking it?"
"Of course. It's the best job I could ever ask for."
"If you say so," he whispers and I can't stop the response that comes out of my mouth.
"I'm sorry sir; I don't understand what you mean by that."
"I'm sure you'll find something better to do after you marry Damon. Surely you don't think teaching will take you anywhere."
"What makes you believe that I want to get married?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'm still young, I can work, and marriage isn't exactly my number one priority.)
"Then quite frankly young lady I have no idea what are you doing with my son".
TBC
Pairing: Damon/Elena,AU, all human.
Spoilers: NONE
Disclaimer: none of them belong to me at all.
"What time are you picking me up?"
He laughs on the phone and I frown confused.
"I'm serious Damon. If you want to be my boyfriend you have to play it right."
"I'm sorry, Darling. I'll pick you up around noon."
"You told your dad I was coming over, right? No more surprises?"
"Yes I did and he's eager to meet you."
I don't have a good feeling about this. I have a feeling that he's going to say something wrong or completely inappropriate and get himself in more trouble than he is in already. I shouldn't have agreed to this.
"God he's going to hate me."
"Hey! Don't say that. He's going to love you!"
"Will he?"
The question hangs in the air for several seconds. I'm fairly certain that he has no idea what to expect from his father. Maybe he was as scared as me. However, it was obvious that he wasn't going to change his mind. It was too late for that anyway.
"Ok, so I'll be picking you up soon. Stay calm and be cool."
"I am cool and calm. Why?"
"Everything will be fine, trust me."
"I trust you. I feel the opposite when it comes to your dad."
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My hands are sweaty .Never in a million years did I expect to get sweaty hands from visiting Damon's house. I have a bad feeling about this. Did I mention I have a bad feeling about this? Because I do. I could just run away and leave, make up and excuse and lock myself in my house. But then again, I'm doing this for him, because he needs me and I'm sure he will do the same for me. Besides this will be over soon, I mean it's not that I'm against playing Damon's girl; I'm against doing this in front of his jerk of a father.
I've been repeating that to myself, like a mantra, for the last few hours.
"Here we are," I freeze when he opens the car door for me. In a typical Damon effort to make me feel better, he takes my hand, not knowing that it actually made everything worse.
"Do I look good," I ask, nervous about my dark jeans and my dark green shirt.
"You look perfect."
I take a deep breath and squeeze his hand.
"Let's get this over with."
Once he opens the front door, he pulls me inside. Instantly, I pick up on the voices talking in another room. One voice I recognize as Stefan and the other, I assume, is that of Damon's father. We stop in the entrance of the living room, where sure enough Stefan is talking with an older man. As soon as they notice us, they stop talking and the smile on the older man's face vanishes. Maybe he expected someone else, or some other girl to be holding his son's hand.
"Dad, this is my girlfriend Elena," he introduces me and the old man, ever the gentleman, gets up from his position at the couch and stretches his hand, which I immediately took.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Salvatore," I say and he smiles faintly. Now that I'm able to actually look at him, he really doesn't look so old. His grey hair is perfectly combed backwards and his dark blue three piece suit made him look perfectly like the business man that he was.
"The pleasure is all mine," he replies kindly. "Please have a seat."
I sit next to him on the big couch, pulling Damon with me. He squeezes my hand for what seems to be the third time in less than five minutes, and I find myself swallowing hard. I did not like the way his father was staring at me, it was like he was inspecting everything about me, from my shoes to my hair. I felt intimidated by it.
"Damon, why don't you get Elena something to drink?" Giuseppe spoke and Damon shared a small glance of approval from me before standing up.
"Apple juice, right," he asks me and I smile. He knows me too well. He disappears in the kitchen and Giuseppe's attention was all in me.
"So tell Elena, what is it that you do?"
"Well I...I right now I'm working as a waitress at the Mystic Grill."
"Waitress?"
"Yes, it's the only way I can pay for college."
"Oh so you're a student then," he smiles relived. "I'm sorry, for a second I thought you were just a waitress."
I pretend I don't feel offended by his words and the way he speaks about my current job.
"No, I'm in my second year studying literature."
"That's amazing. What are you planning to do next?"
"I was offered a job as a teacher at my old high school."
"Are you taking it?"
"Of course. It's the best job I could ever ask for."
"If you say so," he whispers and I can't stop the response that comes out of my mouth.
"I'm sorry sir; I don't understand what you mean by that."
"I'm sure you'll find something better to do after you marry Damon. Surely you don't think teaching will take you anywhere."
"What makes you believe that I want to get married?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'm still young, I can work, and marriage isn't exactly my number one priority.)
"Then quite frankly young lady I have no idea what are you doing with my son".
TBC