FIC: I Told You So 3/6
TITLE: I Told You So
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Caroline/Damon, slight Stefan/Elena
RATING: T
GENRE: Romance/Drama
SUMMARY: After their breakup, Damon decides he wants Caroline back. Has she already moved on?
Part One || Part Two
A/N: I know that in chapter one I said that this was going to do a sad story, but that was back when it was just a one-shot. As this story has progressed, it’s going to have a happier ending than I originally thought it would. It does have a little twist to it, and I’m nervous about that (in chapters to come) so I would really REALLY love feedback on the direction that the story is going
Stefan stood outside Damon’s bedroom door the next day, debating on whether or not to just barge in. He played a mental game of heads or tails, and after losing to himself, decided to just go in. He silently opened the door and saw Damon lying in bed, watching TV. He shook his head, but Damon didn’t even look at him, “What do you want, brother?”
“Elena and I’ve been worried about you,” Stefan said, watching Damon intensely. “You haven’t left this room in days.”
“I’ve left a few times to feed,” Damon corrected, flipping off the TV and looking at Stefan. “What do you want?”
“Elena and I went to see Caroline yesterday, to see if she could talk some sense into you,” Stefan started, “but she let me know that she’s very happy with Tyler. She did say, however, that she wants to be friends with you.”
“Friends? Seriously? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“She really wants to be your friend, Damon. She misses you -“
“But not the same way I miss her,” Damon interrupted.
“I know, but why don’t you give being friends with her a chance.”
“Oh, my little brother, ever the optimist,” Damon said sarcastically. “I don’t know if I can be just friends with her.”
“Why don’t you give it a try?”
-x-
“Thanks for meeting me,” Caroline said, setting her purse down on the table and sliding in the booth across from Damon. “I was afraid that you wouldn’t show.”
Damon looked at her longingly without realizing it, and Caroline cleared her throat loudly. He snapped out of it and glared at her.
“Sorry,” Damon said, after a moment. “This is just really weird for me, is it weird for you too?”
“Maybe a little,” she said after a moment, “but I don’t want to lose our relationship, Damon. I want to have you in my life still.”
“Okay, so I’ll give this friends thing a try,” Damon said after a few moments of silence. “What did you want to meet me for?”
“Well, I’m planning my wedding, and…”
“Hell no. No fucking way am I going to help you plan your wedding.”
“But, Damon,” Caroline whined, sticking her lower lip out much farther than it needed to go, just for emphasis, “I don’t have anybody to do this with.”
“Um, you have Elena. You have Bonnie. They are girls, and girls love this kind of stuff. I just…I can’t watch you make plans to marry some douche that I can’t even stand to be in the same room with right now.”
“I don’t want you to help me pick out flowers or dresses. I want a man’s opinion. It won’t be a lot, just a few tiny things. Don’t you think you can at least do that for me?”
Damon sighed heavily, but then looked at her. He just could not deny her of anything.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll help you but you owe me.”
They got up from their booth, Caroline grabbed her purse, and Damon followed her out of The Grill silently. She got her keys out of her purse and said, “We’re taking my car.”
“Why? Your car sucks ass.”
“Yeah, well since I’m the bride and you’re just the friend…I say we take my car.”
Dammit. When she looked at him that way, Damon just could not tell her no. Finally, Damon shrugged, “Hey, what have I got to lose.”
Caroline grinned ear to ear.
-x-
They had been holed up in this wedding boutique for four hours. Four fucking hours! Elena and Bonnie had met them there, and while Caroline was trying on dress after dress, Elena went over to talk to Damon.
“How’d Stefan get you out of the house?”
“He didn’t. Well, not exactly. Caroline called after Stefan told me that she just wanted to be friends, and she wanted me to meet her at The Grill. I couldn’t refuse because…”
“Because you carry the torch for her, Damon. Everyone knows.”
“Yeah, I’m not as stealthy as I used to be. This human emotions bullshit just gets in the way. Seriously, what men do for love…”
“You know what you do now? Tempt her a little bit. Give her reasons why she should pick you over Tyler. Not in a jealous ex-boyfriend kind of way, but improve yourself so she can’t miss it.”
Damon shrugged, “That would never work. But I’m still holed up in a fucking wedding boutique at three o’clock on a Saturday afternoon. I could be out there, doing so much more damage.” He grinned his cocky grin and Elena slapped his arm.
“What? Caroline’s not mine, after all.”
“No, but do you really want her to see you fucking sorority girls, drinking their blood mixed along with your bourbon? That’s an impression that I don’t think she could ignore.”
Damon shrugged, “I guess you’re right. When did you get to be so smart?”
Elena grinned, “I’ve always been this smart. You just never noticed before.”
“But until I can start on that plan, Elena, I’m still stuck here in a wedding boutique, watching the love of my life try on wedding dresses. I’ve been here for four fucking hours.”
Damon sighed to himself and got up out of his chair. He walked over to Bonnie and said, “Where did Caroline go?”
“What do you think we’re here for, Damon? She’s trying on a wedding dress.”
Damon sighed, “Caroline, I need to talk to you.”
She came out of the fitting room wearing a wedding gown, and Damon’s mouth opened a little. He just looked at her, and Caroline giggled, “You okay, Damon?”
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I…uh, wow, you look beautiful.”
“Thanks, Damon. Did you want something?”
“Uh…yeah. You got the time?” Oh man, what she did to him.
Caroline laughed, “You’re the one with the watch, Damon.”
He swallowed and nodded, “Oh, yeah, that’s right.” He went over to sit back down, Elena laughing at him. He looked at her, “This is not funny.”
“Oh, I would say this is very funny.”
-x-
There they were again. Tyler and Caroline were seated closely in a booth at the Grill, whispering and giggling. Damon knew that Caroline had moved on, she was fucking getting married, but he just couldn’t let go. Why the fuck couldn’t he let go?
“Another drink, honey?” The woman behind the bar had been giving him looks all night, but he didn’t really notice. He was too busy watching Tyler and Caroline.
“Yeah, I’ll take another,” he said, and after she poured him another glass of scotch, he downed the whole drink in one gulp. He knew he shouldn’t be here right now, but he just couldn’t tear himself away. And then it happened: Caroline’s eyes met Damon’s.
Damn her! She knew he was watching, and she was taunting him with her eyes. Staring at Damon, she giggled once more while Tyler whispered to her. Damon rolled his eyes, this was just getting ridiculous. He slapped some money down on the bar, telling the bartender that he was heading out, and started to leave the Grill. As he was heading out, though, he practically ran into Elena - literally.
“What are you doing here, Damon?” Elena asked, giving him a look that she already knew what he was doing there.
“I needed a drink. Stefan’s driving me crazy.”
“He’s worried about you, Damon. Just because you agreed to be friends with Caroline doesn’t mean…”
“Shh,” he said, putting a hand over her mouth. “She’s over there with Tyler and I don’t want them to hear us.”
Elena nodded and Damon removed his hand, and she said, “So, are you going home?”
He sighed, “Any place would be better than here.”
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Caroline/Damon, slight Stefan/Elena
RATING: T
GENRE: Romance/Drama
SUMMARY: After their breakup, Damon decides he wants Caroline back. Has she already moved on?
Part One || Part Two
A/N: I know that in chapter one I said that this was going to do a sad story, but that was back when it was just a one-shot. As this story has progressed, it’s going to have a happier ending than I originally thought it would. It does have a little twist to it, and I’m nervous about that (in chapters to come) so I would really REALLY love feedback on the direction that the story is going
Stefan stood outside Damon’s bedroom door the next day, debating on whether or not to just barge in. He played a mental game of heads or tails, and after losing to himself, decided to just go in. He silently opened the door and saw Damon lying in bed, watching TV. He shook his head, but Damon didn’t even look at him, “What do you want, brother?”
“Elena and I’ve been worried about you,” Stefan said, watching Damon intensely. “You haven’t left this room in days.”
“I’ve left a few times to feed,” Damon corrected, flipping off the TV and looking at Stefan. “What do you want?”
“Elena and I went to see Caroline yesterday, to see if she could talk some sense into you,” Stefan started, “but she let me know that she’s very happy with Tyler. She did say, however, that she wants to be friends with you.”
“Friends? Seriously? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“She really wants to be your friend, Damon. She misses you -“
“But not the same way I miss her,” Damon interrupted.
“I know, but why don’t you give being friends with her a chance.”
“Oh, my little brother, ever the optimist,” Damon said sarcastically. “I don’t know if I can be just friends with her.”
“Why don’t you give it a try?”
-x-
“Thanks for meeting me,” Caroline said, setting her purse down on the table and sliding in the booth across from Damon. “I was afraid that you wouldn’t show.”
Damon looked at her longingly without realizing it, and Caroline cleared her throat loudly. He snapped out of it and glared at her.
“Sorry,” Damon said, after a moment. “This is just really weird for me, is it weird for you too?”
“Maybe a little,” she said after a moment, “but I don’t want to lose our relationship, Damon. I want to have you in my life still.”
“Okay, so I’ll give this friends thing a try,” Damon said after a few moments of silence. “What did you want to meet me for?”
“Well, I’m planning my wedding, and…”
“Hell no. No fucking way am I going to help you plan your wedding.”
“But, Damon,” Caroline whined, sticking her lower lip out much farther than it needed to go, just for emphasis, “I don’t have anybody to do this with.”
“Um, you have Elena. You have Bonnie. They are girls, and girls love this kind of stuff. I just…I can’t watch you make plans to marry some douche that I can’t even stand to be in the same room with right now.”
“I don’t want you to help me pick out flowers or dresses. I want a man’s opinion. It won’t be a lot, just a few tiny things. Don’t you think you can at least do that for me?”
Damon sighed heavily, but then looked at her. He just could not deny her of anything.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll help you but you owe me.”
They got up from their booth, Caroline grabbed her purse, and Damon followed her out of The Grill silently. She got her keys out of her purse and said, “We’re taking my car.”
“Why? Your car sucks ass.”
“Yeah, well since I’m the bride and you’re just the friend…I say we take my car.”
Dammit. When she looked at him that way, Damon just could not tell her no. Finally, Damon shrugged, “Hey, what have I got to lose.”
Caroline grinned ear to ear.
-x-
They had been holed up in this wedding boutique for four hours. Four fucking hours! Elena and Bonnie had met them there, and while Caroline was trying on dress after dress, Elena went over to talk to Damon.
“How’d Stefan get you out of the house?”
“He didn’t. Well, not exactly. Caroline called after Stefan told me that she just wanted to be friends, and she wanted me to meet her at The Grill. I couldn’t refuse because…”
“Because you carry the torch for her, Damon. Everyone knows.”
“Yeah, I’m not as stealthy as I used to be. This human emotions bullshit just gets in the way. Seriously, what men do for love…”
“You know what you do now? Tempt her a little bit. Give her reasons why she should pick you over Tyler. Not in a jealous ex-boyfriend kind of way, but improve yourself so she can’t miss it.”
Damon shrugged, “That would never work. But I’m still holed up in a fucking wedding boutique at three o’clock on a Saturday afternoon. I could be out there, doing so much more damage.” He grinned his cocky grin and Elena slapped his arm.
“What? Caroline’s not mine, after all.”
“No, but do you really want her to see you fucking sorority girls, drinking their blood mixed along with your bourbon? That’s an impression that I don’t think she could ignore.”
Damon shrugged, “I guess you’re right. When did you get to be so smart?”
Elena grinned, “I’ve always been this smart. You just never noticed before.”
“But until I can start on that plan, Elena, I’m still stuck here in a wedding boutique, watching the love of my life try on wedding dresses. I’ve been here for four fucking hours.”
Damon sighed to himself and got up out of his chair. He walked over to Bonnie and said, “Where did Caroline go?”
“What do you think we’re here for, Damon? She’s trying on a wedding dress.”
Damon sighed, “Caroline, I need to talk to you.”
She came out of the fitting room wearing a wedding gown, and Damon’s mouth opened a little. He just looked at her, and Caroline giggled, “You okay, Damon?”
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I…uh, wow, you look beautiful.”
“Thanks, Damon. Did you want something?”
“Uh…yeah. You got the time?” Oh man, what she did to him.
Caroline laughed, “You’re the one with the watch, Damon.”
He swallowed and nodded, “Oh, yeah, that’s right.” He went over to sit back down, Elena laughing at him. He looked at her, “This is not funny.”
“Oh, I would say this is very funny.”
-x-
There they were again. Tyler and Caroline were seated closely in a booth at the Grill, whispering and giggling. Damon knew that Caroline had moved on, she was fucking getting married, but he just couldn’t let go. Why the fuck couldn’t he let go?
“Another drink, honey?” The woman behind the bar had been giving him looks all night, but he didn’t really notice. He was too busy watching Tyler and Caroline.
“Yeah, I’ll take another,” he said, and after she poured him another glass of scotch, he downed the whole drink in one gulp. He knew he shouldn’t be here right now, but he just couldn’t tear himself away. And then it happened: Caroline’s eyes met Damon’s.
Damn her! She knew he was watching, and she was taunting him with her eyes. Staring at Damon, she giggled once more while Tyler whispered to her. Damon rolled his eyes, this was just getting ridiculous. He slapped some money down on the bar, telling the bartender that he was heading out, and started to leave the Grill. As he was heading out, though, he practically ran into Elena - literally.
“What are you doing here, Damon?” Elena asked, giving him a look that she already knew what he was doing there.
“I needed a drink. Stefan’s driving me crazy.”
“He’s worried about you, Damon. Just because you agreed to be friends with Caroline doesn’t mean…”
“Shh,” he said, putting a hand over her mouth. “She’s over there with Tyler and I don’t want them to hear us.”
Elena nodded and Damon removed his hand, and she said, “So, are you going home?”
He sighed, “Any place would be better than here.”