Fic: I Told You So; 2/6
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
A/N: I decided to continue on this story because youcallitwinter gave me great inspiration for it. I hadn't planned on continuing it, but she just really inspired me.
Tyler and Caroline were sitting in a booth at the Grill. They were sitting really close to one another, and every once in a while, Caroline would lean over and whisper something in Tyler’s ear. They would both smile and Caroline would cover up her mouth with her hand and giggle. It was a disgusting display.
Damon sat at the bar, his eyes totally focused on Tyler and Caroline, and part of him was disgusted, but he just couldn’t look away. It was kind of like a car accident - horrible to watch, but you just can’t look away. She sat there, downing his scotch, eyes glued on the happy couple. Part of him was happy that Caroline was happy, but the other part of him - the other part of him was furious. He didn’t want her to be happy with such a douche as Tyler Lockwood. After the way he had treated her in the past, why would she get engaged to that dick?
But remember, a small voice said in the back of his head, you treated her worse at one point, and she gave you a second chance.
Damn Caroline and her good nature. If she could just tell people to fuck off once in a while, she’d be so much better off.
Damon looked back over at Caroline and Tyler, and he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was Caroline; she was staring at him. She knew that he was watching her, and she was rubbing it in. She was fucking rubbing in the fact that Tyler had her when Damon wanted her. His eyes grew wide and he slammed down his fist on the bar counter. He noticed that everybody was looking at him, so he slapped money on the counter, and, shaking his head, he left the Grill.
Returning home, he found Stefan waiting for him. He rolled his eyes again, he was not in the mood for this.
He walked in the door and as Stefan opened his mouth, Damon held a hand up, “Don’t start with me. I’m not in the mood.”
“Quit ignoring me,” Stefan said, in a tone that made Damon’s head hurt, as he followed him into the kitchen to get a bag of blood. “This is all your fault, Damon.”
“Look, brother,” Damon said, stopping abruptly, whirling around to address Stefan, “I really don’t want to get into this with you right now. I’m not in the mood.”
“But this is all your fault. Do you disagree?”
“Stefan, your voice is grating on my nerves right now,” Damon said, pouring the blood from the bag and into a coffee cup. “I don’t want to deal with your St. Stefan crap right now.”
Stefan made a face, “Look, I’m sorry she’s engaged. But you aren’t going to drink it away.”
Damon took a drink of the blood and glared at his brother, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know whether or not I should just leave her alone - she looks really happy with him.”
“And she knows you’ve been watching her.”
Damon cocked his head to the side and gave Stefan a quizzical look, “How do you know?”
“Because she told me. Just because you and Caroline broke up doesn’t mean that I have to stop talking to her.”
“Great,” Damon said sarcastically, “That’s just fucking wonderful.”
“You need to stop watching them, Damon,” Stefan said in a serious voice, “because you’re turning into one of those creepy ex-boyfriend stalker guys.”
“Hello, vampire,” Damon said, waving his hand. “Vampire equals creepy, you know. Or, rather…it should.”
Damon finished his blood and put the cup down, “I can’t do this,” he said after a moment. “I can’t sit around pretending that I’m happy for Caroline because she’s happy. I can’t do it. I love her, I need her. I can’t leave her alone.”
“Well, you better try,” Stefan said, watching him intently, “because you did this. You are the one who -“
“You don’t have to remind me,” Damon interrupted, “I remember what I did.”
As Damon turned around and started walking to his room, Stefan said behind him, “So, what? Are you just going to hide in your room? Brood a little bit and then try to win her back again?”
“I need some time to myself, brother,” Damon said, still walking.
-x-
“He hasn’t been out of his room for three days,” Stefan complained to Elena, pacing back and forth in her living room. “He is in pretty sorry shape.”
“Have you talked to Caroline to see if maybe she’d go over there and talk to him?” Elena asked, watching Stefan carefully. He just shrugged.
“After their breakup, and then his declaration of still loving her, I can’t ask Caroline to do something like that. Everybody knows that she never really got over him.”
“How do you know that?” Elena asked curiously. Stefan stopped pacing and just watched her for a moment, head cocked to the side.
“Oh, come on Elena. You have to be blind in order not to see it.”
Elena shrugged, “Oh. I thought that maybe it was me.”
Stefan shrugged, “The whole town knows it. She never got over Damon and her engagement to Tyler seemed a little fast, don’t you think? Maybe we ought to go and see her so we can just talk to her…”
“I’m going to solve this right now,” Elena said at Stefan’s silence, grabbing her keys off of the end table by the couch, “We’re going to see her. Right now.”
-x-
At first, Elena didn’t think that Caroline was home, because there was no car in the driveway and Caroline was not answering the door. So she got out the key that Caroline had given to her - yes, it was an emergency key, but Elena wanted to talk to Caroline right now. So, technically, it was an emergency. Or, at least, that’s what Elena told Stefan.
They walked through the house and heard Caroline humming in her bedroom. Elena walked in there and she saw Caroline making the bed.
“Seriously, Care? You’re making the fucking bed. Since when do you do that?” Elena asked her, and Caroline just laughed.
“I don’t know, I just felt like it today. What do you guys want?”
“How did you know -“
“Hello - vampire here. I have enhanced senses, remember? Anyway, what do you guys want?”
“You know, I’m not really sure,” Stefan said, coming around the corner. “This was Elena’s idea.”
“Caroline, have you seen Damon recently?” Elena asked softly, and she saw Caroline’s eyes darken. Caroline just shook her head no.
“He really misses you,” Stefan piped up, “he’s been holed up in his room for three whole days. He’s in pretty sorry shape.”
“I’m sorry, but he’s not my problem anymore,” Caroline said shortly.
“C’mon, Caroline, the whole town knows that you still carry a torch for the guy,” Elena said gently, but right after she said it, she regretted it.
She just sighed and ran a hand through her hair, “Never mind that. I’m sorry I said it.”
“Yes, I still love Damon; I probably always will. But I’ve moved on with my life, and you would think that he would, too.”
“He’s sorry for what he did to you, why don’t you just give him a second chance?”
“If you talk to Damon again, tell him that I am happy with Tyler, but I would love to be friends with him.”
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
A/N: I decided to continue on this story because youcallitwinter gave me great inspiration for it. I hadn't planned on continuing it, but she just really inspired me.
Tyler and Caroline were sitting in a booth at the Grill. They were sitting really close to one another, and every once in a while, Caroline would lean over and whisper something in Tyler’s ear. They would both smile and Caroline would cover up her mouth with her hand and giggle. It was a disgusting display.
Damon sat at the bar, his eyes totally focused on Tyler and Caroline, and part of him was disgusted, but he just couldn’t look away. It was kind of like a car accident - horrible to watch, but you just can’t look away. She sat there, downing his scotch, eyes glued on the happy couple. Part of him was happy that Caroline was happy, but the other part of him - the other part of him was furious. He didn’t want her to be happy with such a douche as Tyler Lockwood. After the way he had treated her in the past, why would she get engaged to that dick?
But remember, a small voice said in the back of his head, you treated her worse at one point, and she gave you a second chance.
Damn Caroline and her good nature. If she could just tell people to fuck off once in a while, she’d be so much better off.
Damon looked back over at Caroline and Tyler, and he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was Caroline; she was staring at him. She knew that he was watching her, and she was rubbing it in. She was fucking rubbing in the fact that Tyler had her when Damon wanted her. His eyes grew wide and he slammed down his fist on the bar counter. He noticed that everybody was looking at him, so he slapped money on the counter, and, shaking his head, he left the Grill.
Returning home, he found Stefan waiting for him. He rolled his eyes again, he was not in the mood for this.
He walked in the door and as Stefan opened his mouth, Damon held a hand up, “Don’t start with me. I’m not in the mood.”
“Quit ignoring me,” Stefan said, in a tone that made Damon’s head hurt, as he followed him into the kitchen to get a bag of blood. “This is all your fault, Damon.”
“Look, brother,” Damon said, stopping abruptly, whirling around to address Stefan, “I really don’t want to get into this with you right now. I’m not in the mood.”
“But this is all your fault. Do you disagree?”
“Stefan, your voice is grating on my nerves right now,” Damon said, pouring the blood from the bag and into a coffee cup. “I don’t want to deal with your St. Stefan crap right now.”
Stefan made a face, “Look, I’m sorry she’s engaged. But you aren’t going to drink it away.”
Damon took a drink of the blood and glared at his brother, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know whether or not I should just leave her alone - she looks really happy with him.”
“And she knows you’ve been watching her.”
Damon cocked his head to the side and gave Stefan a quizzical look, “How do you know?”
“Because she told me. Just because you and Caroline broke up doesn’t mean that I have to stop talking to her.”
“Great,” Damon said sarcastically, “That’s just fucking wonderful.”
“You need to stop watching them, Damon,” Stefan said in a serious voice, “because you’re turning into one of those creepy ex-boyfriend stalker guys.”
“Hello, vampire,” Damon said, waving his hand. “Vampire equals creepy, you know. Or, rather…it should.”
Damon finished his blood and put the cup down, “I can’t do this,” he said after a moment. “I can’t sit around pretending that I’m happy for Caroline because she’s happy. I can’t do it. I love her, I need her. I can’t leave her alone.”
“Well, you better try,” Stefan said, watching him intently, “because you did this. You are the one who -“
“You don’t have to remind me,” Damon interrupted, “I remember what I did.”
As Damon turned around and started walking to his room, Stefan said behind him, “So, what? Are you just going to hide in your room? Brood a little bit and then try to win her back again?”
“I need some time to myself, brother,” Damon said, still walking.
-x-
“He hasn’t been out of his room for three days,” Stefan complained to Elena, pacing back and forth in her living room. “He is in pretty sorry shape.”
“Have you talked to Caroline to see if maybe she’d go over there and talk to him?” Elena asked, watching Stefan carefully. He just shrugged.
“After their breakup, and then his declaration of still loving her, I can’t ask Caroline to do something like that. Everybody knows that she never really got over him.”
“How do you know that?” Elena asked curiously. Stefan stopped pacing and just watched her for a moment, head cocked to the side.
“Oh, come on Elena. You have to be blind in order not to see it.”
Elena shrugged, “Oh. I thought that maybe it was me.”
Stefan shrugged, “The whole town knows it. She never got over Damon and her engagement to Tyler seemed a little fast, don’t you think? Maybe we ought to go and see her so we can just talk to her…”
“I’m going to solve this right now,” Elena said at Stefan’s silence, grabbing her keys off of the end table by the couch, “We’re going to see her. Right now.”
-x-
At first, Elena didn’t think that Caroline was home, because there was no car in the driveway and Caroline was not answering the door. So she got out the key that Caroline had given to her - yes, it was an emergency key, but Elena wanted to talk to Caroline right now. So, technically, it was an emergency. Or, at least, that’s what Elena told Stefan.
They walked through the house and heard Caroline humming in her bedroom. Elena walked in there and she saw Caroline making the bed.
“Seriously, Care? You’re making the fucking bed. Since when do you do that?” Elena asked her, and Caroline just laughed.
“I don’t know, I just felt like it today. What do you guys want?”
“How did you know -“
“Hello - vampire here. I have enhanced senses, remember? Anyway, what do you guys want?”
“You know, I’m not really sure,” Stefan said, coming around the corner. “This was Elena’s idea.”
“Caroline, have you seen Damon recently?” Elena asked softly, and she saw Caroline’s eyes darken. Caroline just shook her head no.
“He really misses you,” Stefan piped up, “he’s been holed up in his room for three whole days. He’s in pretty sorry shape.”
“I’m sorry, but he’s not my problem anymore,” Caroline said shortly.
“C’mon, Caroline, the whole town knows that you still carry a torch for the guy,” Elena said gently, but right after she said it, she regretted it.
She just sighed and ran a hand through her hair, “Never mind that. I’m sorry I said it.”
“Yes, I still love Damon; I probably always will. But I’ve moved on with my life, and you would think that he would, too.”
“He’s sorry for what he did to you, why don’t you just give him a second chance?”
“If you talk to Damon again, tell him that I am happy with Tyler, but I would love to be friends with him.”