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Who's Crying Now	By : Jayded Category: S through Z > Vampire Diaries Views: 6706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/n- so with my new school schedule this next semester I'm hoping that I will be able to update more often, I have been writing just not posting because of the time etc.Be sure to tell me what you think. As always thank you for reading, reviews are much appreciated , let me know that people enjoy the story and keep me writing. I will update once a week on wednesdays, and hopefully if I can again on Fridays but on wednesdays for sure. Until next time happy reading.
Who's Crying Now?
Chapter 1- Elena
I always knew that I was in love with my best friend. From the moment that he protected me from my tormentors in the 7th grade I knew that he was the only guy out there for me, but there was very little that was keeping me from throwing him, out on his ass as he sat across from me: raving about his current flavor of the week and breaking my heart with every word that he said.
"You just don't get it Elena. Katherine is unlike any other girl that I've ever met." He got this far away, gaga look in his baby blue eyes that slightly had me wanting to smack him and partly falling all the harder for him. Why he couldn't get that look when he thought about me? "And oh my god that thing that she does with her tongue on the tip of my co-"
"Damon!" I squealed, flushing the color of a tomato and feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"Just seeing if you were paying attention Elena." He responded flashing me a boyish smile that had my insides turning to complete much and my heart skipping a beat- if only that smile could be directed my way more often. "I wouldn't dream about telling you about what goes on with Katherine and me behind closed doors. You're too much like a little sister, it'd be wrong on so many different levels that I don't think I could ever do that." And just like that I froze, the dreaded words repeating themselves over and over in my head until it felt like I would go insane with it.
Little Sister.
Curling my pillow closer to my best I tried to not show exactly just how much those two little words had pretty much killed me inside. It must have been obvious that something was wrong cause Damon was reaching for me and asking if I was okay just as I felt like I was going to lose the contents of my stomach.
"'m fine!" I stuttered, leaping off my bed and away from his hand. Bolting out of my bedroom and making a mad dash for the bathroom down the hallways, my head was barely over the toilet seat before I was dry heaving. Kicking the door shut behind me with my foot I tried to ignore Damon's voice calling out softly, asking me if I was okay. Laying my head against the cold porcelain, I tried to focus on anything but the feeling in my stomach that felt like I had just been sucker punched by my best friend and all because of two little words.
Little Sister.
Even repeating the words to myself as I leaned back and slumped heavily against the side of the bathtub made me want to vomit all over again. There I was, seventeen years old, never been kissed, never been on a date, a complete and utter hopeless romantic that was inexplicably in love with my best friend- and he saw me as nothing more than a little sister. He could never love me back, not in the way that I loved him.
"Do you need me to get your Aunt?" Damon called out softly from the other side of the door, knocking on the blessedly closed door as he did- I never wanted him to see the tear tracks that were making their way down my cheeks as I thought about everything, I would never be able to explain them to him.
Swearing under my breath I stood up, flushed the empty toilet and washed my hands, wiping angrily at my thankfully makeup free eyes before turning and tugging open the bathroom door so I could come face to face with the man of my not so PG dreams.
"I'm fine." I whispered pathetically: answering not only his question about my aunt but also trying to reassure myself, though it wasn't really working. "There's no need to get Jenna, it was probably just something that I ate." I wanted to be sick again as I stood there bluntly lying to my best friend and the man that I was in love with, but it's not exactly like I could tell him what I was feeling and Aunt Jenna would see through my lies the second that I opened my mouth so I swallowed my guilt and did what I had to do.
"Are you sure love?" he whispered reaching up to tuck a strand of my chocolate curls behind my ear in another move that made my heart skip a beat and freverently I had to remind myself of his horrible little words. Little Sister. As much as I wanted him too he would never ever see me the way that I saw him and it wasn't fair of me to keep wishing that something that could never happen would happen.
"Yeah I'm sure." I forced out a pretty pathetic looking smile if the look that he gave me was any indication, but he didn't push it, instead shrugging. It was time to grow up and it was time to move on- he would never love me as anything more than family, only see me as family and I needed to accept that. "You were saying something about Katherine before I rudely interrupted you." Damon looked like he wanted to argue the subject change but instead he took a deep breath and followed me as I walked back towards my room.
"It's nothing important." He murmured sounding like he had just been told that Santa wasn't real. Glancing over my shoulder at him I cocked an eyebrow wondering what could have possibly sobered up my happy-go-lucky best friend so quickly that he wasn't even smiling anymore. "Elena," Damon started the moment that we had settled back into my bedroom, taking up our respective places on my bed, his hands twisting my dark green blankets between them, almost like he was nervous or something. The second that he said my full name instead of using one of his many nicknames that he had for me I knew that it was something serious- it was just a question of what and how serious. "I think Katherine is the one." He finally blurted out after one to many seconds of awkward silence, "I'm gonna tell her that I love her." If I hadn't been sitting down I think I would have fallen over the second that the word love fell from Damon's lips. Damon didn't believe in love, he had said so many times in the years that I had known him. Opening and closing my mouth like a gaping fish I struggled to find something to say that would come out sounding sincere rather than show him just how jealous I was of Katherine, how I would have gladly given up anything and everything just to have him feel that way about me, even for a split second. "Well say something." He prompted after the silence stretched on and I struggled to find something that wouldn't come out sound completely bitchy. Thankfully I was saved by the cell phone on my vanity ringing, the LED flashing Stefan Salvatore across it. Holding up a finger to tell him to give me a second I answered my phone; almost letting out a sigh of relief upon hearing his younger brother's voice.
"Hey Elena, is my idiot brother there? His cell is turned off and the parental unit is looking for him… it doesn't look good." Guiseppe Salvatore was never really a happy man, always preferring the company of his many bottles to that of anyone but his wife Angelica, but then Angelica Salvatore died and Giuseppe was left to raise Damon and Stefan on his own. Whatever nice parts of Giuseppe there were died with his wife and in the months that followed her death he went from slightly unhappy to downright cruel and malicious, especially towards Damon, who looked so much like his mother that it must have been hard for his father to bare.
"How high on the G scale are we talking?" I questioned softly. The first time that Mr. Salvatore laid a hand on one of his sons none of us were really all that surprised, but then it started happening almost constantly and when it all seemed to be focused on Damon we started to worry. Stefan did what he could to protect his brother, even going as far as to attempt to take on the majority of his father's anger, but when that didn't work he created what he called the J scale. The G scale only had 10 numbers to it and the high the number the more of a bad idea it was for Damon to go home and the higher the chance of marks being left on his skin.
"Probably a seven if not an eight." Stefan replied and I could hear the worry in his voice. "Just make sure that he knows to avoid the house for a bit." I nodded, humming slightly in the affirmative, my eyes focusing on Damon who had stayed silent the whole conversation, the look of worry plastered across his handsome features making my heart down right ache for him. "So Elena, not to change the subject but are you finally going to say yes to me?" The second that the bad news was out of the way Stefan was back to his usually flirty self, the question that he had been asking me since day one his finally words before he usually hung up on me. Chewing on my bottom lip I looked over my best friend. Each and every time I had told Stefan no, that I wasn't interested but as I stared at Damon all I could hear were the words Little Sister repeating themselves over and over again in my head and I did the stupidest thing I possibly could have.
"Okay Stefan. The answer is yes, I'll go on a date with you." The second that the words had passed from my lips I wanted to take them back, the look of Damon's face making me feel the guilt already growing in my stomach…what the hell had I just done.
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