Author's Note: This chapter is set between Danced On Into The Night and The Freshman from Make Me Wanna Die. It was inspired by the website Damn You AutoCorrect. Enjoy!

Rated M for language, sexual content, sensitive matter, and dark themes.

The phone in Damon's pocket vibrated. He stopped walking, causing Caroline to stop too. The screen read "Message from Elena" and he smiled.

"You know," began Caroline, "I don't even need to look at that phone to know that you're whipped."

Damon gave her a dismissive look, and opened the message.

Are you dancing?

He blinked, and tilted the screen, thinking that he'd read wrong. Then another message popped up.

*Dancing

*GROVING

*Are you dancing with my Arabian duck?

"Caroline." The blonde turned around. "Is this some kind of code that you recognize?"

She took the phone and read it, then giggled. "Only if she's drunk."

"She said that she wasn't feeling well… Maybe she's got a fever?"

Ice make the shaving iphone!

"I'm going to go check on her." And with that, Damon blurred off. When he was outside the apartment, his phone buzzed again.

How come the only word that this phone recognizes is iphone?

How come that came out fizzledust?

Duck.

"Elena?"

Damon had entered her bedroom, to see Elena in her pyjamas and robe, punching violently at the tiny device in her hand. When he spoke, she turned and tossed it on the bed.

"I love you Damon. And I'm very grateful for the iPhone that you bought me." She stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "But I think I might throw the damned thing out the window. I can't text a damn thing on it! All I wanted was soup!"