Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
you understand less as the pages turn
I don't look back much as a rule
and all this way before murder was cruel
but your memory is here and I'd like it to stay
warm light on a winters day
-Pink Bullets by The Shins
I was scrolling through my news feed on facebook one night, looking for something interesting. Today was a long day, but which day isn't when you live in Mystic Falls? I knew it was a huge accomplishment to still be alive and getting in to bed at night. Yeah, that's my life. When I'm not getting attacked by supernatural creatures, I try to be as normal as possible. And facebook stalking made me feel normal again, being able to catch up on all the things I've been missing when I'm trying to stay alive.
I came across the status of no other but Damon. No vampire should ever have a facebook, especially Damon. It's not like Damon was ever actually on facebook, but having a murderous vampire knowing your basic details, where you are, and what you are doing, wasn't the smartest move of the thousands of girls he was friends with on here.
Out of curiosity I clicked on his profile and did my best not to look at his picture, even though it was in the corner of my eye the whole time. The more you stared at Damon, the more you had to admit how good looking he was. That feeling didn't really make me feel stable. I clicked on his info, wondering what he would put as his age, knowing Damon it would say he was twelve or something. I found myself laughing at the little details he puts on his profile. It said his favorite book was twilight and I shook my head, knowing how much of a spoof that was. I should of known he wouldn't actually take any of this seriously. I mean, it would be weird if someone like him actually did put time and effort into this. I went back to his wall and was about to click out of his profile when something caught my eye.
He posted a status with a link to something and of course, me being me, had to see what it was. I unconsciously clicked on the link and a new web browser popped up. I started reading and realized it was one of those spam websites, that you put the name of your "crush" and your name to see if you are soul mates. I suddenly started bursting out into laughter. Why would Damon spam everyone? His whole facebook was a joke, so maybe there was something else to this. I glanced around my room, to make sure I was alone. I don't know why but it was so strange, so I had to do it. I clicked on the huge button that said 'Discover the truth'.
I read over all the stuff and automatically went to type in Stefan's name in the crush category. I then stopped and looked over it, it didn't look right This didn't make me look good. It made it seem I was second guessing Stefan. No, no, no, no. What am I doing? I went to click out of the website but stopped with my mouse right above the X box. I just wanted to see what would happened. I then gave up and rolled my eyes going back to the crush section and deleted Stefan's name. Maybe I should do Damon? Just for fun, of course. Nothing else. I didn't want to think about it anymore so I just typed in Damon's name and then clicked next.
The next section was a couple simple questions about the "crush". I was now cringing at that word. I got to the last part of the one section and saw I had to type out an answer. They wanted to know why I would like him. Seriously? Shouldn't spam be easier? Instead of doing the rational thing and screwing it, I went to type anyway.
The reason why I am... fond... of Damon is because...
I didn't know what to write. What if someone saw this? What if someone hacked my computer and saw everything I was saying? Okay, that was a little extreme. Was I that scared to just write some mumbo jumbo. It's not like I'd actually mean any of it. Come on Elena, you are going to be a writer. You can do this.
The reason why I am fond of Damon is because he is the most passionate person I know. The way his beautiful blue eyes just reflect all the knowledge and pain behind his mask just hypnotizes me sometimes. He's special and he may act like he knows it, but truth be told no matter how many times someone calls him an asshole or a dick, he's the hardest on himself. He knows exactly who he is, and who he wants to be and somehow that inspires me. I look at Damon and see so many possibilities. I believe he is capable of really anything. And the way he brightens my day and ruins it at the same time always amazes me. I heavily dislike this guy. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't also love him as a person.
The words just flew out of me and I realized I was typing so fast and had to fix spelling mistakes. Was I really that good of a BS-er? I read over it and felt something in the pit of my stomach forming. Why didn't it feel like I was lying? Things were just too close and I kept contemplating deleting it all. I then quickly signed my name, first and last, then hit the send button quickly so I didn't back out again.
And then that is when the horrendous sick feeling in your stomach that gets stuck in your throat appeared. I should of known something was fishy about this! Oh shit! I hit the back button repeatedly and tried to undo everything I just did.
"No! This can not be happening!"
After I hit the send button a little box popped up on my scream informing me that all I just said went to Damon's email. Could my life get any worse? How was I going to talk my way out of this? I quickly grabbed my keys on my side table and bolted out of my room. Maybe if I got to Damon before he saw it I could delete the email or something.
I was out the door and to my car in no time as I rushed down the familiar street. Hopefully Damon was at the boarding house because that was where I was heading. Or maybe I should hope he was at a bar, paying attention to some girl and not the email alerts he gets on his phone.
In what felt like an eternity I finally pulled up to the boarding house. I barely got to turn my car off as I jumped from the car and ran to the door. I rang that stupid flimsy bell a couple times, anxiously waiting for someone to come to the door. When it finally creaked open to Stefan, I busted inside.
"Where is Damon?" I said while circling the room and searching for the other brother.
"He's on the couch. He just passed out." Stefan pointed over towards the fire place, which the couch was facing towards. I quickly rushed over to the couch then froze when I saw a peacefully sleeping Damon. I felt myself staring at him and quickly shook it off. I scanned around his body, searching for a cell phone and then smiled when I saw it nudged between his side and the couch. I carefully slid it out from under him and sat down on the opposite side of the couch, rapidly searching his phone. I found his email alerts and clicked on it. Of course the name of the website I thought was spam was there and my breath got caught in my throat. I hurriedly hit the delete button and turned back to Damon.
Damon's eyes were wide open and he had a smug smirk on his face as he laid out in front of me on the couch.
"Ummm. I had to borrow your phone. Mine died." I lied and dropped his phone on his chest. When a deep laugh escaped from his lips I felt my heart stiffen. What if...?
"I already saw it." He said with another slight chuckle and his smirk just widened. I felt myself turn red and I knew I was never going to live this down.
AN: Thanks for reading. I'm planning on writing a couple more chapters, making it into a mini story. Usually when I write stories I like to have around 50,000 words but this one will be a LOT shorter.
This isn't like any of my other stories, I just wrote it for fun. Nothing too serious. I didn't put like any effort into this and I still have other stories that I take a lot more seriously and I am using this one purely for inspiration. Just thought I'd share it with you.