(au) damon & elena ♠ come on skinny love...

This one is pretty short but I've been so busy, hope wewe like it maoni and tell me what wewe think.

Elena’s POV
I woke up to find the curtains being draw open and Stefan gone. Every thing seemed a little fuzzy. I could see a figure walked towards me. I sat up in kitanda and rubbed my eyes.
“Good morning sleeping beauty.” Damon spoke softly. When things came back to focus I saw Damon half dressed, wearing just a pair of sweats.
I ran my fingers threw my hair pulling it out of my face. “Where’s Stefan.” “Not here, in fact it’s just wewe and me. Hungry?”
He got up and headed for the...

Part 2! (:
Oh, and for anyone confused, everyone is human. Stefan & Damon aren't brothers, but best friends. Make zaidi sense now? [x



Elena’s POV
By Thursday night, I was beginning to think of chickening out of our date. That just wasn’t our type of thing to do. But I think the real reason I didn’t want to go was what he supposedly had planned for afterwards.
Sure, it may seem like no big deal, since I was obviously far from clean in that area. There was just something wrong about taking that from Stefan, knowing deep down that I’d rather be with someone else. It wasn’t fair any of...

I smiled as i walked up to the Salvatore house and opened the door, Then i noticed the house was dark but there was loud muziki coming from the living room. I walked to the living room and there was Damon with his shati unbuttoned (A sight that took my breath away) dancing around with some collage girls. I felt like going and Killing the girls, Was i jelious? Im NOT jelious! I kept repeating in my head but i knew the truth, I was jelious! Damon must he sensed me there because he went and turned the muziki off and told the girls something Then they went to sit on the couch. He walked up to me...

It was Stefan.

He stared at us with an intensity that shook me to the bone. Damon felt me shiver and tightened his grip on me. My anger towards Stefan flared up again and I glared at him. But at the same time I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of happiness at the fact that he was here again in my life. But the desertion, the abandonment consumed me once zaidi and I continued to glare at him. But as projected my anger out as hard as I could to him, I couldn’t help but notice that he was different. Something about him was – off. It wasn’t in his stance au his face, but in his eyes. His...

"think i'm playing one zaidi songesha and i snap her neck and break this ring" He alisema smirking
Elena started struggling to break free but it was useless the man was holding her tight. Damon started to songesha a little bit
"ah think about what you're doing" He alisema
"what do wewe want" Damon asked
"none of you're concern" The man alisema through gritted teeth.
"look she did nothing to wewe if it was me--"
"it was you" The man alisema "what don't remember? okay how about June 29 1895. i remember it as the siku wewe killed me and made me like this." Damon waited for him to finish his sentence and used his speed to dissapear...

Stefan looked at the floor guiltily.
“Go on Stefan, explain yourself,” Damon pressed. Stefan looked up at him angrily.
“You already know everything.” He looked back at me. “Elena, I’m so sorry I left you. I asked Damon to tell wewe everything and maybe if he had…” he glared up at Damon with a rage that petrified me. “Maybe if he had told wewe then I wouldn’t be here explaining myself, I wouldn’t have walked in on wewe two upstairs, and possibly we’d still be together…” I knew he was right. If Damon had told me that Stefan had alisema he loved me and he was sorry about whatever...