Elena sat in her bedroom writing in her diary, waiting for Stefan to call her. He was out of town for a few days to figure out what he could do about these Originals. He was supposed to be coming back tomorrow, but he felt the need to "check up on her" everyday. He said it was to keep her safe, but she knew he was just worried about Damon taking advantage of this situation.
She glanced at the clock. 10:30 p.m. and she hadn't heard from him. She kept writing.
I tried to tell Stefan that the last time Stefan was gone - he had been in the tomb with Katherine - that Damon had been kind to me, occasionally throwing in an innuendo or two, but he wouldn't be Damon if he didn't. Anyway, Damon and I-
"Writing about me?"
"Shit, Damon!" Elena jumped up, accidently throwing her pen off of her bed. "Do not do that!"
Damon, who was lounging on the bed next to her, grinned, obviously pleased with her reaction.
"What are you doing here?"
He shrugged. "Boredom."
"Where's Rose?"
Again, he shrugged.
When she didn't respond, he walked across the room and handed her the pen she'd thrown. She grabbed it, but he didn't let go. "What are you writing about?"
"Nothing that concerns you." She glared.
He laughed and let her have the pen. "Someone's grumpy."
"Shut up." Elena snapped.
Damon made a mock-expression of hurt and she almost smiled.
He lay back on her bed and she rolled her eyes at him, scooting away.
After a minute of listening to nothing but her scribbling away in her diary, Damon sighed dramatically. "I'm bored."
"Then go somewhere else."
"No, I like it here."
"Then why are you bored?" She yelled, exasperated.
Damon frowned at her. "Is it your time of the month or something?"
"Ugh!" Elena stood up and put her diary back in its hiding spot.
She turned around to find Damon right in front of her. She gasped and stepped back.
"Let's play a game."
"What game?" She crossed her arms.
"Mmm..." He thought for a moment. "Do you have board games?"
"I don't know, Damon!" She was really getting frustrated.
He raised an eyebrow at her tone. "You need to get laid, Elena." Then his eyes lit up with amusement. "Do you have a marker board?"
"Maybe in Jeremy's room but-" He was gone.
She listened closely.
Jeremy: "Hey! What are you- Damon? What the hell are you-?"
Damon: "Oh, calm down, kid."
Jeremy: "Wait, what are you doing with that?"
Damon: "So many questions."
Jeremy: "Dude, I'm serious."
There was a loud bang! followed by silence.
Damon strolled back into the room with a large marker board and a red marker. "That kid does not shut up." He muttered more to himself than Elena.
"What did you do to him?"
"Nothing permanent." He replied nonchalantly and set the board down, took the picture that was hanging on a nail and put the marker board up in its place.
"What are you doing?"
"We are playing a game."
"What?"
"Strip man!" He said in a fake enthusiastic tone.
"NO!" She'd played that only once at her first "boy-girl" party when she turned 15. And lost. Miserably.
At least Matt stepped in before she lost all of her clothes.
He frowned at her.
"No." She said sternly.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Rock, paper, scissors."
"What?"