honestly, I just really want to have a threesome with the Salvatore's. I see nothing wrong with fantasizing about that.

your pov

To say that I'm clumsy, is an understatement. I can barely stand upright most of the time.

"Y/N. Jesus Christ, I'm surprised you haven't killed yourself yet!" Caroline exclaims, catching me before I fall flat on my ass.

"I know. Me too." I sigh, standing upright and fixing my hair.

I met Caroline about two weeks ago, along with her best friend Elena. They just came to Wittmore, but I've been here for a year now.

"What class do you have later today?" I ask her.

"Psychology, ew." She replies.

Caroline and I are on our way to her home town, to go and visit her Mother. Caroline really wants me to meet her Mother. She claims her Mom would really like me, and could even use my help back in Mystic Falls, since I'm majoring in Law Enforcement.

"Also, please don't talk to the people with the following names. Damon, Tyler, Matt, Jeremy, Stefan, Klaus, Silas, Katherine, Elijah, Rebekah, or Kol." Caroline says, as we enter her home town.

"Do you hate all those people from high school?" I ask, laughing.

"Something like that." Caroline responds.

--

"Shit, Y/N. Do you mind if I leave you here? I'm having a mid-life crisis." Caroline says, slamming her phone on the counter.

"Sure." I reply weirdly.

"Great, thanks! I'll be back as soon as possible. Don't wander too far." She says, slamming the door.

"Hey, Mrs. Forbes? Do you know anywhere good to eat?" I ask, walking into the living room.

"Sweetie, call me Liz. And the Mystic Grill. Just three blocks away, downtown." She says.

"Great. Thanks Liz!" I say, walking out of the door.

--

It only takes me fifteen minutes to navigate my way around the small town and to the Mystic Grill.

I walk in and take a seat at the bar, waiting for the kind-of-cute blonde  guy to notice me.

"Can I get you anything?" He asks, with an award winning smile.

"Yeah, I'll take a glass of your most expensive thing." I say.

Well, might as well make an impression on such a small town.

"Really?" He questions.

"Yes-- Matt. Hmm, do you know a Caroline Forbes?" I ask.

"Yeah, why?" He asks weirdly.

"She told me not to talk to you, for whatever reason." I respond, laughing.

"I'm sure it's probably for a good reason." Matt says, pouring me a glass of fancy champagne.

"Donovan. Your lady friend is having a mid-life crisis."

What the hell?

"I can't just leave work, Damon." Matt replies.

Damon?

"Oh, so you're the famous Damon." I say, turning around in the bar stool and sipping my drink.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know me?" Damon asks, grabbing my arms.

"First of all, ouch. Second of all, I'm a friend of Caroline's." I say, yanking my arm away from his grasp.

"Sorry." He replies.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you either. What the hell, Caroline? She's muted me from half of this town." I sigh, turning back around and downing the rest of my drink.

"She told you that you can't talk to me?" Damon asks, kind of annoyed.

"For a perfectly good reason." Matt adds in.

"Shut up, Donovan."

"Yes. And for some reason, I should probably trust her." I reply.

Damon is gorgeous, hella heart eyes, a literally God. Baby blue eyes and a sexy smirk. Seriously, Care? Maybe she wants him all to herself or something.

"Don't trust Caroline. She's fifty shades of control freak." Damon tells me.

"I think I'm gonna go before I get myself in a bigger problem." I say, getting up and walking out of the bar area, past Damon, and to a set of stairs.

Knowing my clumsy self, stairs are a no-no. There's got to be a ramp somewhere!

"Nice stairs. Aren't they?" Damon whispers in my ear.

"Oh my god!" I yell, tripping and heading straight for the ground.

Damon swings one arm around me and catches me before impact.

"No-No to stairs?" Damon smiles at me.

I nod hastily as Damon swings me back up on my feet.

"Thanks." I say, standing back up.

Damon picks me up with little to know effort, and places me at the top of the small set of stairs.

"How did you pick me up?" I ask.

"You're light as a feather." Damon replies.

"I weigh like nine hundred pounds, but okay."

"If you weigh nine hundred pounds, I'm a ton."

He's so charming. Why did Caroline want me to stay away? I just don't understand that.

"Where are you from? I'm pretty sure I would remember a face as gorgeous as yours." Damon says.

"Uhh- I go to Wittmore. I'm from California though." I say.

Damon exceeds charming.

"A California babe. Well aren't I just lucky?" Damon smirks.

Jesus Christ, fuck me.

(don't act like that isn't accurate.)

"You're very sweet. I wonder why Caroline claims you're bad news." I tell him.

"I am bad news. But you have me intrigued." Damon replies.

--

Who knew that I'd be here now. That five years later I'd be completely in love with Damon Salvatore.

He was right though, he is bad news.

However, he's my bad news.
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This was shorter than I would've liked it to be 😬.

vote and comment though, because I'm cool.

-halle 👸🏼