She, in Damon's eyes, was a piece of art work. Complete perfection. He was convinced that there was not a single thing about her that he didn't love.

He loved watching as her long hair would fly in in the wind - the way her beautiful eyes just always seemed to pop when she's standing in the sun - and they way she's just calm and friendly (in a whole we kinda failed at it).

All her little antics or her ramblings, he enjoyed listening to every last one of them. Typically, while they were sitting at her house watching a movie - her parents were never the most present people.

One night, he invited her over to his house with the intention of it becoming a movie night - he never really confessed his feelings. She was the one girl he actually got nervous around and he hated how he couldn't control it.

He made her favorite, just for her before he placed it in front of him with a smile, but he pulled up her chin to look at him before smiling at her. He kissed her.

She froze - was he kissing her? Was this really happening? Oh no. She thought.

Damon pulled away with a slight smile. "You're adorable, you know?"

"Damon..." she started, her breath catching. They had never been so close but she didn't exactly like it, she pushed him away. "No... no were not going to be anything." She said, before quickly stopping.

The cold truth was, she wanted one of the other horsemen. Not Damon, tho.