You hated Damon. You really did. You always thought you’d end up with Stefan, his brother. You and him made a great couple, going through a lot but always coming back. Damon was often the one ruining your relationship, but he learned to live with it.

Even when he was, there was a lot of tension between you and Damon. You accepted his flaws, find out he wasn’t always having bad intentions. Sometimes it was just his impulses, his impulses all about protecting you.

One day, you and Damon were sitting on the couch, waiting for Stefan. He had problems with Caroline. It was the evening, you were starting to be impatient, pacing all around the room. Damon was looking at the scene with a preoccupied expression.

"You know, thinking about it won’t help. You’re literally in front of my handsome face!"

He clicked his tongue, not understanding your behavior. He was sitting in a manly way, his legs spread wide.