Living With Damon and Stefan

The Concert

We couldn't be bothered to do anything that night, so we stayed in the hotel.

I walked out of the bathroom, wearing my bikinis.

"Ready?" Damon asked.

"Let's do this," I said.

"1, 2, 3 GO!"

We both ran at the balcony. I grabbed onto it and volted over. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I dropped. I plunged into the warm water of the heated indoor pool. My feet hit the bottom and I pushed off, my head surfacing.

"That was so totally wicked!" I yelled.

"We need music," Damon said.

"I got it," I said. I got out of the pool and raised my hand up a little  bit. All of the water raised off me and dropped back into the pool.

"Show off," Damon muttered.

I poked my tounge out at him. I walked over to the stereo and turned it on.

F.M.S.T.A.T.I.C by FM Static was playing. I turned it up all the way. I noticed a little cabinent that the stereo was sitting on. I bent down and opened it.

"Oh," I said. "Look what we have here,"

I pulled out a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of vodka. I held them up for Damon to see.

"Oh thank God," he said.

"It's Russian Vodka too," I said, looking at the label. I opened it and took a swig. I swollowed it and coughed a little.

"I'd forgotten how strong this stuff is," I said.

"I'm going to stick with bourbon thanks," Damon said. He had gotten out of the pool and walked towards me, taking the bourbon.

"Suit yourself," I said. I took another mouthful of the vodka.

"You might want to mix that with something," Damon said.

"Nah," I said. "The strongness doesn't bother me."

After another five mouthfuls, I decided to dance.

I was spinning and twirling like a ballerina.

"Come on Damon," I said. "Dance with me,"

He laughed and grabbed my hand, spinning me around.

"Okay," he said. "I think you've had enough alcohol for one night."

"I'm not even drunk," I said. "If anything, I should have more alcohol."

I let go of his hand and started twirling around again. I didn't realise how close to the pool I was and I lost my balance and fell in. Everything was so much prettier in the water. I felt a dull burning in my chest but I ignored it. I saw something jump into the water and I was suddenly yanked up to the surface.

I started laughing hysterically.

"Whoa, I think it's about time you stop dancing," Damon said. He was holding me in his arms, trying to prevent me from drowning I presume.

"But dancing is fun," I protested.

"You fell in the pool," he said.

"That's only because I wasn't watching where I was going," I said.

"No, it's because you're drunk," he said. He seemed to be amused by all of this.

"That's absurd," I laughed. "I'm completely sober."

I climbed out of his arms and hopped out of the pool.

"See?" I said.

I walked forward a few steps, but then something strange happened. The ground seemed to be coming towards my face.