Firework

We Got Spirit, We Got Spunk

3rd Person P.O.V

As pissed as Damon was – and he was burning with righteous anger – he couldn't help but be proud, and kind of turned on. His hell cat was rocking the whole cheerleader look. To say how shy she had been nearly four scant months ago she was now up in front of most of the town, high kicking in a teeny tiny skirt. She looked absolutely smoking and she was all his.

A message came through on his phone.

Stop checking out my niece and start focusing. Jackass.

Damon couldn't help but chuckle and bump Ric with his shoulder.

They had arrived five minutes after the start of the game, just as it had gotten dark, all seven of the sparkling fairies – thus Damon's anger. He and Alaric had figured they would do something like this based on what Bella had told them, if it hadn't been for the sun Damon had reckoned they would have seen the Cold Ones much earlier in the day. Thank god it was sunny more often than not in this backwater town that he called home.

They'd sat at the back of the bleachers, directly behind Alaric and Damon as Ric had predicted. So, Damon and Ric were being sneaky. It wasn't something he was use to doing, much more preferring to kill, torture and maim, however he was fairly sure that would piss his Klutz off, so here they were. The snarky vampire was listening to the squirrel munchers conversations and relaying the relevant bits To Ric by text, all the while they carried on a 'normal' conversation.

"Bella is rocking that skirt Ric, don't you think?" Damon smirked at his friend enjoying watching Ric's muscles tense slightly in annoyance. You had to take your laughs where you could get them after all.

"Damon whatever's going on between you and my niece is between you two. If you want us to carry on our friendship though I suggest you shut the hell up around me." Ric replied while checking his phone for the message he knew would be there.

Every time I mention how hot Bella is it causes problems between the veggies. Doucheward wants to take her away because I'm so amoral – if only he knew hey? There's one chick who's agreeing with him, a dude and another chick are telling him what an ass he is.

"Aww, come on now Ric, you don't mean that. You wouldn't know what to do without me. BFFs for life!" He sang the last bit out making Alaric briefly wonder why he'd never staked his friend through the heart.

Try not to be too much of an ass.

"I'm going to pretend that we're not talking about my niece for a second and be your friend. How are things going?"

"Great, she's feisty." Damon replied.

Even Alaric heard the growl that caused. Still he played his part. "Right that's it! I'm going!" He stood with a grim expression only to be yanked back down by the dark vampire.

"Oh, untwist your panties, I didn't mean like that. We've not done the deed." Damon smirked looking at Ric so that glitter boy could see. "Yet."

"You're a dick and I'm an idiot." Ric sighed. "Do you actually care about her Damon, or is this just another game to you?"

Damon recognized the tone in Alaric's voice. This wasn't part of the 'let's wind up the disco balls' plan, this was Damon's friend and Bella's uncle seriously asking what his intentions as such were. Damon couldn't lie about this, not to Ric, there was too much at stake.

"I have never cared about anyone this much." Damon answered quietly, his eyes focused on the pitch unseeingly.

Alaric sighed, this was what had been scaring him, Damon had fallen in love with Bella. There was no denying the chemistry between the two, or the fact that they were both good for the other. He sighed again.