Drabble about Damon's thoughts at Alaric's party (The Struggle). This is my first drabble. I hope you like!
I was at the party to piss off my little brother.
Stefan wanted to fight me off, but Elena wouldn’t let.
They left.
Then I saw her.
That flirty redheaded I had saved at the library.
Bonnie. Her last name was Scottish or Irish. I couldn’t remember.
But I could remember her sweet voice, her childish braveness and her delicate neck.
"And have you ever heard that beijar a red-haired girl cures fever blisters?" I said in a low ironical voice.
And then I heard her outrageous, flattered laughter.
I want to kiss her, I thought.
Then I kissed her.
I was at the party to piss off my little brother.
Stefan wanted to fight me off, but Elena wouldn’t let.
They left.
Then I saw her.
That flirty redheaded I had saved at the library.
Bonnie. Her last name was Scottish or Irish. I couldn’t remember.
But I could remember her sweet voice, her childish braveness and her delicate neck.
"And have you ever heard that beijar a red-haired girl cures fever blisters?" I said in a low ironical voice.
And then I heard her outrageous, flattered laughter.
I want to kiss her, I thought.
Then I kissed her.
