May 16, 2016
They had been training all day. Damon was like a damn drill sergeant. He’d even confiscated their daily pizza delivery. They’d just gotten done running around the property twice. “I am starving. He’d better let us eat after this. You can’t stake vampires if you die of starvation.” He was half teasing. They’d eaten that morning and they really should cut back on the pizza, honestly.
He slowed himself down as they approached the house. “I still can’t believe that Elena is okay with Damon helping you. Doesn’t that seem weird to you?” He questioned, his blue eyes settling on the darker ones of his friend. “I mean, the guy is a dick and he definitely doesn’t care about either of us.”
