The next morning
Elena woke up by noises coming from downstairs. She rubbed her eyes and checked the alarm clock. Nine o’ clock. Time to get up. She put on her dressing-gown and her slippers and walked down the stairs. The noise came out of the kitchen. She walked in and saw Damon making breakfast. He was baking pancakes. Elena sniffed the scent and sneaked up behind Damon. She threw her arms around his waist, laying her head on his back. Damon placed the pan off the cooker and turned around. “Did I wake you?” he asked a little concerned. Elena nodded. “But that’s okay. I want to be the first to have a taste” Damon reached out to a plate with a pile of pancakes. He took the upper pancake and held it in front of Elena. “They’re so thin” Elena noted. “Pancakes are supposed to be thick” “No, American pancakes are supposed to be thick” Damon corrected Elena. “It doesn’t hurt to try something else every once in a while” Elena looked suspicious at the pancake. “So, what kind is it then?” she asked careful. Damon smirked. “It’s a recipe from Belgium. They’re supposed to be really good in the food area” “What’s the difference, other than the thickness?” Elena asked. Who knew what those crazy Belgian people put in their food? Just because they liked their food, didn’t mean she would. Look at the British people. They thought their meals were good, and it probably was good, if you’re not used to better. “They use regular milk instead of buttermilk” Damon said. “I thought regular milk makes you fat” Elena said frowning. Damon raised his eyebrows. “Elena, these are pancakes, they make you fat anyway. But one’s not going to hurt” he said and he put the pancake in Elena’s mouth. Because his fingers were in her eyesight she noticed his index finger looked different. She took his hand and had a closer look at it. “What happened?” she asked carefully touching the finger. Damon shivered, because it hurt, but also because Elena touched him so gently. “An accident” he said soft. “You need to take care of it” Elena said worried. “When did this happen?”
“Two days ago” Damon answered and the memory of it made his eyes go wet. Not because he was in pain, but because he was angry. He was never humiliated like that ever before.
“I’ll get the first aid kit, you stay here” Elena said and she left the kitchen.
Elena woke up by noises coming from downstairs. She rubbed her eyes and checked the alarm clock. Nine o’ clock. Time to get up. She put on her dressing-gown and her slippers and walked down the stairs. The noise came out of the kitchen. She walked in and saw Damon making breakfast. He was baking pancakes. Elena sniffed the scent and sneaked up behind Damon. She threw her arms around his waist, laying her head on his back. Damon placed the pan off the cooker and turned around. “Did I wake you?” he asked a little concerned. Elena nodded. “But that’s okay. I want to be the first to have a taste” Damon reached out to a plate with a pile of pancakes. He took the upper pancake and held it in front of Elena. “They’re so thin” Elena noted. “Pancakes are supposed to be thick” “No, American pancakes are supposed to be thick” Damon corrected Elena. “It doesn’t hurt to try something else every once in a while” Elena looked suspicious at the pancake. “So, what kind is it then?” she asked careful. Damon smirked. “It’s a recipe from Belgium. They’re supposed to be really good in the food area” “What’s the difference, other than the thickness?” Elena asked. Who knew what those crazy Belgian people put in their food? Just because they liked their food, didn’t mean she would. Look at the British people. They thought their meals were good, and it probably was good, if you’re not used to better. “They use regular milk instead of buttermilk” Damon said. “I thought regular milk makes you fat” Elena said frowning. Damon raised his eyebrows. “Elena, these are pancakes, they make you fat anyway. But one’s not going to hurt” he said and he put the pancake in Elena’s mouth. Because his fingers were in her eyesight she noticed his index finger looked different. She took his hand and had a closer look at it. “What happened?” she asked carefully touching the finger. Damon shivered, because it hurt, but also because Elena touched him so gently. “An accident” he said soft. “You need to take care of it” Elena said worried. “When did this happen?”
“Two days ago” Damon answered and the memory of it made his eyes go wet. Not because he was in pain, but because he was angry. He was never humiliated like that ever before.
“I’ll get the first aid kit, you stay here” Elena said and she left the kitchen.
Sometime in our life, everyone must face the fear of rejection and being alone in the big, messed upn world.
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
(Ahh there's ember) flame thought flame went over to ember and said 'ember...i have to talk to u' 'wat is it' i-i love u' 'u wat?!' 'i love u' 'ohhhhh flame i-i don't know wat to say' 'well do u love me too?' 'yes! yes! i do' 'so can we be ...mates?' 'yes' 'baby i love u' 'are u over spyro now' 'yes cause he has cynder and he will never change his mind' 'now lets get a room together' 'okay'
-hi im da narrator
-(spyro) hi narrator
-(me) WAT DA HECK! WHERE DID U COME FROM??!!
-(cynder) dude whut is rong wit u?
-(me) .........o m g ur cynder and ur spyro???
-(spyro and cynder) yep!
-cool
- im glad ember dont like u again spyro
-i am glad too WOOT!!!!
-oooh next chap could change dat!
-hi im da narrator
-(spyro) hi narrator
-(me) WAT DA HECK! WHERE DID U COME FROM??!!
-(cynder) dude whut is rong wit u?
-(me) .........o m g ur cynder and ur spyro???
-(spyro and cynder) yep!
-cool
- im glad ember dont like u again spyro
-i am glad too WOOT!!!!
-oooh next chap could change dat!