Chapter Seven: The Last Day. Part Two.

Elena finished showering, turned off the water and stepped out. She dried herself off a little, wrapped her hair up in a towel and slid into her bath robe.
She paused for a second and listened carefully, she could hear the water running next door. She smiled to herself, Damon must be in the shower too. She left the bathroom and sighed as she looked around her room she needed to get ready but had no idea where to start.

Thirty minutes later and she was finally ready. She had dried her hair straight and applied a small amount of makeup.
She smoothed down her clothes and peered into the mirror at her outfit. She had dressed in a lacy top, skinny jeans and a cropped jacket. She shrugged at her reflection, she'd do.
She knocked on Damon's door to let him know she was ready, sat down on her bed and waited.

Damon looked up as he heard Elena knock on the door. "Two minutes Elena!" He called out through the door.
He stood in front of his mirror and ran a hand through his hair. He had gone for his usual look; black jeans, a black shirt and a black leather jacket. He smirked slightly at his reflection before he turned and entered Elena's room.
As he walked inside, Elena stood up from the bed. His eyes widened as he took in her appearance. How did she manage to look more beautiful every time he saw her?
He composed himself and smirked at her. "You look god enough to eat." He winked and laughed slightly at his joke.
Elena giggled and her brow furrowed slightly. "Er.. thanks, I think." She laughed and nodded towards him. "And you look like you do every other day." She laughed and shook her head. "No, you look good too Damon." A small smirk played on her lips as she turned and picked up her bag.
Damon smiled widely at her. "So, where are we going?"
Elena returned his smile and shrugged. "Anywhere that serves alcohol, the rest is up to you."
Damon laughed and shook his head. "I think I'm a bad influence you."
Elena shrugged and looked up at him. "Or is it the other way around?" She giggled.
Damon laughed and raised his eyebrows. "I think we might just be as bad as each other." He shrugged and held out his arm. "Shall we Miss Gilbert?" He smirked.
Elena giggled before returning his smirk and taking his arm. "We shall Mr Salvatore."