Summary: Damon is an American college student who travels to Weybridge in England from New York via his foreign exchange program. He'll be staying with the Mikaelson's for a year and maybe he's in for more than he can handle. But hey, this is Damon Salvatore, he's never turned down a challenge.
A/N: This is supposed to be a oneshot but that never goes well for me because I get inspired to do more! So we will see! c:

It was the talk of the estate really, some American student coming to stay with the Mikaelson's for an entire school year. This wasn't like it was something new. They had done this before but not for such a long period. There was that German boy back in primary school (when Finn was the only child) who stayed for four weeks. Then that Russian girl who stayed for two weeks during Klaus' 7th year when he was eleven. And the last, the Austrian boy who stayed for a month during Elijah's final year of secondary school when he was seventeen. But this— this time was going to be for an entire year. 365 long days. That was quite a commitment that clearly some of the Mikaelson children were not ready to sign up for. But it wasn't like they had a choice in the matter.

Kol was indifferent about it. He personally had no issue with the many people that came to their home. He was sixteen and obviously focused on other things. Rebekah on the other hand loved it, she loved learning about the different cultures and languages that the students taught to her during their stay. The exchange program was beneficial to both the families and the students. Klaus found it annoying because since he was eighteen AND as one of the oldest, he was going to be out on chaperone and tour guide duty for "safety purposes". At least that was what his mother had told him. Finn didn't like it when he still resided at the Mikaelson Estate. He viewed it as an invasion of privacy and had no interest in making new friends with someone who'd be uprooted back to their country in less than a month.

Then there was Elijah. It went both ways with him. It was great but stressful at the same time. He had never had an issue with the two students who had come when he was younger but it was troublesome having to do damage control when Klaus had done something to get rid of the person he was supposed to be chaperoning. But maybe this time would be different from all the others since they were all older now. Plus, he had heard that the American boy was the same age as Klaus. Maybe they'd get along better than the last student who had been Klaus' age.

That was always a possibility.

To say the least, Elijah was wrong. Nothing was different. It hadn't even been the full beginning of day one and he was already picking up his little brother's slack. First thing in the morning before the sun had even risen, he had several texts from Klaus saying that he was too busy doing whatever and that he couldn't pick up the exchange student from the airport. Did Elijah believe him? No chance in hell. Did he really have a choice in the matter? Definitely no chance in hell.

Aside from the long hour plus drive from Weybridge to the London City Airport, it really wasn't so bad. He needed to go into the city anyway to pick up some information for the potential internships that he was looking to sign up for once school started in a few days. So he figured this was going to be killing two birds with one stone.

Once he arrived, he waited about twenty minutes and the 1:20pm arrival had finally landed. Elijah watched as people filed out off the plane towards him. He held the sign up high with the American student's name on it. The last thing he wanted was to miss the guy. But really, how many Damon Salvatore's could there be running lost in the airport?

"Nice sign" was what snapped Elijah out of his thoughts. He hadn't even noticed that he was blankly watching the line of people— not even really watching. More like looking past the crowd. "I suppose it's safe to assume that you're Damon Salvatore?"

"The one and only...in the flesh." Damon grinned and folded his arms across his chest. "So, before we hit the road, wanna show me where I can grab my bags? It's a lot considering this is a year type deal. So I hope you're ready for some manual labor, jawline." Another grin and he actually had the audacity to pat Elijah's cheek before wandering off in a random direction. He didn't even wait for an answer.

Jawline? "No, this won't work." Elijah said to himself. He already didn't like this guy.

"Has anyone ever told you that you frown a lot? I mean, if that's your thing, cool, love and flaunt your scowl, but maybe consider cracking a smile once in a while so you don't look like you have six brats and a mortgage."

Strike two. Elijah kept chanting that in his head because it was the only thing keeping him from pulling over and kicking the annoying American out of his vehicle.

"Another thing—"

"You are...very opinionated, I see. Has anyone every told you that you talk far more than the average human should?"

"Obviously not. Besides, I'm not the average human so..."

Elijah's eyes narrowed as his hands tightened on the steering wheel. He couldn't remember the last time that he had been this irritated. Probably when Klaus and Kol played a prank on him by stealing then hiding all of his books from his bookshelf. "Of course you aren't average. How foolish of me to-" he paused when he could just FEEL eyes on him. He wasn't sure why that was so unnerving but it was. "What?"

"Nothing." Damon grinned.

"No, it's not 'nothing'. So speak."

"What's your name?"

Elijah took a moment— a quick moment to glance over at the younger male before his eyes stared back out at the road. How odd. He hadn't even realized that he didn't share his name.

He didn't even introduce himself really.

"Elijah. Elijah Mikaelson."

"Eliiiijaaah." He drawled smoothly, Elijah's name slipping off his lips like silk. Elijah might have cringed. Or something along those lines. "How old are you?"

"Why so many questions?"

"Why so many protests? Would you feel better if I went first?" He teased.

Elijah scoffed. This guy was so...so something. He couldn't really pinpoint the exact word that was on the tip of his tongue. "That won't be-"

"Don't sweat it, sweetheart. I'll go first." Damon interrupted. "Well you know my name already, I'm from Virginia but I've spent my last six years in New York. I'm eighteen. I have a little brother back home who probably will go to college to become a professional brooder. You know, just like you." Damon grinned and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "This'll be my first year of college so pretty much intro courses but I'm going to major in Business and Marketing. And," he looked over to Elijah again and gave a toothy grin. "I have a thing for brunettes."

Elijah opened his mouth to respond to that ridiculous and unwarranted last comment but nothing came out and clearly there was some sort of satisfaction from that on Damon's end judging by the smirk that resided on his face.

"Cat got your tongue, dear?"

Elijah wasn't even going to dignify that with an answer. So he stayed on topic. "I'm nineteen. I assume you know how many family members I have since this information was provided during the program selection process. But I have one older brother, two younger brothers, and a little sister. I'm studying education. Knowledge is important after all."

"Smart and goal oriented. What a great combination."

Elijah just grunted in response.

"Relax, grumps. There's no way you're nineteen with this old man persona you have going on."

"Old man persona?"

"Yeah, like the, get off my lawn before I call the cops persona."

"What?"

Damon just laughed. "Don't think too much about it. I won't step on your lawn."

Elijah stared blankly at the road. This guy was definitely odd.

"Holy shit." Damon cursed loudly when he saw the estate entering into their view. "This is your house?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"Nah, I mean, it's just huge is all." And here he thought his own parents went overboard with the Salvatore Manor.

"Come. Follow me. I'll show you to your room."

"Oh come on. You know you can say that in a more inviting and happier tone. Maybe throw in a smile and a wink. Yeah, give it a try."

"Hell will freeze over first. So I don't advise waiting on that."

"Yeah, yeah, it was worth a shot."

It wasn't long before Damon was settled into his room. The longest part of the process was the Mikaelson's giving him the option to choose which guest room he wanted. No one should have that many guest rooms. But he liked the one on the second floor at the end of the hall. You know, there was a nice view.

And that had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Elijah's room was right across the hall.

"We're so glad to have you here, Damon.

"I'm glad to be here, Mrs. Mikaelson. Your home is simply beautiful."

Esther smiled and shook her head. "Oh please, call me Esther. No need to be so formal. You're going to basically be family for an entire year."

"Right, of course." Damon grinned and definitely took notice of Elijah rolling his eyes.

"I'll let you get back to settling in. Elijah, won't you be a dear and help Damon unpack. Once everyone returns home, we can do proper introductions."

"Of course mother."

Damon smirked and moved over to Elijah and wrapped an arm around the older teen's shoulders and led him down the hall. "Yeah, won't you help me unpack, dear. This can be considered our bonding time, honey."

"Honey?"

"Would you prefer boo?"

"Oh my god."

"Boo it is."