One Tree Hill. The Vampire Diaries. I don't own either of them.

Pre-Summary: "Damon, I can't just drop everything and move to Mystic Falls with you. Senior year's about to start," Brooke said and Damon shrugged. "You can start it there. Nobody'll even notice you're new...except for the psycho Hybrid and Barbie Bitch." Brooke shook her head with a small smile, "Damon…" He added, "Aren't you tired of being the footnote to somebody else's love story? Cuz I know I am."

Summary: All it took was one visit from Damon Salvatore and Brooke Davis was packing her life away in Tree Hill and moving into the Salvatore mansion with Mystic Falls' resident bad boy. Brooke only knows a small amount of the bullshit going on, but once she's there, she's stuck there. And aside from the jealous Elena, imposing Klaus and the ever-brooding Ripper Stefan, Brooke's gotta deal with feelings she'd rather not have for her best friend. And are those feelings really as one-sided as she thinks…or has Damon really let go of Elena for good? Set in season 3.

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The sun goes down

The stars come out

And all that counts

Is here and now

My universe will never be the same

I'm glad you came

I'm glad you came

Glad You Came by Timeflies

Damon Salvatore was fed up with life.

He'd woken up this morning to find that his little brother was locked away by Ghost Lexi and stupid Elena, that there were ghosts and they had to get Witchy to fix this shit because she wanted to save wimpy Gilbert's life – which was a waste of time because the idiot ended up pretty much cheating on said witch with a fucking ghost, the irony, and to make matters worse, he had to sit through being tortured by Mason Lockwood. Mason-fucking-Lockwood and that shit wasn't fun either.

To say he was pissed was an understatement.

Now, here he was, sitting at the bar alone because Ric had already went home and Damon really didn't feel like going back to that mansion. No telling when Barbie Klaus might pop up and in truth, he hadn't realized how lonely that damned place was until Stefan had left. It was eerily silent and since he had to force himself to sleep, Damon knew he'd be stuck watching the fire and barely tasting the scotch Stefan left around.

He hardly tasted his whiskey now.

"Well, here's to another night of bullshit," he exclaimed to no one in particular, raised his glass, and then gulped it down in one swallow. But, as he set the glass back down, a small, reminiscent smirk appeared on his face and he was brought back to a time when someone else said those exact lines.

Back to hazel eyes and dimples.

"Here's to another night of bullshit," a honeyed, raspy voice exclaimed dryly before she downed her shot glass, her pretty face scrunching as she swallowed the aged whiskey. The people near her cheered and she shot them a grin, letting out a shout of excitement.

"Hey," the bartender called her and Brooke turned to him, her crew disbanding as they ran to the music. He handed her a glass of Hypnotiq. "This is from the guy in the booth. Directly across the bar." The bartender winked at her and Brooke returned the gesture.

So, somebody wanted to buy her a drink? Well, it was a drink and Brooke Davis never turned one down. And, if she were honest with herself, she should show some Southern hospitality and at least thank him for the drink. North Carolina was technically a part of the South, right? With that thought in mind, Brooke pulled down her red tube top just a little more so that the push-up bra beneath could really do its job and turned around, smirking as she met a pair of electric blue eyes.

Damon Salvatore had been pretty much everywhere. He'd been to Milan, vacationed in Southern France, lived in Tokyo, and drank with the best of them in Ireland. But somehow, he'd missed Tree Hill, North Carolina and that just did not do. So, he compelled his little fuck buddy in Geneva to find a better fuck than him somewhere in the mountains and high-tailed it to the small town and was sorely disappointed.

Until now.

Now, he was staring at a very gorgeous, petite brunette who was currently heading his way. Her hazel eyes sparkled in the ever-changing lights of the bar/club, the red top clung to her slim yet curvy body with her ass being encased in some of the tightest jeans Damon had seen, and her brunette curls bouncing on her shoulders. She was sexy without having to try and she knew she was sexy and worked it.

And Damon respected that about her.

He'd found out about the elusive brunette through this depressed emo-chick. Peyton…that's what he thought the blonde's name was. She'd been in the music store, Damon had been hungry, and everyone pretty much knew how that story had ended. One compulsion later and he was sitting the barely-conscious chick in her car, having healed the bite marks on her throat. When her head fell against her steering wheel, she muttered, "Brooke" and some other bullshit about practice. And that piqued Damon's interest for some odd reason. So, he scoured the entire town for this Brooke girl and found her in the seedy place, a few miles outside of Tree Hill. She was sixteen and already partying with the big boys, drinking like she lived in the bar and dancing like a video vixen.

"Hey, handsome," her voice called to him from his thoughts and Damon's smirk grew as she slid into the booth beside him, crossing one leg over the other. Damon's eyes hungrily followed the movement before trailing up her body slowly, loving everything he saw.

"And hello, beautiful," he purred and he watched the brunette shiver gently. "I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore." He never included his last name in introductions and he didn't know why. Brooke didn't seem to mind because she flashed him a cute, dimpled smile. But for some reason, Damon still wasn't satisfied. The smile didn't reach her eyes and he really wanted it to. Strange.

"Brooke Davis." He grinned.

"Yeah, I know. Head cheerleader, faithful best friend, rich girl who practically runs her school…." Damon would've listed a few other things, but the impressed look on Brooke's face was enough for him.

"Hmm…you seem to have me completely figured out, huh Bad Boy?" Damon chuckled.

"Bad boy, huh?" Brooke let out an adorable giggle.

"I call 'em like I see 'em." Damon smirked.

"Well…what I'm trying to figure out," he started and leaned in closer. Brooke did the same and their faces were only a few centimeters apart and he said lowly, "is what it'll take to get in these jeans." Brooke shivered again and she couldn't tell if it was because of their proximity or the way his eyes darkened a little. But she sat back with a small smile, putting her thinking face on and tapping her chin gently.

"Hmm…a few more drinks and a dance and you'll have it made, sweetheart," she told him and Damon actually laughed, thoroughly amused. For a beat, they were calm and content in each other's presence, the music now slowing down. "So, what's a hottie like you doing here?" Damon shrugged.

"Looking for a little fun." Was his honest reply and Damon took a gulp of his drink, barely blinking as the hardly acidic liquid slid down his throat. He honestly was looking for fun. Besides, he heard Stefan was around where he had been and needed to get away from Europe. There was no way Stefan should be anywhere near him, especially knowing how much Damon wanted to throttle the idiot.

"Well, looks like you've found it," Brooke exclaimed, drinking the contents of her glass before standing, head bobbing to the music as some random, hip song started playing. She grabbed his hands quickly and led him to the dance floor, letting Damon forget about his brother and any other bullshit.

And just have fun.

Brooke Davis sighed, feeling triumphant and exhausted at the same time. It was only two months before senior year would start. She'd just moved into her new apartment with Haley – which was surprising because they had never been close before and they now were super close – and basically shot down Lucas. Despite the fact that she had felt so comfortable and happy when they kissed before summer break, she realized she wanted more.

And Lucas Scott wasn't it.

She recalled missing him so much after they broke up and swearing that no one else could make her feel so intelligent. Even though he eventually broke her heart, Lucas Scott had changed her somewhat and for that, she'd forever be grateful. He made her better and she appreciated it and at one point while living with him, she wanted to be with him again. But after spending a summer away from him, she realized she didn't miss him. And that made her come to a conclusion.

She didn't love Lucas Scott.

She loved the idea of him.

And that idea just wasn't what she wanted anymore.

Now, the only problem Brooke had was figuring out what she truly wanted. If she didn't want an amazingly sweet and caring writer for a boyfriend like Lucas Scott, what did she want? Nathan? Nah, he had just as much Mommy-and-Daddy issues as she did and she would not be able to handle a guy like him. Mouth was too…Mouth was still that little brother she never had and that was one relationship she never wanted to ruin. And seriously, Skillz? Definitely the last guy on her list…not that there was anything wrong with Skillz.

No one fit Brooke Davis.

And she didn't know why.

Brooke knew for one that she didn't trust Lucas – even if she could see he had changed. She didn't honestly trust a lot of guys anymore…honestly, she never had. She had let her guard down with Lucas and well, look where that led her! We're over that, she chanted in her head before sighing dramatically, throwing her charcoal pencil against the wall.

"Nights like these make me really wish I was still a party girl," she muttered to no one and Brooke set down her sketch book. She'd always thought Peyton was the only true artist between them. But Brooke had always drawn clothing and, once she had been away from all the drama and the bullshit, she took up the habit again. Now, however, she was designing better and actually creating stuff.

Even Lucas was proud of her.

Bam! Brooke flinched as a door was shut and she glanced around herself curiously. Grabbing the scissors off her nightstand, Brooke exited the bedroom to see that the front door was wide open, cool air causing Goosebumps to break out along her flesh. Sighing and still cautious, Brooke walked to the door and shut it, a small smirk flashing on her face.

"Ya know, if this was Tutor Girl, she'd have screamed bloody murder and then you'd really be in trouble," she chastised softly, turning to her left to see the infamous and sexy Damon Salvatore lounging on her sofa with a pack of wine coolers. Damon flashed her his signature smirk, still looking good in black and leather.

"Well, then I'm glad it's you and not Tutor Girl," he replied smoothly and Brooke grinned while placing her hands on her hips, giving Damon a nice, clear view of her attire.

Brooke was petite, her head barely coming to his shoulders when he stood next to her. But she was slim with curves in all the right places and seemingly long legs. Her fair skin was only barely tanned from her summer in California; she had almond-shaped hazel eyes surrounded by dark lashes, high cheeks, and soft-looking, glossy pink lips. Long, sleek dark brown hair fell around her shoulders and down her back, bangs neatly combed as they almost brushed her lashes. She wore a simple black cami that must've had a built-in bra because her delectable globes were being held wonderfully and Damon knew Brooke hated sleeping in actual bras, a pair of black boy shorts with hearts on them and simple flip flops.

Gorgeous without trying.

That was Brooke Davis for you.

"What are you doing here?" Brooke inquired. Don't be fooled; Brooke was happy to see him, even more so than she would think. She hadn't realized she'd miss Damon this much. He had stopped by on his search for Stefan in California – even though that was not even on his agenda – and had made those few days the most memorable part of her summer. Damon faked a hurt look.

"Already kicking me out?" Brooke giggled.

"Never. This is just…unexpected." It was, Damon surmised. One minute, he had been sitting at the bar in Mystic Falls. Moments later, he was at her apartment door. Tutor Girl had answered the door and within seconds, Damon had compelled his way in only to find his resident Pretty Girl missing. And that just didn't do.

So, he waited. Shouldn't he get brownie points for that? It was no secret that Damon Salvatore wasn't the most patient being on the planet.

"Maybe," he replied, setting the pack down and standing. "I was in the neighborhood –

"Mystic Falls is sooo not in this neighborhood," Brooke pointed out and Damon smirked.

"Fine. I was bored." Brooke giggled and Damon couldn't help but add, "And I missed you." He stood before her and Brooke's heart warmed at his words.

"I missed you too," she said and threw herself in his arms, taking in his heady, masculine smell. "I'm glad you came."