“Can I come too? I mean, I could be useful”, you suggested to your boyfriend Damon. You were both sitting in a car, on the way to rescue Stefan who was in some kind of trouble; You didn’t know what had happened to him because Damon refused to tell you. “No. No, no, no, no. Did I mention, NO?”
You sighed deeply and crossed your arms, pouting your lips so he knew you were a bit angry at him because he didn’t let you help.
But you knew you weren’t going to stay in the car.
“I told you to stay in the car dammit!” Damon yelled and smashed his fist to the wall, leaving there a hole, “Why did you not listen to me, Y/N?!”
Tears burned your eyes as you looked down to your feet.
“I just wanted to help”, you mumbled.
“You could’ve been killed”, he hissed through gritted teeth.
“But I wasn’t”, you said looking up, talking a bit more louder and more confidently this time, “So why are you so mad at me?” “I’m mad at you because I love you. Next time, you’ll stay in the car. End of the discussion”, Damon said and stormed out of the room.