"We could get take out?" Elena suggested, the thought of fries and nachos sounding incredibly appealing to her. "There has to be somewhere in Lawrence that delivers Mexican..." It was strange - even though she'd been living in Lawrence for almost eight months, she was still learning it. There were still places she hadn't been, take-outs she hadn't tried, streets she hadn't driven down. She had stuck to the people and places she knew, more or less. Perhaps it was time for her to be more adventurous.
"Oh god," Elena said, lifting her hand to cover her flushed face. "It sounds really bad when you say it like that." She had never meant to fall for Damon. She had fought so hard for Stefan. She'd just got a little distracted along the way. But she hadn't given in to it! She wasn't that person and she never wanted to be. She had chosen her principles over the raw attraction she'd felt towards Damon but, in the end, it had just been... right.
"Things were different when I became a vampire. The old me died in Matt's truck and, somehow, that allowed me to realise that Stefan and I just weren't going to work. I was trying to force it, out of loyalty, but in the end I was only hurting him, me, Damon. I couldn't carry on like that." Elena paused, frowning slightly. "Oh, and I was sired to Damon at that point, which probably complicated the matter..." She gave Jenna a sheepish smile, feeling another explanation coming on.