Author Note: This story is based off the movie with the same title, It's a Boy Girl Thing, and the main ideas are taken from that movie. The characters and places are all from Vampire Diaries. I don't own anything. I just thought this would be a fun story(: In this story, Damon and Stefan are not vampires; there are no vampires. Stefan and Damon are step-brothers and both seniors at Mystic Falls High, along with Elena. I changed some of the characters ages/roles. I hope you like. Let me know what you think!

-BecomingScarlett

It's A Boy Girl Thing

Ch 1. The Switch

On a Monday night at nine, Elena Gilbert can usually be found studying or doing homework in her bedroom. This Monday night is just like any other, so she is doing just that; studying for her AP English Literature class. They are currently reading Jane Eyre, which Elena has read before, and a test will be coming up soon. She is re-reading the most important parts so they are fresh on her mind for discussion in class tomorrow.

"...'Gentle Reader, may you never feel what I then felt? May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonized as in that hour left my lips; for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love'..." Just as Elena is getting into the mind of Jane, an obnoxious noise from the home of her neighbor becomes impossible to ignore.

Ugh. Damon Salvatore. Some song Elena hasn't heard since middle school is now blaring through the speakers from his too-close bedroom into hers. She sighs, trying to pretend it doesn't bother her that he does this almost every night after he gets out of the shower, interrupting her study session with his obscene music. Why did she have to be stuck with him as her neighbor? Why?

'I like big butts and I can not lie. You other brothers can't deny when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face, you get sprung. Wanna pull out your tough, 'cause you notice that butt was...'

As if it wasn't already annoying enough without it, Damon has to start singing along, "...stuffed deep in the jeans she's wearing. I'm hooked, and I can't stop staring! Oh baby, I wanna get with you, and take your picture..."

Elena rolls her eyes and gets up from her bed, stalking over to her gorgeous bay window, with the hideous view of Damon's bedroom. He's currently dancing around in his towel, raven hair dripping wet still from his shower. Elena waves her hands, trying to catch his attention, "Hey!"

He doesn't see her, and continues to sing, "My homeboys tried to warn me, but that butt you got makes me so horny! Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin, you say you wanna get in my Benz? Well use me, use me, 'cause you ain't that average groupie."

Elena pulls her window open and yells, "Hey! Damon! You idiot, hey! Do you mind?!"

Damon finally looks over, still dancing, bright blue eyes glinting mischievously as he catches his neighbor staring in through his bedroom window. He cups his hand over his ear and mouths, 'What? I can't hear you...'

Elena huffs and shouts, "Turn down that crap! I'm trying to study! I can't hear anything over this noise!"

Damon picks up the remote to his stereo and turns it down one notch. He tucks his towel around his waist, opens his window, and leans out. "Noise? That's Sir Mix-a-Lot. Everybody likes this song."

"Well not me," Elena disagrees, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at Damon. She doesn't hate the song, and she does think it's mildly amusing that Damon is dancing around half-naked like a child. It almost reminds her of when they were young and they still...tolerated each other. They were never friends, but they also didn't loathe each other like they do now. Which is why she wouldn't admit to him that she doesn't mind the song, just the volume, and the fact that she's trying to study and it's making it really hard. It's better to just disagree with him, like usual.

"'Well not me-e'," Damon imitates haughtily, crossing his arms over his bare chest to mimic her stance. "You're such a goody two shoes, Elena."

"Well you're a prick," Elena counters, "Can you just turn down the volume?"

"What do you say?" Damon asks in a teasing tone.

Elena sighs, "Please, turn it down."

"Fine..." Damon shrugs with a smile, "I'll turn it off...if you flash me."

"What?!" Elena exclaims furiously. "You're such a pig!"

"Aw, come on," Damon rolls his eyes, "It's not like I've never seen 'em before."

"You have not!" Elena stamps her foot angrily, even though Damon can't see it. He is so frustrating! Why does she even bother trying to communicate with such a cocky asshole? He is impossible! With one last seething glare, Elena slams her window shut.

Only one problem: the bottom of her button-up flannel pajama top was caught in the window frame, and when she turned away, it was ripped off her body. Elena gasps, fumbling to pull her top free from the window with no luck. She realizes Damon is laughing hysterically at this point and she screams indignantly and covers her breasts with her hands.

Damon leans out the window and yells, "I've seen 'em now!"

Elena grabs her fluffy fleece robe from the hook on her closed bedroom door and pulls it on with her back still turned towards the window. She ties it securely before turning back towards the window, where Damon is still laughing, but has at least lowered the volume on his stereo. Elena glares again at her annoying neighbor before pulling the curtain over the window, cutting off his free-pass into her bedroom. She returns to her bed, and Jane Eyre, and finishes her notes of the chapter.

Just another Monday night...

Tuesday morning starts like every other Tuesday morning. Elena wakes up promptly at six. She makes her bed, brushes her teeth, and takes a shower. At the time that she is getting out of the shower and choosing an outfit for the day, Damon is waking up to a good ole mornin' woody and reaching under his mattress for the wrinkled Playboy that will help him put Woody to rest. His step-mom knocks on the door half-way through, right on time, and asks if Damon is awake, to which he grunts out an, 'Oh yeah.' He finishes up with just enough time to throw on some clean jeans and a black tee and fix his bedhead hair. He meets his dad, step-mom Isobel, and step-brother Stefan down in the kitchen for breakfast. In the house next door, Elena is sitting down for oatmeal and fresh-squeezed orange juice with her mother, father, and younger brother Jeremy.

"Good morning, Elena," Miranda Gilbert greets her daughter.

"Good morning," Elena smiles pleasantly to her mom, then her dad, and finally Jeremy.

"Something came in the mail for you..." Grayson Gilbert announces while pushing an official envelope across the table to Elena.

Elena's brown eyes light up as she sees the Yale address stamped on the front. Yale is the college she's been wanting to go to since she was a little girl. Miranda and Grayson always told her if she put her mind to it, she could achieve anything, and Yale is the best of the best. Elena wants to be the best, for her parents. She peels open the envelope, chewing on her bottom lip nervously as she does. She pulls out the letter and unfolds it, scanning the words quickly.

"I...I have an interview!" She bursts excitedly, "In one month. But...I don't understand; I haven't applied for anything yet."

Miranda admits, "I sent out an early-acceptence application for you, Elena. I'm so happy for you that you got picked! This is everything you ever wanted."

"Congratulations, Elena," Grayson comments proudly.

"I haven't gotten in yet, Dad," Elena reminds him. She re-reads the letter from Yale disbelieving what her eyes are seeing. Can this really be happening? Oh, but it is.

"You've never disappointed us before," Miranda points out.

"Never has," Grayson agrees.

Next door, Damon doesn't have to worry about being the center of his parents' attention as he's chowing down. His dad and Isobel are too busy doting over Stefan, the Good Son. He's perfect in every way in their eyes. He gets good grades, has an interest in the family business, is willing to kiss Dad's ass to get what he wants...everything Damon refuses to do or be. If that means they're going to ignore him and act like he's a failure, that's their choosing. Stefan, of course, doesn't ignore Damon's existence because that would put an end to their two-year strong war. That's right, the step-brothers have been feuding since they were fifteen. That's not when Giuseppe and Isobel married, no, that was when the boys were ten. When they were fifteen, Damon's girlfriend Katherine cheated on him with Stefan, of all people. When Damon found out, he was heartbroken, but he hid his feelings behind anger, towards both Stefan and Katherine, but especially Stefan. They have been at constant war with each other since. Damon has long gotten over Katherine, but he'll probably never love someone like he did again.

Damon shovels the remaining bacon and eggs in his mouth just as his ears pick up the sound of his closest friend at Mystic Falls High driving up the road in his loud Mustang. Thank God, he thinks to himself. "Klaus is here," Damon announces, "Gotta go." He gets up from his seat and rinses off his plate in the sink, trying his best to ignore Stefan, who can't shut up when he'd like him to.

"How is Klaus, Damon?" Stefan asks sarcastically. "Still sucking at bass? You know, if you really want your band to go anywhere, you gotta ditch that flaming sack of shit. He stinks."

"Whatever Stefan," Damon sighs as he brushes past Stefan's chair, resisting the urge to punch him in the back of the head on his way out of the room. He steps into his sneakers, grabs his backpack from the floor by the front door, and runs out to the Mustang.

Damon sees Elena getting into her car with her brother Jeremy, who is a sophomore at Mystic Falls High, as he walks out to Klaus' Mustang. He smirks as he remembers her inadvertantly granting his request of showing him her tits. And they were actually a nice set of tits at that. Elena Gilbert...If only she weren't such a bitch. Well, and currently dating Stefan, although why should that stop him? It never stopped Stefan. Damon shakes his head and hops into the car beside Klaus Mikaelson.

"What's up my brother?" Klaus greets in a funny mix between a hood accent and his own English accent. The Mikaelson family moved to Virginia from England four years ago, and after a brief misunderstanding, Klaus and Damon grew to be very close friends. Klaus is funny, doesn't care what anyone thinks of him, and his band-mate. He has no complaints about him.

"Hey Klaus," Damon grins, "Not much, man." Damon turns up the volume on the stereo when he hears the song. "You and this Gangnam Style."

"I love PSY!" Klaus gushes.

"It's alright," Damon shrugs, "Ric hates this shit." Alaric, nicknamed Ric, is their third and final band-member. He graduated two years ago and works as a server at the local teen hang-out, Mystic Grill.

Klaus laughs, "I don't care what Ric thinks." Klaus turns up the music some more and speeds off down the road.

At the school, Elena circles the parking lot once, unable to find a good parking spot. Jeremy asks her to please just park somewhere, anywhere. But Elena doesn't want to park too far. It looks like it might rain today, and she hates getting caught in the rain. Exactly as she finds the perfect parking spot, a familiar red Mustang cuts her off and steals the spot!

"Oh no way! Asshole!" Elena curses loudly before speeding off to the next available spot. "I can't believe he stole my spot."

"It's okay, Elena," Jerema says, rolling his honest brown eyes. He can't wait to get out of the car so he can run off and meet up with his girlfriend Anna. He loves his sister, but she can be so overdramatic, and she such a perfectionist that if one little thing goes wrong she thinks everything is ruined. Jeremy is much more mellow. He'd never lose his cool over something as silly as idiots at school taking a parking spot from him. But that's just how Elena is. As soon as she turns off the car, he opens the passenger side door and leaps out, calling over his shoulder, "See you later, Lena!"

"Bye Jer!" Elena calls back, laughing at his eagerness to see Anna. She knows that's why he's in such a hurry. Him and his hormones. He and Anna have been doing it anywhere and everywhere since she gave Jeremy the green light over the summer. It's been Anna, Anna, Anna all the time since then. He did just turn sixteen; what should she expect? It's what sixteen year old boys like to do. Elena was like that too...when she was sixteen, but she's changed since. After Matt...she couldn't let anyone that close. She has been with Stefan for about a month now, but she's not letting his hand wander anywhere near the cookie jar anytime soon. She's just not ready, and he say he'll respect her wishes. She hopes what he says is true, because she really likes Stefan.

"Hey Elena!" Caroline Forbes, her bubbly blonde best friend, waves from her pink Bug a few cars away. "Oh my gosh, I have to tell you something! Guess what Tyler did last night?" She skips over happily, looking cute as always in a pink skirt and tank top. "He asked me out! Like officially. Isn't that awesome? You and me are both seeing awesome guys, both of them on the football team. We're going to have an amazing senior year!" She hugs the pretty brunette in excitement.

"That's great, Caroline!" Elena says with a genuine smile.

"Come on, let's go find Bonnie!" Caroline grabs Elena's hand and drags her off towards the main doors of the school to locate their other best friend, Bonnie Bennett.

After finding Bonnie in the girls' restroom, Caroline and Elena fill her in on the update in Caroline's love life. Then they spend the next ten minutes catching up, since they haven't seen each other since yesterday, and in a teenage girl's mind that is such a long time, and making sure their makeup looks good enough to start out the day. Elena excuses herself first from the small group of girls, not wanting to be late for her first period class. She's never been late for class, and it would ruin her record. At her locker, she wrinkles up her nose in disgust at the sight of Damon making out with some skanky blonde sophomore girl in front of her locker.

"Ugh, isn't it bad enough I have to witness your life from next door?" Elena asks in annoyance, "Did I really have to be stuck with a locker next to you?"

Damon pulls his lips off the bimbo for a split second to send a smirk in Elena's direction and reply, "The feeling is mutual. If I could get them to switch us, it'd already be done."

"Well, go contract chlamydia somewhere else," Elena orders saucily, "I need to get in my locker."

Damon and his flavor of the week slide over about two inches before continuing to suck face, even more enthusiastically than before. Blondie is moaning into his mouth and sucking on his tongue like it's the breath of life, while Damon hands have disappeared up her shirt. Elena opens her locker in record time and tosses in her backpack haphazardly, rather than the normal neat placement. She grabs her folder for her first period class and rushes off. She'll be damned if Damon Salvatore is the cause of her being late for class. She makes it inside the Computer Science classroom only seconds before the bell buzzes. Damon enters the classroom thirty or so seconds later, taking his assigned seat next to Elena. As much as they try to get away from each other, it seems to be impossible.

As Ms. Hooper is explaining a new assignment to the class, and Elena's eyes are trained to the teacher, like the goody-goody that she is, Damon sneaks his hand over to Elena's keyboard and types in a website. He snickers under his breath as the page loads and penises appear all over the screen. A video starts to play, and the load moans of a female pornstar and deep grunts of a male fill the classroom. Elena lets out a horrified gasp as she realizes it's coming from her computer, and she fumbles with the mouse trying to exit the page. As she exits the one page, more pop up. Her face reddens and she glares over at Damon, who is laughing hysterically at this point. She finally closes all of the windows and apologizes profusely to Ms. Hooper, promising it wasn't her that did that. Ms. Hooper seems skeptical, but she accepts Elena's answer, and moves on with her lesson plan.

After Computer Science, Elena meets Stefan right outside the classroom door. He pulls her in for a hug and places a chaste kiss on her lips. "Mmm, how are you, lovely Elena?"

Elena blushes and replies, "Good. And you, sexy Stefan?" She giggles at the uncharacteristic use of the word 'sexy'. She doesn't usually say things like that, it gives guys the wrong idea, but sexy Stefan sounds so right.

"I'd be better if you weren't leaving me for the rest of this day," Stefan says with a pout. "Do you have to go on the field trip?"

"Yeah," Elena nods, "I do. But I'll see you after school, right?" She smiles hopefully at her sweet boyfriend.

"You will." Stefan nods and kisses her once more before letting her out of his arms. She smiles at him once more before heading towards her locker to grab her backpack. Then she continues out to the parking lot to board the bus for the History field trip.

Up until his step-brother and the Gilbert girl's rare public display of affection, Damon had forgotten about the field trip he is forced to attend for History class. But since he was forced to wait for them to break apart, he also overheard Stefan's disappointment at being away from his precious Elena for a few hours. He doesn't know whether to be grateful for the reminder or disappointed. He doesn't really want to go visit a history museum, even if the exhibit on witchcraft in Mystic Falls hundreds of years ago sounds semi-interesting, but it gets him out of the rest of his classes so it's a fair trade. He chucks his books in his locker and then heads out to the bus. At least Klaus will be going.

During Mr. Shane's lecture about the witches of Mystic Falls, Elena is standing feet away, listening intently and taking notes. She isn't particularly interested in this witchcraft stuff; this is supposed to be history class not superstition class. What facts do they have that these witches actually existed? Either way, Elena knows there will be a test on this at some point, so she is jotting down anything that seems important on paper.

Meanwhile, Damon and Klaus haven't heard a word out of Mr Shane's mouth since the tour of the museum began thirty minutes ago. Klaus has been cracking jokes about every artifact in the museum. There was a statue with boobies on it, and Klaus literally hasn't stopped laughing about it since. He's still holding his hands out in front of him and tweaking imaginary nipples side to side.

"Mr. Salvatore, am I interrupting you? Or is what Mr. Mikaelson saying of any relevance to the topic at hand?" He pauses, eyebrow raised in an amused fashion. "I'm betting on unlikely." He scans the room and says, "All right everyone, we're going to pair off now and take in the rest of the museum on your own. Mr. Mikaelson and Mr. Salvatore, I don't think so. You two won't be together. Mr. Mikaelson, you are going to be paired with Ms. Young. Mr. Salvatore with...Ms. Gilbert. If I see you away from these young ladies sides before we get back to school, I will see you both in detention."

Damon groans. This isn't possible. Did he really just get paired up with Elena on a field trip? Where can he go to escape this bitch? He's gotta get out of Mystic Falls. It's the only way to get away from her and the rest of this useless town.

Elena isn't happy about the partner choice either, but when she tries to get Mr. Shane's attention, he totally ignores her. She rolls her eyes and waits for Damon to join her in front of the strange spellbook that supposedly belonged to the most powerful witch of Mystic Falls five hundred years ago.

"So..." Damon says in a teasing tone, "Been on any good porno sights lately?"

Elena sneers, "Ugh, I can't believe I'm stuck with you!"

"Okay, and I want to be partnered up with you? Yeah right, Gilbert." Damon rolls his icy blue eyes.

"Let's just hope I don't get stupider while I'm with you," Elena murmurs, taking a few more notes about the spellbook in front of them absentmindedly.

"Well I hope I don't catch some uptight virgin disease being with you," Damon returns.

Elena doesn't bother correcting him about the virgin thing; it's none of his business anyways. He's an asshole and a total player. She complains, "I hate you!"

Damon smirks and accuses, "That's because you secretly want to have sex with me."

"I wouldn't have sex with you if you were the last male on Earth," Elena says, her eyes squinting down to near slits as she grows angrier at Damon by the second. Cocky little shit thinks he's so hott! Well, Elena admits to herself, he is pretty hott, but he's gross. He's slept with God knows how many girls and he's vapid and narcissistic, and besides, she's got Stefan. So why would she ever want Damon?

Damon laughs bitterly, "Look at you, you think you're so special..."

"Oh don't even start," Elena cuts him off, "I think I'm special? Who are you to talk? Aren't you the one in a band, trying to be famous since you're so good-looking and so special. Looks to me like all you've got so far are the groupies."

"And you're the cheerleader, and on the student council, and getting an A-plus-plus in every single class because all you ever do is study and cheer and whatever the fuck it is you do on student council!"

"Wow, you really are an idiot, aren't you?" Elena insults.

"You're a brown-nosing bitch."

"Do you miss Klaus yet? I didn't think you could go more than five minutes away from your boyfriend."

"Ha. Ha. What about the girl who made you so jealous this morning when she had her tongue down my throat?"

"Jealous? You wish. That's just a pathetic little cover story so you don't have to face the horrendous social repurcussions of coming-out in high school."

"If I were gay, I wouldn't hide it. And I'd still be getting more action than you, or my dear brother, Saint Stefan. How long do you really think he's going to wait before he finds someone to fulfill his needs, Virginia? If he hasn't already."

"Stefan would never..."

"I don't know Elena..."

"Asshole."

"Bitch."

"Ugh, you are so infuriating! I really should pity you, you know that? But I can't, because I hate you too much."

"Yeah, right back at ya."

"Well I hate you more than you could possibly hate me. I'd rather cut off both my legs with a rusty knife than ever be anything like you!"

Damon stares down Elena for a few seconds before saying the only thing that comes to mind. "Ditto."

Elena almost laughs before repeating, "Ditto? Fine, double-ditto."

"Double-double-ditto times a trillion. Infinity."

If either of them had been paying any attention to the spellbook inside the glass casing, they would have noticed that the pages have started to shake, and a faint glow is flowing out of it and surrounding the two of them like fairy dust. The more they argue, and the angrier they get, the faster the glittery dust floats around them, swirling and mixing until it is a blur between them, making them one. Then it stops, just as suddenly as it started, neither of them nor anyone else aware of just happened. Elena rolls her eyes and brushes past Damon, purposely bumping his shoulder on her way, although she may have hurt her own shoulder more than she hurt his. Damon stalks off in the other direction.

Just another normal Tuesday? Nope. It's not. In fact, things are about to be as un-normal as they can get. Damon and Elena disturbed the spirit of an old and powerful witch, and through her spellbook, she cast an ancient spell on them. Things may seem normal now, but in the morning...it will be a very different story.