A/N: Okay, this is my first EVER fanfiction. I'm seriously nervous about it, atm it's not very long. Obviously I'll be adding new chapters if you guys like it. It's set post 2x11, except Rose isn't 'sick'. Based on the TV series, not the books. Please review! :)
Elena
'Riiiiiiiiiinnnngggg!'
As her alarm faded into focus, Elena wished that she could just turn it off, stay under the covers and hide for another day. This was the fourth day this week that she'd woken with the same feeling, there was just no avoiding it. She knew that it was because she didn't want to face Stefan. It wasn't that he had done anything wrong, it was just every time she was around him lately she felt…wrong. Not like Elena. Well, not like the Elena she wanted to be. He made her feel like she was powerless, a weak link in the chain and she hated it. After all, wasn't she the one everyone wanted? The looming threat of her thought lingered in her mind, and she regretted bringing the subject up, even if only with herself. Her eyelids fluttered at the sunlight streaming in through the open window, and she made up her mind that she would go out today, even if just to collapse on Bonnie's couch and watch Breakfast at Tiffany's for the hundredth time, there was nothing that would stop her.
Damon
Stretching back on the bed, Damon thought of the prospective day ahead. He had a beautiful woman lying next to him, Bourbon on the bedside table and blood in the refrigerator; he really didn't need to go out… But something was annoying him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. There was just, something niggling away at his subconscious. He tried to push it aside, and he got up to take a shower. As he turned the water on he heard her say 'Come back to bed…', and it was simply too much to resist. Turning off the water, he ran his hands through his hair and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked a wreck, he was unshaven and his eyes were bloodshot, there was definitely something wrong with him. It wasn't just the sleepless night that was making him tired, it was the situation with… Oh well, whatever him and Rose had, whether it was just…this, or friendship, or even just mutual boredom, he liked it, and whenever he liked something, he liked to keep it close. He straightened up, strolled casually back to the bedroom and as he rested his head on the door panel, he muttered silkily to the woman, 'Ready or not. I hope you can keep up.'
Elena
Elena pushed back her hair into a ponytail, it was an unusual style for her, but she was on a mission and a little Lara Croft impersonation wouldn't go a miss today, with the things that she was surely destined to face. She'd dressed according to her mood also, in tight-fitting Levi's and a black vest with a tan leather jacket that was her mom's, it gave her strength whenever she wore it, made her think of her mother. Her outfit said 'Don't mess with me, I'll kick your ass', or at least she hoped so. She twisted in front of the mirror, and gave herself an appreciative nod, she didn't look too bad today when it came down to it, when she made the effort. Her eyelids were dusted with powder, mascara slicked along her eyelashes and gloss on her lips, she'd needed it this morning, it had given her a girly boost. As she rushed downstairs and shouted 'Jennnnna!', she realised that she'd left her purse in her room. Sighing to herself, she stopped in her tracks and swivelled round, slowly taking each step as a hardship, her feet making tremors in the old house's foundations. She grabbed her purse from her bed, knocking her diary off in the process, she didn't write as much as she used to, and it saddened her, but there was just no time, what with all the vampire killing and plotting and staking and stuff. She thought about how even Jeremy had picked up on it, and had mentioned it at the Grill a couple of days ago. He had asked her whether she'd got bored of it, and she realised she hadn't, but she just hadn't seen it lately. She'd come home and searched high and low for it, and couldn't find it, and then the next morning, she'd searched again, and found it in a drawer that she'd sworn she'd checked the night before. That reminded her, Jeremy's phone, she'd used it last night to call Caroline when her cell had run out, she'd better return it to him. As she pushed the door open, she couldn't believe her eyes at what she saw...