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A/N-First off: This story has taken over my head, but for people who read my PLL fic, I promise I haven't abandoned it. I'm slowly working on the next chapter. I thought maybe if I worked on this first, my inspiration would come back. It's working ;)

Just a quick explanation; when writing this, a certain song inspired each chapter, hence the title names. This takes place somewhere mid season three, and Damon and Elena have not kissed yet. Yeah, so this is my first multi chapter story for TVD, hope I do the characters justice. Thanks for reading.

Gonna Get Over You- Sara Bareilles

"I simmer then I burn for a someone

The wrong one"

Elena couldn't shake the weird trance like feeling she was in. She had just broken up with Stefan. She had actually uttered the words "I don't think I can do this anymore." She'd tried to ignore the pain in his eyes when she said it, but she couldn't deny that it was there. Then again, what was worse, playing pretend while her feelings faded fast, or being honest with Stefan – and herself?

Things hadn't been the same in a while; the silences were awkward and the conversation was strained. Truth be told it seemed like what had used to be her 'always' had completely fizzled. Lies and deceit did that to a relationship.

In a world where the supernatural played such a huge role, dishonesty was not a feasible option.

Elena needed to be able to make her own decisions, and Stefan's constant habit of omitting the truth (Whether it was for 'her own benefit' or not) made it hard to make the right ones.

Damon had mentioned something along those lines the other day, but now that she thought about it, Elena had been too preoccupied to listen properly.

Just the thought of the older Salvatore brother made her blush. She and Damon had grown so close while Stefan had been with Klaus being all... Ripper.

Damon's company was something she relied on now. It was her constant. He was her constant.

At a time like this, maybe walking around Mystic Falls wasn't the best idea. Elena was zoned out, lost in her thoughts. She felt guilty, because even though she had broken up with Stefan, she knew that it hadn't been one hundred percent because of her feelings slipping away. Part of her knew that Damon had something to do with it.

More of a part than she'd like to admit.

Everything is so damn confusing.

On one hand, she always had thought it would be Stefan. She was completely and utterly convinced that the sweet, understanding Salvatore brother was the one for her. The one who eventually she would spend forever and a day with.

But Damon was always tantalizingly out of her reach. Always tempting her, drawing her in with his mysterious allure. Over the summer her preconceived notions had fallen away, and maybe so had some of the walls around her heart.

She let him in and saw that he was so much more than she thought he was.

There had been increasing instances where she had caught him sneaking a glance at her; the kind of looks reserved for intense situations and stolen moments. Eventually these glances had turned from making her genuinely uncomfortable to making her uncomfortable in a good way.

Soon enough Elena found herself sneaking looks of her own, but somehow she managed to convince herself that they were innocent... Simply sparked by curiosity.

Then Stefan came back and her feelings for Damon were pushed away. To a point. One night while lying in Stefan's arms, she realized she was trying to get over Damon. She hadn't been fully aware that she was into Damon enough to need to rationalize getting over him.

Stefan had been everything and more when he came back, but even though he was everything she had wanted that summer, but that had been the summer when all that mattered was finding and bringing Stefan back.

She could no longer ignore the flurry of butterflies that made their presence known when Damon walked in the room. Elena found herself making sure she looked good before barging into his room, making sure to prolong their playful banter out as long as possible, and her newfound problem of the words coming out wrong when she talked to Damon was starting to become a problem.

Slowly but surely her feelings for Stefan were burning out, like the left over coals from a fire. Elena was tired of waiting for the fire to go out by itself, so she took matters into her own hands.

She knew she loved Stefan, but as she walked down the street that was a few blocks from Caroline's house, when Elena asked herself if she was in love with Stefan, she actually said 'no' out loud.

Still she knew the answers were no different with Damon. Or at least her mind had convinced her heart as such.

At this moment nothing was making total sense. Elena needed to talk with someone about her situation. She had to tell someone about Stefan, and about Damon. She liked Damon. That much was clear, but it was the blurry line in between how much that was the problem.

"I like Damon." To say she had no feelings for Stefan and feelings for Damon out loud felt weird; unnatural even. But the warmth in her stomach said differently.

It was confusing, all the feelings she had for the Salvatore brothers... Eventually they muddled into one big ball of uncertainty.

"Good to know, I'm rather fond of you too." His voice made her jump out of her skin. Internally, Elena thanked whatever higher power had made Damon make his presence known before Elena added "a lot more than a friend," like she'd intended to.

Damon had his camaro parked on the side of the road beside a mailbox. There were a million other places to mail a goddamn letter in Mystic Falls, but of course he had to use that one. Thankfully he didn't press on about Elena's mutterings.

"Everything all right? Elena? You look really out of it." Concern flickered in his blue eyes.

Elena bit her lip, trying to keep herself together. Seeing Damon had pushed her to that point of overwhelming emotions where everything was becoming a bit too much to handle. Her actions. Her feelings. Her decisions. All were overwhelming her mind.

Her thoughts were going a thousand miles a minute now, but she managed to choke out the fact that she had broken up with Stefan. She was waiting for the sarcasm or the witty comment to come, but it never did.

Damon stood there in his trademark leather jacket and jeans, looking something between concerned and torn. He looked the same way Elena felt; neither of them was quite sure how to proceed. She could see that Damon's body was tense, like he was on the verge of comforting her, but the little angel on his shoulder was whispering in his ear not to do it.

God, Elena wished he would. She could feel that leather mould to her body, feel his arms grasping her tightly. She could bury her face in his shirt, smell that oh so familiar Damon smell of cologne, bourbon and something she couldn't quite place, but reminded her uniquely of him.

But she knew that would be unfair. Hopping from one brother to the other like that. She wasn't Katherine, and never hoped to follow in her bitchy ancestor's footsteps.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

She just nodded, taking another deep breath to calm herself down. "Not right now- but I will be."

"Do you want a ride home? I can drop you off on my way back to the boarding house."

Elena shook her head. "I was on my way to Caroline's, I'm almost there. I can walk." Spending time alone in the car with Damon was definitely not the best idea for her mental health right now. Unfortunately Damon was stubborn when it came to her.

"Don't be stupid Elena, I'll drive you."

She wanted to fight him, but she knew he would drag her kicking and screaming into the camaro if he wanted to. She sighed and slid in the passenger seat. Nervously she drummed her fingers on the door, unaware until Damon pointed it out. "You need anything at all?"

Probably a couple shots of tequila and enough alcohol to knock out a bear.

Again, becoming Damon's new drinking buddy wasn't a good option. Most things involving Damon weren't good options, as Elena found she was beginning to trust herself a little less around him. She kept her eyes focused on the road, trying to not let everything get the best of her.

Just two minutes until they got to Carolines'. She could handle that.

It turns out two minutes of awkward silence feels like two hours of pure torture.

It dawned on Elena that she hadn't even told Caroline she was coming; the plan was to just show up out of the blue. Quickly she pulled out her phone and sent a text explaining her imminent arrival.

Broke up w. Stefan. I need you . B at yours soon.

As soon as she hit send, Damon hit a bump in the road as he turned into Caroline's street. Elena's phone slid out of her hand in onto the console of Damon's car. They reached for the phone at the same time, and just as Elena's hand closed around the phone, Damon's was there to meet it.

At the sudden contact, Elena yanked her hand away faster than she thought possible. Just as ungracefully, she tried to disguise it as a cough.

It was painfully obvious that Damon didn't believe her for a second when she looked up and met his ice blue eyes and his signature Damon Salvatore smirk. Immediately Elena felt herself go crimson red. Shit.

"Now Elena, I'm gonna take a guess that all this cute jumpiness is because of the Stefan break up, so if I'm making you uncomfortable by being well... me, just say the word." He said as they pulled into Caroline's driveway.

Elena just sat there, staring, completely unsure of what to say to him.

"Because I can make things a whole lot more uncomfortable if you want me to." He whispered as he leaned forward. Elena literally stopped breathing he was so close. She could see every detail of his face, the stubble that was beginning to poke forward from his previously clean shaven face, the lines of his lips. She could smell his breath.

Fuck the tequila and drinks, this was intoxicating enough.

She could feel the knot in her stomach as she leaned forward just a bit more. God did she ever want to kiss him. She licked her lips and looked him in the eyes.

This was not good for her, in such an emotionally unstable state; but then her distaste for Katherine came back and she snapped back to reality, shoving Damon as hard as she could away. "Dick."

She unbuckled herself clumsily, still a bit freaked out by just how close she'd been to pressing her lips to his. "I was just kidding Elena. You seemed sad, so I'm trying to cheer you up by being obnoxious. That's how our relationship works, right?"

"Ha ha." The sarcasm was put on thick. "Look, I'll text you later or something. Caroline's expecting me. You can be your normal ass like self then, okay?" She quickly jumped out of the car and slammed the door and walked to Caroline's door as fast as she could without looking like she was running.

She could almost taste his lips, or what she imagined them to taste like. Bourbon, blood, and a hint of something that she could never place when it came to him. She had to will herself to keep walking to the Forbes house. She couldn't even afford a quick look back to him, thanking him for the ride he'd given her.

While she waited for Caroline to answer the door, she shot Damon a text, feeling bad for being so rude when she left. He was trying to help, in his own Damon-ish way.

Thanks for the ride. & Sorry for slamming the door.

She sent the text just as he was pulling out of the driveway.

"Elena, sweetie!" She heard Caroline say as the front door swung open. "I'm so sorry! How are you holding up with everything?"

Elena hugged her best friend as she watched the blue camaro roll down the street. She made sure Damon was out of vampire hearing range before pulling back and looking Caroline straight in the eyes. She exhaled deeply. "I am so fucked."

I have the next 10 chapters written, so I'll update whenever. I tried this way because if you've read 5:00 you'd know I'm the worst updater ever. Forgive me 5:00 readers T-T If you could drop a review it'd be lovely. :)