Hey guys, I decided to start a new fanfiction coz my forwood story 'those two pink lines' is kind of in the middle of some sort of writers block, so here's something for you to delve into until I can finally pick it back up. Just wanted to thank those who actually reviewed that story, you made my day every time I saw the numbers go up and I really hope the same happens with this story, so thanks:)

Here it is anyway, the story that most of you picked. Formerly called 'Just the way you are' but I decided on 'A change in the weather' coz I thought it fitted a little better, but don't worry, the plot hasn't changed at all!

Well thats enough rambling on my part, Enjoy!

Plot

To Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbet had always been his younger brothers best friend. But times change and so do people, as Damon is about to discover.

Chapter One.

The dry trunks of the old, withering trees met in the middle of the waring path, entwining together above us as if they were holding hands. Stefan trudged along beside me, pressing on through the fallen leaves, the sound of their frames crunching underneath his feet carried from tree to tree. In all the time we had been walking, he had not yet said a word, which was oddly strange as his whole reason for dragging me out here was to 'talk'.
I looked up again as the tree branches creaked softly in the morning breeze, then thrust my hands into my coat pockets as a chill ran through the air. When the silence became too much for me to bear, I threw my head back and cleared my throat as I readied myself to speak. But he got there before me.

"My dads dying" he said suddenly, barely a whisper of breath escaping his mouth, and just like that, he stopped walking and let his knees buckle underneath him. I stood, mouth agape whilst the words I had so thoroughly thought through in my mind caught in my throat. I backed up against an old oak and let myself slide down its body as the simple revelation sank in. I let my head fall into my hands, feeling as if my body couldn't handle its weight, but neither could my hands it seemed. So I just sat in the undergrowth, head hanging as I felt the guilt sweep through my guts.
Giuseppe Salvatore was a good person, and at the healthy age of 56, I had never thought tradegy could strike him just yet. Reluctantly pulling my head back up, I watched my best friends body shake and listened to his tears resounding through the quiet forest. I pushed up off the floor with my shaking hands and crawled along the dirt to where he sat. Although Stefan had pride and would not let anybody have the satisfaction of seeing his tears, his guard was completely shattered, water droplets flowing wild and free down his reddened cheeks. His dark chestnut hair lay unruly on top of his head, a few small leaves clinging to his dark jacket and his normally bright green eyes had lost their dazzle.
"Hey, Stefan" I croaked out, hearing my voice crack upon saying his name. I leant forward to rest my head on his shaking shoulder "Stefan" I whispered again, repeating it like a mantra. When he didn't respond, I ran my hand through his hair and landed a kiss on the top of his head "Your dad wouldn't want to see you cry, Stefan. He'd want you to be strong. Be strong for him, for you"
When he pulled away from me, I thought that he would dry his eyes and forget like it had ever happened, but instead, he turned so that he could embrace me in a proper hug. Hearing his sniffles and feeling his heart beat faster each second I held him, I knew the tears were travelling towards my own tear ducts.

"He's my dad Elena" he whimpered into the crook between my neck and shoulder, and I felt something tug at my heart as a fat tear dropped to the ground.
"I know, Stefan. I know" I cooed softly as if I were soothing a baby "But the rest of your family need you right now, and you need them"
I felt his head move twice, swiflty up and down and he sniffled again. "Im sorry for burdening you with all of this, 'Lena" he tried his best to smile, only managing to give me a faint, barely-there one "But your the only person I can talk to"

I pulled him closer to me, the feel of his spiky hair tickling my chin, and in spite of myself, I laughed. "That's what best friends are for, Stefan. Im always here"
And we just sat in the middle of the woods, entwined together like the branches of a tree.

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So guys, I know this first chapter was a bit depressing, and short... but this is how I set the base for Damon and Elena. She ends up comforting him aswell as Stefan, blah blah blah. Only its not akward because they aren't besties...

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little snippet and I hope you find some time to review because it really does make me happy!

GreenEyedGirlx