A/N- Hey! So, this is my new Vampire Diaries story! I hope you like it!
Remember- All human, and there is a year gap between Damon and Stefan instead.
So, on with it I guess.
Disclaimer- I don't own anything from Vampire Diaries.
Elena's View
"I don't know Stefan, I haven't seen him come out of his room all week, and I'm over your house the majority of the time." I say closing my locker and walking alongside Stefan to English.
"I swear, he is leaving his room. That or food is magically disappearing," I roll my eyes at him while entering the class room. "Seriously Elena," he says with a sigh taking a seat by me, "stop worrying, he's fine, he's just being Damon." I pout my lips, not quite agreeing with Stefan, but not knowing why. "Besides, the new students are coming tomorrow, he'll come to school then."
"I know what he likes people to think of him Stefan, but you know as well as I do he does care about school, and is actually good at it."
"Shh, don't let his secret out." I roll my eyes at him again, after being friends with him for as long as I remember I should know he wouldn't help with the whole Damon thing.
"Tell me you aren't worrying about Damon again," Caroline says sitting in front of me, "he's Damon, Elena. Damon. Yes at times he cares about stuff, but the majority of the time it's like he has no heart. Which I'm pretty sure he hasn't."
"Caroline, don't say that. Besides, you only don't like him because he stole your drink because it had alcohol in at the party last month."
"Well it was my drink! Besides it isn't up to him if I drink or not."
"He was just being responsible Caroline." I say opening my book, then we all look at each other.
"You're right," Caroline says, "he was being responsible…" We all stay silent. "Maybe we should be worried." She finishes, Stefan and I nod as Alaric, Mr Saltzman, walks in.
"Maybe you should check on him?" Stefan whispers to me, a few minutes later.
"Why me?" I quietly say back, "he's your brother."
"Which is exactly why you should do it," Caroline says turning around.
"Am I interrupting something?" Alaric says from the front of the room, we shake our heads. "Good, as I was saying, the three empty seats by Caroline, Elena, and Stefan," he points to us all. "Will be used by new students starting tomorrow."
"I love newbies, what are their names?" Caroline says enthusiastically.
With a slight laugh he says, "I believe they are Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah."
We all nod, "they're strange names," Caroline says.
"Yeah, well don't say that to them. End of class, see you tomorrow." He says letting us all leave.
Getting up we all head straight to our cars. "Okay, I'll talk to him," I say breaking the silence.
"Great! Well I'm off. Gotta get a new outfit for tomorrow," Caroline said with a grin.
I smirk at her, "really Caroline?"
"Hey, the guys could be hot! And Rebekah might be to Stefan," he shakes his head, "well, bye!" And she leaves.
"Come on, I should go see if Damon is still alive." I say getting in Stefan's car.
At The Salvatore House
"Wish me luck," I say dumping my stuff by the door.
"Good luck," Stefan says laughing slightly.
Walking up the stairs I head to the room I have only been into twice the whole time I've known the brothers.
I pause standing outside his room.
I slam the door closed and jump onto the bed.
"What the- Elena? Why are you in my room?" Damon says walking out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist, at least, I think it's a towel, I can't see through my tears.
I just sob. I hear a large sigh from Damon, "Elena, you have your own room here, why cant you go cry in there?" He grabs a black top and black jeans from a draw.
"Because Stefan would go in there, he wouldn't come in your room," I manage to say through sobs.
"Well, that's a good point," he says changing, he has boxers on under his towel. "So are you going to tell me what stupid argument you and Stefan got into this time? Or are you going to continue to lay there and soak my pillow with tears?"
"Can't you be sensitive just once?" I ask sitting up and wiping my tears away.
"That was being sensitive Elena. But okay, I'll be more like Stefan sensitive." He coughs, "Elena?" He asks in a more panicked voice, "what's wrong?" He sits beside me and pushes hair away from my face and behind my ear slowly.
I start to laugh causing him to smile too. "Thanks for making me laugh Damon," I say with a smile, my face now only tear stained, rather than still having tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Welcome," he says moving to sit slightly further away, "so what exactly did my dearest brother do this time?"
"He asked Caroline to the dance not me," Damon gives me a confused look.
"So you do like him?"
"No, but he always promised to take me," I say leaning back on his head board.
"Elena, you're six, these dances don't mean anything," he says sighing, I give a slight nod. "If it means that much then I'll go with you." I look over to him.
"Really?" I ask, he nods in response, I jump forward and hug him, "thank you Damon!" I say with a giant smile as he awkwardly hugs me back.
"Okay, okay, enough hugging," he says pulling away. "Now go on, go back and play with Stef," I smile and leave the room.
Then my mind goes back to the second time I went in his room.
I slowly open the door and walk over to his bed.
Taking a deep breath I jump onto the bed and continue to jump.
"Ugh, I swear, if that's you Stefan!" He says rolling over, so he is now facing up.
"No, it's Elena," I say still jumping.
"Well then you're lucky that I can't kill you since you're not family," he says keeping his eyes closed.
"Come on Damon! It's your THIRDTEENTH! Wake up! I wanna give you your gift!" I say still jumping up and down.
He sighs, clearly having enough of the jumping, and wraps his arms around my waist before I jump again and pulls me down beside him.
"Please?! I wanna give you the gift! You'll love it I promise!" Slowly he opens his eyes.
"You aren't going to stop nagging are you?" He says as his eyes adjust to the light.
"Nope," I say popping the 'p', he sighs.
"Okay, go on then!" He says sitting up.
"Here," I say with a giant smile, the biggest one I can give, I know he'll love it.
He slowly rips open the wrapping paper, still half asleep.
He smiles when he finally opens it to reveal a black leather jacket. "It's the one you wanted," I say smiling at him. Even though he is still looking at the jacket, not me.
"Thank you Elena," he says putting it on, I smile as it's slightly too big so it will last for years.
"No problem. So, since you're up, we've cooked food for you."
"By we you mean Stefan right?"
I blush, "yeah, I suck at cooking."
"So does he," Damon says standing up. "Come on then," he says reaching a hand out for me, "lets go pretend his food is amazing," he says with a smirk. I laugh and take his hand so we can walk down stairs.
I sigh, about to knock on the door.
But, then I hear his voice. "Are you just going to stand out there or come in Elena?"
Confused, I open the door, "how'd you know it was me?"
"Me and Rick had a bet on how long it would take you to check on me, I said a week, he said a week and a day, I win." He pulled out his phone, presuming to text Alaric. I look at him. He's just lying on his bed, TV on in the background, but just lying there. "So, as you can see I'm fine."
I walk in and close the door behind me, just standing partly in his room.
"When you were younger you ran in here crying, and one time jumped on my bed to wake me up, but now you're just standing there staring at me? What happened to your guts Elena?"
"Hey! I still have guts! I just don't want to sit down" he nods, as if waiting for me to cave. But I refuse to give him the satisfaction. Walking over to turn off his TV, I finally get his full attention.
"Elena! What would you do that?" He says reaching for the remote beside him. Before he can pick it up I run and jump on to his bed, grab the remote and throw it to the other side of the room. "Nice to see that fun Elena has returned. Has to be said, you got boring in your old age."
"One, you're older than me, and two, I've always been fun." He raises his eye brows at me. "Wait. Don't try to distract me! Why have you been locking yourself in here, and not coming to school?" I say moving to beside him.
"I do this every year Elena. It's not exactly 'new.'" He says with an eye roll.
"Yeah, I know. Same week every year, between the same dates every single year. Why?"
"Now, that would be telling. You know I hate other people knowing my business."
"Damon, you know you can tell me."
"Yes Elena, I do. And if I wanted to, I would. But I don't. So, if you wouldn't mind, leave."
"I'm not going."
"Oh great. Stubborn Elena came back to play too. The joy." I roll my eyes.
"Can't have one without the other," I say jokingly, causing him to smile.
He looks at me, "don't think that just because you made me smile I will tell you my life story."
"I'm not asking for your life story, I wanna know why you always close yourself off," I say light heartedly.
"I don't always 'close myself off' as you put it."
"Damon, you know that's a lie." He shifts uncomfortably.
"I told you, I hate other people knowing my business. Please Elena, just go."
"No," I say crossing my arms, "not until you tell me Damon."
"I'm not going to Elena."
"Damon-"
"No, Elena. I'm not going to tell you."
"o, there's something, something is completely wrong with you."
"Nothing is wrong with me. Now unless you want to do see me angry again, I suggest you leave." He stares right into my eyes.
"I said no."
"Elena-"
"No Damon. I'm not going until you tell me," I say staring right back at him.
"Why are you so insistant on knowing?!"
"Why won't you tell me?!"
"Because it's none of your business!" He says standing up.
"What's with the shouting?" Stefan asks from the door way.
Damon looks me up and down, now that I'm standing also. "You really won't leave my room?" I shake my head, "fine, then I will." He spins to the door, grabbing his jacket that I brought him all those years ago, and storms out of the room, shoving past Stefan.
"At least you got him out of his room?" Stefan says, I sigh and walk out too.
Damon's View
"One drink! That's all I'm asking!" I say to the barman, as someone pulls out a stool beside me.
"Wow, what's wrong with you?"
"Elena," I say to Alaric.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Because she's a pain in the ass, that's why."
"Take it she wants to know why you spend this week alone in your room? Or at least normally you do."
"Yep. Don't forget the only reason you know is because I was drunk and told you."
"Yeah, that was a pretty good night," he says with a smirk and I smirk to remembering the night.
"Because she won't understand. She didn't know him, she'll think it's stupid."
"You know that isn't true. She'll probably be happy you are showing emotion."
"Why does everyone think I am emotionless?"
"Because you don't show people you have them."
I roll my eyes, "for good reasons I remind you."
"Yeah, but you can't stay bottled up forever Damon."
"I can try," I say with a smirk.
A/N- So...What do you think?
I'm aware it's a bit all over the place at the moment, it will make sense later.
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