A/N – This is my first time delving into Damon and Elena, so it might be bad, who knows. This is sort of going to be a little series, just short one shots that are based from other people's point of view and how they see Delena. I don't really have a detailed plan, but don't be surprised if none of them actually include direct Damon and Elena interaction. The idea is to show how I think some of the other characters (I hope) will guide them to each other. I love comments, so please if you read drop me a note: good, bad or indifferent. And if you have any particular characters in mind that you would like to see this happen with, let me know. This one is Jeremy. Happy reading!

Meant to be Happy

"Jeremy?" Elena called, walking into his room. "I've been calling you."

Jeremy looked at her and fought the urge to roll his eyes. Most people got the hint when he ignored them, but not his sister. Although he knew that she probably got the hint, but dismissed it because she was intent on fixing their relationship.

"I heard," Jeremy replied, standing up and gathering his things.

"What are you doing?" Elena wondered.

"I think I'll just take off for awhile," Jeremy shrugged.

"Why?" Elena questioned.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Jeremy countered.

"I'm just worried about you, Jer," Elena said softly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Jeremy lied.

He wasn't fine and he doubted he would be any time soon. He had loved two girls in the last year and both had been killed by a stake to the heart.

"If you want to talk-" Elena started to offer.

"Then I'll find someone to talk to," Jeremy finished. "It's not going to be you."

"Why not?" Elena asked.

"Because I don't think that you get it," Jeremy answered.

"Get what?" Elena wondered.

"The way it feels to be me," Jeremy continued. "I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that some people just aren't meant to be happy and I'm one of those people."

"That's not true, Jer," Elena argued. "You're still so young. We both are. Things will get better."

"Like I said, you don't get it," Jeremy muttered.

"Then explain it to me," Elena pleaded. "Tell me why you feel like you'll never be happy."

"Because everyone I love, I lose," Jeremy said sadly. "Because everyone who is left, doesn't feel as miserable as I do and I can't talk to them. Because sometimes I wish Damon had actually killed me."

"Damon's not going to hurt you," Elena said seriously. "He can't as long as you have that ring. You shouldn't worry about him."

"I'm not," Jeremy replied. "I talked to him, he doesn't want to hurt me."

"Why did you talk to him?" Elena demanded. "Why did he even come near you?"

"I went to him," Jeremy shrugged. "I don't hate him like you do."

Elena's brow furrowed and Jeremy went back to gathering his things.

"Why not?" Elena asked.

"What good is it to hate someone?" Jeremy countered.

He finished putting all of his homework in his backpack and stopped in front of Elena before walking out of his room.

"Not that I believe that you hate him either," Jeremy muttered. "Whatever is going on between you and Damon, it's not hate. You hate what he did and you hate why he did it, which I'm pretty sure is something only the two of you know. But you don't hate him, you just think you should."

"You're wrong," Elena said quietly.

"No, I'm not," Jeremy said, shaking his head. "You just haven't figured it out yet."

Jeremy kept staring at his homework, but he wasn't really looking at it. In a world where vampires and werewolves existed, suddenly understanding the ins and outs of significant figures in chemistry didn't really seem important. When he put into terms that he had tried to kill himself to become a vampire, only to be healed by vampire blood and then subsequently been killed by a vampire, only to be healed by a mysterious ring, he felt overwhelmed and yet intrigued. This whole new landscape of people and supernatural beings was one he wanted to explore, even if it was dangerous. Which is why he didn't flinch when Damon sat down next to him.

"You're not getting anything done," Damon said, rather obviously.

"What do you want?" Jeremy asked, looking at him sideways and trying to decipher his thoughts.

It was something Jeremy found himself doing a lot where Damon was concerned. The guy was an absolute jerk, but for some reason Jeremy had a feeling there was a reason why he acted the way he did.

"I just came here to eat," Damon shrugged. "I saw you and thought, 'hey, I know him' and sat down. Is that a crime?"

"We're not friends," Jeremy pointed out.

"I know and I'm wounded by that fact," Damon replied sarcastically.

"If you're not here for a reason, just go away," Jeremy muttered. "I'm trying to do my homework."

"And failing miserably," Damon noted. "Maybe it's the setting."

Jeremy looked around at the crowded Grille and noticed how loud it was for the first time. It wasn't the setting, at least not one he could ever escape. His own wandering mind was what hindered him.

"What do you want?" Jeremy wondered again.

"Fine, drag it out of me," Damon sighed. "I came here to bug you so you couldn't do your homework."

"Are you ever serious?" Jeremy asked.

"Not if I can help it," Damon quipped. "In my experience, serious is never a good thing."

"What do you mean by that?" Jeremy questioned.

"Normally when I'm being serious, I'm also allowing myself to feel," Damon answered, honestly. "That ends badly more times than not."

Jeremy studied him again and couldn't help but wonder why and how he and Damon had reached an understanding. Somehow, they identified with each other.

"Do you believe that some people just aren't meant to be happy?" Jeremy asked.

"Of course," Damon said quickly.

"So do I," Jeremy replied. "But Elena doesn't."

"Elena has never lost the person she loves," Damon shrugged. "Not once, much less twice. Those of us who have, know the truth."

"You've loved two people?" Jeremy asked in shock.

"Like I said, feeling never ends well for me," Damon muttered, clearly uncomfortable with the serious turn their conversation had taken.

Silence washed over them and Jeremy watched as Damon started doing his homework. Apparently he had learned chemistry over his long lifetime. When Damon finished, he started to leave, but Jeremy's voice stopped him.

"It hasn't technically ended with Elena," Jeremy offered.

"What?" Damon asked, feigning confusion.

"She doesn't really hate you," Jeremy continued. "You shouldn't give up."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Damon shrugged. "You're welcome for the homework."

"Look, you can pretend all you want that you don't know what I'm talking about, but it doesn't change the truth behind what I'm saying," Jeremy said seriously. "She cares about you, even if she doesn't want to right now. And maybe she's right. Maybe everyone is meant to be happy."

"Maybe," Damon nodded. "So, do I get a thank you for the homework or not?"

"Is it right?" Jeremy asked.

"No," Damon smirked and Jeremy knew he was joking. "I don't help people, especially people I'm not friends with."

"Yeah, neither do I," Jeremy replied.