Damon sat on the edge of the couch, swinging the decanter to and fro in his hand between his legs. He begun to sing, "Oh Caroline, won't you be mine? Where have you gone? I'm tired of being alone." Elena stepped into the room, "You just make that up or?" He smirked, "Yup, what's it to you?" he asked as she leaned back against the door frame. "Nothing, just wish someone would have done that for me." "Yeah well, life is just great isn't it?" She sighed, "They say it's supposed to be great and that you shouldn't waste days feeling like this but when you have an eternity to do so, you can spend a few days grieving." He nodded his head whilst pursing his lips, "Spending an eternity alone sounds appealing doesn't it?" "You don't have to be alone, there will be other girls."
He smirked, "Yeah, but no one like Caroline." Elena rolled her eyes, "No offense but have you met her? I love her to death but she is as shallow as a kiddy pool." He stood up, clenching the tumbler in his hand as he gritted his teeth, "Don't talk about her that way." She raised her hands in surrender, backing up as he sat back down and went back to his alcoholic beverage. Elena tiptoed around him, not wanting to disturb him as she reached for a drink of her own. Pouring herself a glass, she leaned against the fireplace mantle, eyeing him down. "What is your problem anyway? It took two people to cheat and if I do recall, it was your idea." He shook his head in distaste, "Don't try to put it all on me, you didn't have to agree to it." "Blood got to both us, that's all it was." She reasoned. "If you keep telling yourself that, maybe you'll actually believe it." He mumbled.
Elena squinted her eyes, "What are you trying to say?" "I'm just saying that I'm a very good looking guy Elena, are you sure that night wasn't filled with pent up emotion?" She finished of her scotch, "You're an ass." "Thank you." Elena turned to face him once more after setting her glass down on the ledge, "What about you, anything other than a drunken mistake to you?" He pursed his lips, "Nope." "It was all just a misunderstanding then I presume." "Yup." He replied, popping the p once again. His eyes were glazed over and he reeked of booze.
Elena huffed, "I'm going to bed, call me when you wake up from this state you're in. I like you better when you didn't care enough." She stomped up the stairs as Damon waited for the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut. He sighed, throwing the decanter against the fireplace as it smashed against the back and dripped down into the fire, making it waver. He ran his fingers through his hair, he didn't know what she wanted from him, whatever it was he wasn't exactly too sure if he wanted to.
Elena awoke the next morning to an empty house; Damon's bed looking like it was never slept in the night before. She sighed, knowing far too well that she was the one that would have to go scrape him off of the sidewalk. She called Matt to see if Damon was at the Grille only to find out he was never there. She growled as she then called Bonnie only to receive her voice mail, she was still ignoring her calls, Elena's transitioning shook her up and it was going to take some time getting used to, plus with Jeremy's death she was nowhere near recovery at this point.
Elena was getting real tired of having no one and the people that claimed that they were there for her weren't. She shrugged on her coat, grabbing her keys out of the bowl atop the little side table next to the front door. She would just have to take matters into her own hands.
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She found Damon lying on a bench in the park, his leather jacket pulled up to cover his eyes. This was going to be fun Elena thought sarcastically. He looked like he was in a peaceful sleep but she couldn't just leave him here, he'll scare the children of Mystic Falls and we didn't want that.
"Damon, get up." She said slowly as he groaned before turning away from her and onto his side. She rolled her eyes, "Do you want to embarrass yourself in front of the whole town, you'll be known as the town drunk, Ric would be so proud." He sat up quickly, "Don't ever talk about Ric like that again." He glared daggers at her as she tried to help him stand, "Don't touch me." He hissed, moving out of her reach, "Just take me home." He grumbled, sliding into the front seat of her jeep. She climbed in beside him, starting the car and backing out of the parking lot. "I loved him too Damon. I loved both of them." She said, glancing over at him quickly before returning her eyes to the road. He crossed his arms like a stubborn child in his drunken state, "Well you sure have a funny way of showing it."
"Not to get pity from you or anything but my entire family is dead, sorry if I don't understand how to love properly." He sighed, "That should give you all the more reason to be compassionate." "Well I'm not ok? Sometimes I just want to leave; somewhere people won't expect so much of me." She said, turning into the driveway. When she turned the car off they were still sitting there, Damon almost sober and Elena practically near tears. "I'm sorry." He whispered, "It's just, I act like I know what I'm doing but really I have no clue whatsoever I just go by instinct." "That's not entirely a bad thing; you honestly think I know what to do all the time? I don't." she concluded. "Fine, let's make a deal. If you don't expect anything from me, I won't expect anything from you." He said, looking her in the eye. "That's not such a good idea, but you think you won't expect anything from me, then deal." She agreed as they shook on. Who would've thought this idea would create such a bad thing in only a matter of weeks.
