Chapter 10 (Day 7-Day 9)
"Your hero has arrived," Damon announces his presence as he lands gracefully from the window to the plush carpet of Elena's bedroom floor.
The Gilbert girl is currently laying on her stomach in her jean shorts and pale pink shirt with her laptop and Idina Menzel's singing voice can be heard in the background.
"Hey."
Damon strides to the foot of the bed, frowning slightly, "'Hey'? just 'hey'?"
"Shh… I'm watching a movie here," Elena put her forefinger in front of her naturally pink lips.
Damon slightly pouts, feeling ignored and neglected. He walks toward the bed, sits next to her, copies her by laying on his stomach next to her. "Is that cartoon?" he whispers.
"It's Frozen," she pauses the movie, with an amused look on her face looking at him, "It's animation."
He mumbles about how there is no difference between cartoon and animation while Elena unpauses the movie, continuing her activity, completely ignoring Damon. A couple hours later, Elena smiles to herself, turning off her laptop. She finally notices Damon, with his head on his arms on the bed, apparently sleeping. Elena's grin grows bigger it almost hurts her cheeks.
He looks adorable when he's sleeping.
"Damon?" she pokes his cheek. His response is a low growl making Elena chuckles.
She repeats her action twice until he opens his beautiful baby blues, forming a scowl on his pink lips, "Are you done poking me?"
"Yep. Can we do my homework now?" she asks as she grabs her backpack to take out her notebook.
"You paid no attention to me, choosing a cartoon movie over me, and now you want my help?" he grumbles.
"Oh, please," she rolls her eyes, "You were late so I decided to watch a movie."
"I was only ten minutes late." He exclaims, turning to his side.
"Whatever." She waves her right hand, overlooking Damon's exclamation. "Now, do you understand this?" she points out page 38 in her math book.
"Ugh, you should be very thankful to have a smart and understanding soul mate," he states dramatically before he grabs the book out of her hand and starts scanning the page.
An hour and four pieces of Twinkies later, they have finished her homework. Damon, as usual, lays on his back with Elena's little teddy bear on his stomach. The brown-eyed girl is putting the books back to her backpack, shaking her head towards the obsession Damon has for her bear.
"So," Damon starts, "How are you feeling? Do you feel any better? You know, about that witch, Caroline Forbes?"
"Who?"
"The girl who made you cry," he frowns slightly, oblivious to the fact that Elena doesn't want to talk about it.
"M' kay," she mumbles as she hops on the bed beside him, reaching for her bear and snuggle it.
"Really okay?"
"Yes, and I would be very glad it if we talk about anything else besides that."
Suddenly, Damon feeling annoyed. How dare she dismissed him like that after she practically crying on his shoulder, making his lap as a perfect cushion for her butt, then ignoring him like that? He angrily thought. He had assumed that she will be willing to open up more to him seeing as their relationship has escalated due to the Caroline problem. He was basically acted like a perfect boyfriend to her when she was down and sad. Never in his lifetimes has he felt unappreciated before, and by a tiny human girl nonetheless.
"Fine."
He stands up then out the window in a second leaving Elena dumbfounded.
"Hey, sweetie," Jenna calls as she's busy putting the grocery she has bought in the pantry.
"Hi," Elena replies, keeps her eyes on her fiddling thumb, still trying to process what was actually Damon's problem.
They go silent, taking care of each others' business before Jenna realizes that her niece has a quiet permanent frown on her forehead.
"You okay?"
Elena seems lost in her own little world until Jenna touches her hand on the kitchen island. "I'm fine."
"No, you're not. Wanna tell me what happened?" Jenna asks softly.
"Nah, I'm good," she fakes a smile, knowing Jenna wouldn't understand. Moreover, she can't tell her aunt that her head's now filled with the thought of the vampire that was earlier in her room.
"Is it school again? Maybe something that starts with 'C' and ends with 'Aroline'?" Jenna pushes.
Elena goes quiet for a couple seconds before she nods, "No problem, actually. She keeps annoying me, but nothing I can handle.
"Elena," Jenna sighs, Elena realizes her aunt going into her parent mode, "If she gets too much you can report her to the principal or I can talk to her mother. Seriously, she thinks that she's the sheriff's daughter and she can treat people like trash."
"I don't wanna make a big deal out of it, Aunt Jenna," she retorts. "Besides, like I said, nothing I can handle."
Jenna bites her lip, pondering over the words her niece has said. "'Lena, I want you to open up a bit more, do you understand that, right? You're my family for God's sakes. I care about you so much."
Elena lets out a heavy breath, "I know, and I love you for that. It's just… I talked to a friend about it. I just don't talk to you because you have too much on your plate already."
"Okay, at least you talked to a friend. Then Rebekah knows about it, right?"
The younger woman straightens up a bit, "It's not Rebekah."
"Oh," her aunt's mouth forms a perfect 'O', "then who is it?"
"Just a friend," she answers, "Anyway, that friend actually kind of weird lately."
"Weird how? Is that friend a boy?"
"Um… yeah, he's a guy."
"Okay, go on."
"Look, you know that I don't talk much about my problems, right? So, yesterday he was here, we talked in the living room," she lies easily, "I told him what's been going on in school with Caroline and he sort of helped me. He has seen me at my worst and he was there, you know? And today, when I started to feel better, he brought it up again and I kind of… change the subject. Then, he just left."
"Hmm…," Jenna frowns, looking up at the ceilings, "I think… he's mad because he cares. Like, when I share my deepest, darkest problem that's been burdened me to Ric, then he asks again whether I've been feeling better or not the next day, I really want to dismiss him, but I know that he still worries about me. Do you know what I mean? It's like, he still worries even when I'm already feeling better."
Elena thinks about what her aunt has said. No way is Damon really concerned about me, she thought. The Damon she knows, well, since a week ago, is a narcissistic vampire who only cares about himself and feeding off Elena helplessness to feed his ego. He is a flirt and he thinks he's a God's girl to the world.
"You think so?"
"Well, I could be wrong. But, I was just talking from experience so I think I could be right," she throws her grin toward Elena's way, "Anyway, don't overthink too much, okay? And get some rest, you study too much. Night, honey."
And with that, once again, Elena is left alone with her thoughts.
On Sunday morning Elena goes on her running weekend routine. She has woken up long before her alarm goes off, put her hair in a high ponytail, then has grabbed her iPod and out of the house in a minute. She has finished her long showers two hours ago, and still nothing from Damon.
No texts. No calls. Not even scaring her by showing up in front of her out of nowhere.
She has to admit, she misses him.
She missed his stupid smirks. She misses his big ego. Hell, she even misses the way he smells; manly and just uniquely Damon.
She sighs, rolling around her bed with her phone attach to her hand, waiting for Damon to call her. Or just text her telling her he's okay or that he's coming over.
"Fine, if you don't wanna talk, then don't!" she throws her phone on the other side of the bed.
She huffs then goes downstairs, leaving the useless electronic object on her bed.
"Aunt Jenna!" she calls out as she walks to the kitchen.
"Hey, would you like some BLT?"
"No, thanks. Can I get Alaric's address?"
"Huh?" Jenna knits her eyebrows, "what for?"
"To knock some sense into a stubborn person," Elena grumbles.
"Excuse me?"
"Just… can I have it or not?" she asks, running out of patience
The older woman's eyebrows shoot up, seeing this side of Elena for the first time. She knows Elena is not a nosy person, "Wait a second."
She pulls out a paper and pen from a drawer, writes down some address then give it to her niece.
"Thanks, be back later." Then she goes out of the kitchen, runs upstairs to change into some jeans and t-shirt, grabs her car keys and rushes downstairs again and out the door all in five minutes.
"Hi, Ric." Elena smiles, waving her right hand happily, "Is Damon here?"
Alaric, surprised look clearly shown on his face, has eyes as big as a saucer, "Elena! Hey. Uh... Damon?"
"Yeah, he lives here, isn't he?"
"He is, but he doesn't come home since yesterday, though. I don't know where he is, I assumed he's in his friend's house or something."
"Friend?" Damon doesn't have any friends and she is certain of it.
"Yeah… I guess. Do you need anything with Damon? You can leave a message."
"Um… no, I think I'll come by later. Or call him. Uh… thanks, Ric."
She leaves Ric's small house, cruising down Mystic Falls downtown. Where could Damon be? She asks herself.
She decides to but some lunch at Rebekah's bakery when her stomach starting to rumble. She parks right in front of Rebekah's black Sedan then gets out of the car, locks the car before she goes into the bakery. She sees her friend's back, it seems like she is talking to someone behind the register.
She walks to the counter, few feet away from Rebekah and her friend, "Hey, Bex."
The blonde girl turns around, reveals who's been talking to her.
Damon.
Still in yesterday's clothes.
What the hell?!
Troubles in paradise already...
Next chapter I will probably write in Damon's perspective, how Elena dismissed him when he really wanted to know how she was doing after that Caroline debacle.
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Have a nice weekend! xo