Disclaimer: I own nothing.

AN: I seriously hated Katherine in the last chapter, and I'm the one that wrote her. XD The next two chapters will be Damon and Elena's thoughts over the almost break up.

This one's Damon's. Lyrics that go along with the chapter are in bold. Kinda like a song fic.

Chapter 11
Catastrophe

3 days. 72 hours. 4,320 minutes. 259,200 seconds. And every single one...sucked.

I open my eyes to the sunlight and groan. Why the hell does it have to be so damn bright?

Wake up, you're a drama queen. Carry on like your supposed to be.

"Close the curtains, Ric." I groan, shielding my eyes with my arm.

"Get. Up." He says seriously, pulling the blanket off of me.

"Hey!" I yell. The cold air causes goosebumps to appear down my body.

How long have you been in your bedroom?
It's been three days straight with your sheets and your pillows.

"Now, Damon." He sighs, sitting on the edge of the king size bed.

"I don't want to." I whine, curling up into a fetal position.

"Why don't you just go talk to her, Damon? Or call her?" He asks, patting my ankles.

"I did call her. 38 times." I tell him, whispering the last part. He looks away so I won't see his smile.

"And what did she say?" He asks, turning back with a serious expression that is clearly fake.

"She didn't answer." I groan, closing my eyes again.

I know that I shouldn't let it get to me.
But it does and who am I kidding?

"She'll come around. No girl can resist your charm, remember?" He asks, trying to lighten the mood.

"She can." I sigh.

"True." Ric says and I kick him in the back.

"Just being honest. But seriously, come downstairs and eat something. It's been three days Damon, and all you've had is water and a bowl of Lucky Charms." He says, standing up.

"Fine." I mumble, throwing my legs over the side of the bed.

"Little help here?" I ask. Ric gives me his hand and pulls me up into a standing position. I follow him down the hall and towards the stairs, thinking about all the crap Mystic Falls has put me through in so little time. Mainly Elena but still, I'm free to blame the whole town if I really want too.

A dead end job and a lack of family.
This town really gets to me.

I take a seat at the table and watch Ric prepare breakfast.

"Can I have chocolate milk?" I ask, lying my head down on the wood.

"Sure. Anything else in particular?" He asks, getting the milk out.

"Waffles?" I ask hopefully.

"Sorry man, we're out of flour. I'll run to the store this afternoon." He replies, stirring in the chocolate mix.

"How about some strawberries and mango's?" He asks, sitting the now chocolate milk in front of me and walking over to the fridge.

"Sure. Just no smoothies today." I sigh.

"Sure thing, buddy."

Wake up, you're a drama queen.
Carry on like you're supposed to be.

"I was thinking we should head back to New York tomorrow. That'll give you time to get settled in your penthouse again, and it'll give me time to prepare for the game." Ric says, sitting a plate of cut up fruit in front of me and sitting down on the other side of the table.

Get away, hurry up, come on.
Get away, gotta get up and go.

"That sounds good. Where's Kat anyways? I haven't seen her since I kicked her outta my room the other night." I ask.

"Well, after you made it pretty clear you had no interest in her she went back home. Something about Trevor and shoes." He says, shaking his head.

"Figures." I mumble, putting a piece of mango in my mouth.

"Can we leave tonight instead?" I ask, wanting to be anywhere but here.

Break out from the drama scene.
Stick around, it'll bury me.
Get away, hurry up, come on.

"Sure, but I'll need to go pack ASAP." He says, standing up and taking his apron off.

"Show up whenever. You can drive." I tell him.

"Be ready by six. Don't forget to pack anything, we won't be back for a couple months at least." He says, putting the dirty knives in the sink.

"K. See ya." I call after him as he walks to the door.

"Bye Damon."

This is becoming a catastrophe.

7:49pm.

"Here's your ticket. The flights at eight." Ric says, sitting down next to me in the middle of the airport.

"You sure about this?" Ric asks after a few minutes.

"No, but I need to do this. I need to go home and continue with my real life." I tell him.

It may be hard, but I'm trying to comprehend
Where I quit and where I should begin.

"Excited to be getting back?" I ask him, noticing his fidgety hands.

"It's all the same to me. I will admit though, Mystic Falls was really starting to grow on me." He sighs.

"That's why we have to leave, Ric." I say, squeezing his shoulder in reassurance. He sighs and hangs his head towards the blue carpet.

This town really gets to me.

"What now?" I ask, noticing his obvious dislike for something.

"You're being childish." He says, staring forward.

"Excuse me?" I ask, shocked.

"You're being childish and you're hurting Elena. You're running from your problems and you're running from her. You ran from Katherine and you'd run from me if you could. A real man would go talk to her and make things right." He says simply, turning to look me in the eyes.

An average mistake.
So commonly made.

"What the fudge?" I yell, standing up and walking away from him, towards the men's bathroom. I walk in and lean against a sink, staring in the mirror.

Is this a mistake?

I shake my head, walking back out to Ric and picking up my bags.

"Let's go."

This is becoming a catastrophe.