Driving home from Georgia, Damon and I were listening to the radio, when a Taylor Swift song came on to the station we were listening to. I began to hum along and make faces to Damon, who was ridiculing me with his expression.
"What?" I demanded. "Everyone loves Taylor Swift." He scoffed.
"I wasn't contesting that. I was more thinking that I didn't see you as the type to listen to her music." He said, skeptical.
"I'm a seventeen year old girl. Of course I love Taylor Swift, her lyrics are catchy and super easy to relate to." I stopped to listen to the song for a moment. "See? Right there. She says, 'We're driving down the road, I wonder if you know, I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now.' Right there, she's obviously referring to when her vampire boyfriend's vampire brother kidnaps you and hauls you to Georgia against your will." Damon grinned at me.
"You forgot about the next part, 'But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair, absentmindedly making me want you.' Because ah-bviously," He enunciated, mocking me. "She's referring to the ridiculous attraction that she feels for her vampire boyfriend's brother, who is extremely hot, chiseled, and appealing." He said, winking at himself in the rearview mirror. I couldn't help but admit to myself that it was partially true. This made me feel guilty and soured my mood.
"Could you be any more pigheaded?" I muttered rhetorically.
"Yes, but then I wouldn't be near as pretty to look at." He said with a stupid smile. I scowled at him and picked at the leftover nail polish on my thumb nail. We drove in silence for a little while longer until Damon felt the need to break it.
"We should write songs that people like you can relate to." Damon said. "We'd make millions."
"I'm sure," I said sarcastically. "All those girls dating vampires who have supremely irritating vampire brothers bent on flirting with you and making you as uncomfortable as possible all for the sake of an old grudge you hold against your brother. I'm sure it's incredibly common, that's why we haven't been put on Montel or Dr. Phil yet."
"Yet." Damon said, smiling still. Couldn't he get that I was irritated with him? Or did he just prefer to ignore everyone else's feelings but his own? I guess that's just who Damon was, though, and I had to accept that.
We exited off the freeway towards Mystic Falls. I was relieved that there was only an fifteen to twenty minutes left in our ride, tops. Damon turned the radio up, and, obviously disliking the song, frowned and turned it of. He reached over to my side of the car and popped open the glove compartment, removing a CD. He put the CD in and turned the volume dial up.
Taylor Swift entered my ears at a deafening volume. I laughed in spite of myself. "What?" Damon demanded. "Everyone loves Taylor Swift."