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Elena is going to kill Jeremy.

No really. She is.

She'd been okay with the whole 'he's gay, but not really, only with the mayor's son' thing.

She was okay with the whole covering for him when he came back way too late to be acceptable thing.

She'd even let it slide when she'd seen Tyler Lockwood climbing up their tree and into Jeremy's bedroom window, multiple times AND running into him in the middle of the night when she needed to pee.

But this?

This was unacceptable.

Did Jeremy really think that his stereo can drown out the sounds of them... of them fucking? (Elena isn't one for swear words, and even in her mind the word comes out as a whisper, but really there was no other word for it.)

Now, she isn't being judgmental, she really isn't. Her and Stefan have gotten carried away before (she blushes slightly at the memory), but from the sounds of it, Tyler Lockwood is an animal.

She didn't see him shimmy through the window this time, but it became apparent that he was there when the, now familiar, low murmuring of voices could be heard, barely distinguishable through the wall. When they fell silent, Elena squeezed her eyes shut, cringing at the thought of what might have been going on. But still, she wasn't going to moan or dwell on it. She's happy that Jeremy is happy now, without the use of drugs and alcohol. Plus anything is better than Anna. She'd focused on her Physics notes, then, and soon forgot Tyler was even in the house.

Until the music started.

Well, first had come a muffled thump, and a low laugh that was definitely Tyler, and then a brief silence, before the sound of ceramic circling a wood surface sounded. Another laugh, and Elena assumed the lamp has been caught seeing as there wasn't the melody of shattering glass. Then came the music.

It wasn't anything that Elena had never heard before. Loud. Abrasive. Not her style, in essence.

She'd time to ponder why Jeremy would even put the music on. The key to hooking up in your room, when your boyfriend doesn't have crazy ridiculous hearing and faster than a speeding bullet reflexes, is to be able to know when a threat was approaching.

Her pondering came to an abrupt end when the moans started floating through the walls. At first she thought it was part of the music (and she was no prude, but really? Blasting a song with moaning in it is just asking for Jenna to pound on the door). But as the minutes passed the moans became heavier and wasn't following any beat. It was when she tilted her head, ears perked up like a dog's, and eyes narrowed, that a sharp shout made her jump.

By the time she'd steadied herself on the bed the pieces had fallen into place. And she was annoyed.

Seriously, this was pushing it a little too far. She wasn't going to storm in there (God no), but she was going to pull out the soap box later on.

Ten minutes had passed with no extra 'instruments' before they started up again. But this time, if possible, they were louder. Was it both of them being so vocal? She shuddered at the mental picture that brought up (her little brother in any sexual situation wasn't something Elena wanted to picture, imagine, question), but could one guy... sigh and moan so much? Elena idly thought that it was easier to distinguish the 'trouble-maker' through the walls if it was a guy and girl on the other side.

When the sighing turned into more of those sharp shouts, and what sounded like, and was most likely the bed thumping against the wall, Elena had to put her foot down.

She throws her notes and textbook aside, and strides to her bedroom door. Yanking it open, she steps into the hall, only to see Jenna making her way down the hallway, also, to what appears to be Jeremy's room. She's wearing a determined expression.

Elena's eyes widen. She doesn't want to hear Tyler and Jeremy do whatever they are certainly doing to each other, but she definitely doesn't want them to get caught at it. She rushes forward. "Hey, Jenna." She tries to come off nonchalant, but she sounds breathless and therefore not entirely convincing.

Luckily, Jenna doesn't really take notice. She's too busy eyeing Jeremy's door. Deciding to take the initiative (plus it would look suspicious if she just jumps between Jenna and the door, arms spread) Elena says, "Yeah, I know. I have no idea why he's playing it so loudly. I've been trying to ignore it, but..."

"I know." Jenna's brow is furrowed slightly at the wood. "I don't mind if he plays it a little loud, but this is ridiculous. I'm trying to get some work done." She looks at Elena now. "And you look awful. You're so pale. Do you have a headache? Your wall is right up against his."

"Yeah, yeah, I can hear... everything." Elena swallows hard, and tries not to look as disturbed as she feels.

Jenna shakes her head and makes a move towards the door, and Elena rushes to say, "it's okay though. I mean it's not, but I was gonna talk to him about it. You don't have to."

Jenna eyes the door some more. "Yeah, I know but, I need to enforce something. He's been listening to me a lot more lately. I want to keep the momentum going."

Elena can't help but think that Jenna is cute. Jeremy is only listening to her now because he wants to. He could easily ignore her and do what he pleases. Mainly because neither Jenna or Elena can physically stop him; he's built like their father was – tall, sturdy, broad shoulders, and strong neck. Plus even though he knows Jenna and Elena are okay with the whole Tyler thing, he's still cautious and is careful not to make waves so soon. But still, it's cute that Jenna wants to enforce rules. She honestly isn't the authoritative type.

Jenna moves to knock on the door and Elena almost jumps forward. Jenna looks at her oddly, but Elena speaks before she can ask what's wrong. She doesn't like lying, and it's not lying really, but she still feels bad about it.

"Thing is," she lowers her voice, even though there is no way in hell Jeremy (or Tyler) can hear what is going on on this side of the door, "I think I should talk to him. I know it seems like a little thing, asking him to turn down the music, but you know Jere. He's... sensitive. I mean, I'm pretty sure he knows we're okay about the Tyler thing, but he might see it as you picking at every little thing he's been doing lately."

Jenna opens her mouth to protest, but again Elena speaks before she can. "I know that's not the way it is. And I can't be sure that that's the way he'll see it, but... better safe than sorry?" She tries to give one of those convincing smiles she's seen Damon shooting around, but on her face it feels like a simper. She cringes inwardly.

Jenna doesn't look totally convinced, so Elena pushes a little more. "If I do it, I'm just being 'annoying Elena.' I'm always nagging him." Her aunt's eyes slide to the door again, and for a moment Elena thinks she's going to knock anyway, but then she nods and sighs.

"Alright. I get what you're saying. But, I mean," she looks sort of worried, "I don't want Jeremy to think that about Tyler. That I don't like him. Or them together. I always make sure to be ridiculously nice to the guy. When he comes over, I smile so much I think my face is going to split open. I don't know how his mother does it..."

Elena laughs a little, and Jenna gives her a small smile, and rubs her arm before turning around and heading back for her bedroom. Elena waits until the door is closed before she lets out the breath she didn't realize she was holding.

Her heart is still beating quickly as she faces the door. She raises her fist and pounds three times on the door. She waits and there is less noise under the music. She pounds three more times, and there is a scuffling and the music is turned down. "Jeremy," she says in a sing song voice. The voice. The voice that always meant impending doom for each other as children. The best example of what this tone represents is when Elena was eight years old and broke her mother's favorite vase by accident. She'd begged Jeremy not to tell, and he agreed, but only in exchange for Elena's promise to take over his share of the chores for two weeks. Whenever she'd been about to complain about the workload, he'd sing song her name, reminding her of the deal.

She knows that he recognizes the tone of voice, because she distinctly hears a murmured "shit" before he clears his throat and calls out "Yeah, Elena?"

She smiles somewhat evilly on the other side of the door, and is slightly disturbed to realize that it is another expression she's picked up from Damon. "Me and Jenna," she puts slight emphasis on their aunt's name, subtle enough for only her and Jeremy to pick up on, "are trying to work out here. Could you keep the noise down?"

There are three more beats of silence before he calls out, voice resigned, "Yeah, yeah, sorry."

"No problem, Jere," she says sweetly. She waits a few more seconds, but it's obvious neither Jeremy or Tyler are going to move a muscle until they hear her door close. The thought is tempting enough for her to stand out here all night, or just go back into her room and keep the door open.

But she isn't Damon, and she goes back into her room, closing the door a little harder than needed. When she sits on her bed she can hear movement, and what sounds like a laugh. The music turns back up a little, but nothing too offensive. She reaches over to pull her notes back into her lap, and spies her phone on the bed spread.

Grinning she picks it up, and starts a new message.

To: Jere

You owe me. ^.^

Less than a minute later her phone beeps.

From: Jere

I know =/