A/n-hey all, welcome to chapter 2! Thank you as always to everyone that read reviewed followed and favorited this story they really mean the world to me and help me to keep writing. This chapter hasnt been beta-ed yet, so any and all mistakes are mine. I will leave it short and sweet where this is concerned so you guys can just get to the chapter. Until next time happy reading.

Your song

chapter 2

The third town apparently meant a hotel room and a shower to herself. Elena groaned as she sank down onto the bed, silently promising herself that she would never take the comforts of a bed for granted again. The last few days had been confusing, Damon and his flirting going from hot to cold- the break away from him was a welcome relief, or so she kept telling herself. It didn't helps that Meredith was pressuring her for a new song every time that she turned around...yet no matter what the words wouldn't come. It wasn't like how it used to be, she used to be able to churn out songs left and right but lately the writer's block was being a bitch and no matter what, everything came out sounding like a bad Miley Cyrus song. Curling her arms around the pillow she closed her eyes, praying that she would be able to sleep, but it was too quiet, too comfortable and she found herself tossing and turning restlessly. She almost welcomed the distraction when she heard the knock on the door, almost did until they started talking.

"Gilbert...open the door." Swearing under her breath Elena rolled off of the bed and stumbled over to the door, not even bothering to undo the chain lock as she sung the door partially open.

"What?" She snapped. She was exhausted and Damon with his mood swings was the last thing that she wanted to deal with. Damon cocked an eyebrow at her and leaned against the wall next to the door, folding his arms across his chest.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" He snarked back. Elena rolled her eyes; this was absolutely the last thing that she wanted to be dealing with.

"Goodnight Damon." Reaching up she went to close the door again but Damon's hand shot out so she couldn't close it without injuring him, and annoyed as she was she couldn't hurt the guy. "Come on Damon, I'm tired, I don't want to deal with this tonight, just please let me go to sleep..."She knew that she was probably whining but she really didn't care in that moment, she wanted to sleep, she wanted the rest because the next day was going to be grueling and a night spent arguing with Damon didn't sound appealing at that moment.

"I can't sleep." Elena groaned, letting her head drop forward to rest against the side of the door as she regarded him.

"What do you want me to do about that then?" She questioned softly, wishing that she had just shut the door on him, her bed was sounding more and more appealing with each second that passed.

"Keep me company?" With the way that he was looking at her, Elena knew that she could never tell him no. Instead she pushed her door closed, unhooked the chain lock and swung the door open.

"Come on in then," She yawned, stepping to the side so that he could enter. Damon didn't hesitate before he was walking over to her bed and plopping down like he owned it. Elena rolled her eyes and crossed the room to the balcony doors, pulling them open before stepping out and walking over to sit on one of the patio chairs. Damon grumbled before he followed her out onto the patio and collapsed into the other chair. Elena leaned back, awkwardly twiddling her thumbs as she waited for him to speak, to do anything- but the silence just continued to drag on and on and finally she couldn't take it anymore. "So...did you always wanna be a musician?" Damon snorted softly before shrugging.

"Music has always been my passion, much to my father's displeasure." He chuckled softly, a smirk curling the corner of his lips as he looked out towards the city sky line, "When I decided to pursue a career in music Stefan followed in my footsteps and Giuseppe hated the both of us for it...from that moment forward we were no longer his sons, a single move against him, a betrayal as he calls it, and he disowned us." He shrugged again, shifting awkwardly on his seat like he had said more than he wanted to and knew that he couldn't take it back. Swearing he licked at his lips, instantly drawing Elena's attention, he may have been an ass but that didn't mean she wasn't attracted to him. "Anyways, tell me about you?" It was Elena's turn to cock an eyebrow at him; Damon didn't give a damn about her so why he was asking about her completely threw her off.

"What do you wanna know?" She questioned picking at a hole in the knee of her jeans feeling for the world like this was the most awkward conversation that she had ever heard. Licking his lips again he leaned back in his seat and regarded her.

"Tell me your dreams." He implored, seeming serious. Elena chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about the question, wondering if she should call his bullshit or actually answer the question. She knew that her dreams didn't actually mean anything to him but obviously he wanted to know cause he was asking-

"Probably to use against me later on," She thought bitterly. Considering what he had asked she chewed a little harder at her lip before deciding what the hell, its not like he could turn a dream against her that she already used against herself.

"I want to make something of myself," She finally breathed, reaching up to play with her braided hair, "I don't ever want to be forgotten..." Shrugging her shoulders she looked down at her hands, wringing them slightly, "I know that it's stupid but when my parents died it was like everyone forgot about them, like they didn't matter anymore and I didn't want that to ever happen to me. I couldn't let that ever happen to me...so I set out to change people's lives and if that means I do it through my music then so be it...hopefully I can touch someone's life the way that yo- er...that other musicians have touched mine...as I said it's stupid." Damon sat silently, not saying anything for a while and Elena wondered if he had fallen asleep, but when she looked up she met bright blue eyes that were boring into her.

"It's not stupid." He whispered softly, his eyes hard. Elena swallowed, the way that he was looking over at her making her feel slightly uncomfortable, but then he was reaching over and taking her hand into his and it felt like everything stood still- like no matter what everything would be okay.

Damon left not long after that, and much as she wanted to Elena was too wired to sleep, it wasn't going to be an option for her. Walking back into her dingy hotel room she looked around, her eyes instantly falling on the tattered notebook sitting on her table, the worn, sticker covered pages mocking her with the reminder that she had yet to have written anything and Meredith was going to be pissed at her. Groaning softly she stretched, the muscles in her back popping with the strain of sitting to long and living day to day on a bus. Rubbing at her tired eyes she decided that if she wasn't going to be able to sleep the least she could do is work on something- better than hours spent day-dreaming about Damon and his weird mood swings. Walking over to the table she picked up the notebook and flipped through the pages, wishing once more that writing could be as easy for her as it had once been, back when she could churn out songs like it was nothing. Humming softly to herself she decided that a hot shower would probably help relax her and maybe then she could get rid of the dreaded writers block. Stepping under the hot water, she sighed in relief as she felt her body start to relax, the tension that she had been feeling for days slowly starting to melt away. As she washed her hair she sang softly to herself, the lyrics from one Kompulsion song that she had felt always described her. She let her voice trail off as the song lead her to thoughts of Damon and thoughts of Damon made her feel confused- he had been acting so weird she wasn't really sure what to think of it. Stepping out of the shower after she had dried herself off she wrapped a towel around her body and started back into her room only to stop when she noticed a piece of paper sticking out of her notebook that hadn't been there before.

Keep your head up, everything will be alight.
-D

Elena swallowed as she stared down at the paper, wondering when the hell he had written it because she was pretty sure that it hadn't been there before she had climbed into the shower and if that was the case how had he gotten back into her room. Shrugging it off as something that she had missed she traced her fingers slowly over his loopy writing- trying to ignore the butterflies that were starting to flutter in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't help the smile that curled up the corner of her lips as she crawled into bed that night- maybe Damon was right, maybe everything could be alright.