A/n- So yeah...I don't really have much to say about this chapter, I think it speaks for itself. That being said the questions is do you guys want me to post the songs that inspire that chapters as I write them because there is a playlist that goes along with the story. Let me know and I will add them to each chapter so you guys know what she's writing (well in my head at least) and what song the chapter titles are based off of. As always thank you to everyone that read, reviewed, favorited and followed- they mean the world to me and let's face it, the more reviews I see the quicker I am to update cause I'm a junkie for reviews. Okay I've ranted enough, I have school tonight but if class is boring I might actually be able to get another chapter done- if not you'll probably get one tomorrow. Until next time, happy reading.

Your Song

Chapter 4- Here's to us

That night after the show found Elena sitting on the bus next to the window, her guitar in her hands as she plucked out a rough tune to the words that she had written earlier that day. She smiled as the melody started to come together, humming softly to herself in tune with each strum of her fingers. Bending over her guitar she wrote another chord over her lyrics, completely engrossed in her work and attempting to ignore the fact that she still had no idea what was going on with Damon- she didn't even want to think about it. Figuring that she was completely alone, Elena started to sing softly to herself, following the tune that she had just plotted out.

I breathe you in again just to feel you
Underneath my skin, holding on to
The sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison

Elena jumped startled when she heard someone clearing their throat behind her. Whirling around in her seat she came face to face with Damon, his arms folded over his chest as he watched her.

"I- uh..."She stuttered out, biting down on her bottom lip and flushing red. It wasn't that she was embarrassed of performing, hell she did it for a living but nobody ever really saw the creative process or really heard her without the music behind her, heard only her voice without anything to help carry it.

"I still think its good." He murmured smirking slightly as he crossed his legs, looking down along her body. Elena chewed softly on her bottom lip before she shrugged.

"It's okay...it still needs a lot of work." Damon growled softly and moved over to sit down next to her, reaching up to push her hair behind her ear.

"You need to have more confidence in yourself." He shook his head as he stroked her cheek softly, a move the felt too intimate for the two of them, "You're an amazing artist Elena, you wouldn't be here if you weren't." Elena blanched slightly, her head cocked to the side as she pulled away from him.

"You're so damn confusing," She finally whispered slumping back against the edge of the bench. "One second you act like you hate me and then the next you compliment me...half the time I don't even know how to respond to you." Chewing hard on her bottom lip she curled her legs under her body and let out a slow breath, "What did I ever do to you to make you think that it was okay to treat me like this?" Damon actually managed to look slightly apologetic as he reached for her hand, like he needed to touch her, stroking his thumb along the back of it as he sat in silence for a moment.

"It's nothing you've done." He shrugged his shoulders and looked down at her hands, "I try not to be like that but I find most of the time that it's something that I can't help." Elena cocked her eyebrow at him, looking for the life of her like she didn't believe a word that he was saying but Damon just kept pushing on, "If you want I can just leave you be." With his last words Elena felt like her stomach dropped out and her chest started to hurt- sure he could be a bit of an ass at times but that didn't mean that she didn't want him around that she wanted to be ignored- Damon was still her idol.

"No!" She flushed red again with how forceful the one word had come out. Damon chuckled softly and nodded looking down at her hand in his.

"I can't promise anything, but I will try and not be quite so moody towards you." And even if she didn't believe those words she still nodded. Damon stayed with her for a few hours after that, listening as she worked on her music and occasionally making comments or reaching past her to make a note in her notebook and for the first time she actually felt completely comfortable with him- but wondered when the other shoe would drop.

For the first few days after his promise things were good between them. Damon helped her to keep writing, though it was hard and the writer's block was still there she progressed a little more with every passing day, even going as far as to have the basis for a new song. Each day was a new experiment, getting to know each other, starting to form a friendship that Elena knew she could count on, but just as the two of them started to get close he changed and she couldn't count on him anymore.

It didn't take long but three cities later found Elena frustrated beyond belief and ready to strangle someone. Damon had slowly been starting to avoid her since the night on the bus and she didn't know why and when he wasn't avoiding her he was picking fights with her and she was sick of it. Stretching out on her bed in yet another hotel Elena wondered about it, he had said that he would try not to be moody but she didn't think that meant that he would avoid her. Swearing in frustration she rolled off of her bed and stalked towards the door to the room, determined to find out why he had been dodging her like she had the plague. She didn't really think it through; instead she marched up to his door and knocked on it, all the while demanding that his stubborn ass open up. Just as her mind caught up to her and she realized that maybe she was doing something stupid he pulled open the door. Elena froze, mouth gaping open as she took in the site of his bare chest, the water droplets sliding down it and the fact that Damon wasn't wearing anything more than a towel.

"Yes?" He smirked as her mouth opened then closed again like a fish before she let out an undignified squeak and made to run back to her room.

"I am so sorry." She gasped out thrusting the key into the lock and pushed open the door. It wasn't until she was safely behind her own closed door that she realized just how retarded she probably came off. "So stupid..."She muttered, letting her head thunk back against the door. She sat there for a few minutes, her cheeks burning red as she thought about the fact that she had seen him half naked. Elena swore as the door rattled against her back with his knock, her face flushing a darker red as he spoke.

"Come on Elena, I know you're there..."He chuckled softly and it made her want to sink into the woodwork with mortification, "Open the door." She took a deep breath before swearing again and turning around to open the door. He smirked at her when she opened it, fully dressed this time but all Elena could think about was what he had looked like. "My eyes are up here..."He finally commented when he found that she was staring at his chest and hadn't stopped yet.

"I...uh..."She swallowed and bit down roughly on her bottom lip before looking up to meet his eyes. It was the smugness on his face though that reminded her of why she was going over there in the first place and how angry she had been at him. After all the progress that they had made between the two of them he had still ignored her. Drawing on that anger she resolved to forget about what he looked like and demand to know why he had started ignoring her again. "You've been avoiding me." She stated folding her arms across her chest. Damon shrugged, licking at his lips.

"Been busy."

"Bullshit!" She snapped shaking her head, "We live in close quarters, I know for a fact you haven't been busy, yet every time I walk into a room you find a reason to walk out and I want to know why!" Damon shrugged again instead of answering making the frustration that Elena was feeling growl all the more. "I deserve an answer Damon." He shook his head and looked past her at the balcony of her hotel room.

"Just have been." He finally muttered in yeah another version of his hot and cold mood swings. Stamping her foot Elena decided that enough was enough and she was done, she wasn't going to play his games anymore. "I just shouldn't be around you right now."

"And why exactly shouldn't you be?" She demanded folding her arms across her chest as she glared at him, "Its not like I'm sick or contagious or anything."

"I just shouldn't be." Elena rolled her eyes, starting to get really annoyed with his answers; she was just done, no more.

"You know what," She finally breathed, prepared to shut the door on him, "I'm done, you can find someone else to play whatever sick little twisted game you have going on because I can't do this anymore." Damon looked stricken the moment that those words passed from her lips and Elena couldn't help but be reminded of what Stefan has said to her not even two weeks before.

"Elena..."Damon began but Elena wasn't having any of it, she didn't want to hear it, she was tired of thinking one thing only to have the opposite thing happen- she wanted a friend, someone that she could count on and rely on and it obviously wasn't happening with Damon and that was something that she was just going to have to accept.

"Don't Elena me Damon, I am so tired of being treated like something that can be discarded, like what I am thinking and feeling doesn't matter." She unfolded her arms, reaching for the door, "I'm just tired of not feeling like I'm worth anything to yo-"

One moment Damon had been standing in the door frame, and the next he was up against her, his fingers tangled in her hair, his lips sealed over hers. Elena gasped out the second that his lips pressed into hers, but then Damon was dragging her closer, his mouth settling down harder on hers and it all didn't matter anymore.