A/n- Awe, I love you guys and love that this story is so well loved, I never would have expected the response that I've gotten from it when I started this story a few weeks ago, it seriously makes my day! As always thank you everyone that's read, reviewed, favorited and followed- all of those little things mean the world to me and my whore of a muse. So there will be 2-3 chapters left before this story is over but I already have the next one planned out I think- which is a good thing I promise. All I have to ask if A or B and no I'm not saying what each option stands for because I want it to be a surprise. The songs for this chapter are:

Gone Forever- Three Days Grace

And

Acid Rain- Avenged Sevenfold.

I'm hoping to get another chapter up today but on the off chance that I don't there will be one tomorrow. Until next time happy reading.

Your Song

Chapter 10

"What the hell Damon," Caroline screeched the second that he got off of the stage, her hands thrusting against his chest. Damon tried to keep from laughing, he really did but the second that she started hitting his chest with her pathetic little slaps he couldn't help it. Reaching down he took Caroline's hands in his to stop the attack before shaking his head. "You absolutely humiliated me!"

"It's nothing more then what you deserve." He quipped back, wondering how long she would go on playing the victim- knowing Caroline it could be quite some time. "You cheated on me. You fucked my brother and my drummer and yet you're the one that's humiliated?" He cocked an eyebrow and shook his head as he released her hands stepping back, "Think of it this way love, we are going in separate directions and you're now very, very free to go after Stefan to your hearts content because me, I'm done with you." Shrugging his shoulders he stepped past her, just in time to hear her cry of outrage and feel something strike his back. Pausing he turned around and looked down to see Caroline's shoe sitting on the floor behind him where it had landed after it hit him. He cocked an eyebrow at her, snorted softly and turned around to keep going- he had a certain fiery brunette to find. When he got back to the bus the inside was dark. Swearing softly he climbed up the stairs and walked towards where the bunks were only to find that the privacy curtain to Elena's bunk had been drawn. Kneeling down he knocked softly on the panel next to the top of the bunk, hoping to hell that she was still awake because he needed to talk to her, about the letter, about the song he wrote for her, about all of it, he needed to tell her that Caroline was no longer in the picture, but she wasn't answering and he wasn't sure that he would be able to catch her before she left for the break. Swearing under his breath, he leaned his head against the panel and took a deep breath before knocking one more time. "Elena, please." He knew that he probably sounded desperate and he really didn't care, at that moment he slightly felt like he was. Taking a deep breath he let his eyes close as he leaned against the side of the bunk, praying against anything that she would open it.

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Elena bit her lip and clenched her fists to keep from yanking back the curtain the second that he had said her name. She felt confused and the thought of being around him when she was already feeling so bad wasn't helping at all. Curling her legs up close to her chest she squeezed her eyes shut, determined to ignore him, but then he said her name and she felt like she was the worst person in the world for ignoring him. Taking a deep breath she squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could manage, all the while hating herself for it. She couldn't give in to him, not this time. Finally after what felt like forever it grew quiet and Elena figured that she was finally in the clear. Reaching for the slippers at the bottom of the bed she pulled them on and slipped her cell phone into her PJ pocket, intent on making a quick trip to the bathroom to calm herself down before she'd go up front and call Meredith about getting her out of there earlier, but when she opened the curtain, there curled up next to her rack was Damon, his head resting against the ladder that lead up to the upper bunks, his eyes closed as he slept somewhat peacefully. Elena let out a slow breath, reaching forward to trace her hands slowly over the skin of his jaw- he looked so peaceful in his sleep, nothing like the man that had been walking around lately with the haggard almost desperate appearance. Chewing slowly on her bottom lip she leaned down to shake at his shoulder, not really wanting to wake him but knowing that he would be in for a world of pain in the morning if she didn't.

"Damon?" She called softly, shaking at his shoulder a little bit, "Come on, you need to wake up or you're going to be sore." He mumbled softly under his breath as he shifted slightly, his body sliding down a little more as he moved in his sleep. Elena winced slightly before she smacked her shoulder, hard. Damon swore as he jolted awake, smacking Elena in the head with his head. Elena swore herself as she was knocked backwards onto her ass, her hand going up to her forehead as she clutched it in pain. "Ow...Christ." Laughing softly she looked up at Damon who cocked his head sleepily to the side, looking at her like she was insane. "You fell asleep outside my bed." Damon flushed a dark red, something completely out of character for him before he shrugged.

"You fell asleep and I needed to talk to you..."He licked his lips as he looked down at the floor refusing to look her in the face, "I wanted to make sure that I didn't miss you in the morning." Elena chewed a little harder on her bottom lip before casting her eyes towards her bunk, her mind going over everything that she had been repeating to herself since the whole fiasco with Caroline had started. Did she really want to break her own rules and listen to him or did she want to send him on his way like she had been telling herself that she needed to for as long as she could remember. Swearing softly she took his arm and hauled him to his feet before pushing him back to sit on her bed.

"Go to sleep Damon." She commanded before turning towards the bathroom. Damon reached out to take her arm, halting her in her steps.

"Don't go." He demanded softly, his thumb stroking over the smooth skin of her bicep. Elena shook her head before laughing softly.

"I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." And then she was gently pulling out of his grasp and walking into the bathroom down the narrow hallway, her phone still tucked safely in her PJ pocket. It wasn't until she closed the door behind her and locked it that she dared to pull the device out and dial Meredith. She answered on the first ring, sounding like she had just been woken from a deep sleep, a reminder to Elena that while it might not be super super later where she was it was still not yet waking hours where Meredith was.
"What gilbert?" She questioned sounding slightly annoyed. Elena sucked in a quick breath before she blurted it all out.

"I'm not staying for the press interview; the rest of the band can handle it. I want out on the first available flight." Meredith sighed and clicked her tongue.

"There's no talking you out of this is there?" She questioned like she already knew the answer, and if she had been keeping up with constant emails that Elena was sending her about the tour and everything that had been happening then she knew that Elena was serious, "Fine, I'll book the flight now and text you the itinerary." Elena thanked her before she hung up, chewing on her bottom lip again, a sure fire sign that she was anxious. Pulling open the door to the bathroom she started back to the bunk where Damon was already sound asleep, his arms curled around her pillow like it was a lifeline. Smiling bitterly Elena picked up the notebook next to him, the one that she always kept under her pillow before walking to the front of the bus and taking a seat next to the window. Letting out a slow breath she opened to a blank page and stated to write.

Damon,
I know that you're probably going to be really angry with me when you realize that I've left before we can really talk but I need to do this. I want to say I understand why everything with Caroline happened but I don't, not really. I get that you have different obligations, different customs and different responsibilities then we do here but that's not an excuse for not telling me that you were engaged before I fell for you- I'm only glad that there were no lines crossed that couldn't be taken back-

She paused mid-sentence to take another deep breath as her eyes filled with tears and her chest felt like it was constricting. Shaking her head and pushed the pen back to the page.

I want to say that things will be easy, a happily ever after now that Caroline isn't in the picture anymore but I can't, I don't trust you not to hurt me again Damon. I loved the song, that you took the time to let me know everything and that you wrote me something to explain how you feel but at this point it's not enough. I need time to think; time to collect myself and to figure everything out again before I can even think about everything that happened between the two of us. I hope that you understand and if you don't there isn't much that I can do to change that. Good luck Damon, and have a good break.
Elena.

Wiping at the tear marks on the page off and slightly smearing the ink slightly, she folded the paper up and walked it back to place on the pillow next to him just as the phone in her pocket vibrated. Pulling it out she looked down at the text before sighing in relief.

6:45 AM SLC International
Elena J. Gilbert
Non-stop
Terminal 218 B

Glancing at the clock on the phone she assessed that she had about two hours to get a cab and get to the airport before her flight started boarding. Grabbing her purse from the hook next to her bunk she slipped it onto her shoulder and walked back to the front of the bus, all the while calling a cab to come grab her- he might not forgive her for leaving before they could talk but for the sake of her sanity she had too or she was going to lose it. A quick text to Jeremy let him know where she had gone and then she was walking off of the bus, able to breath easily for the first time since the tour has started.