She glanced at ther clock hung on the dusty wall, both seeing the time, and trying not to look in those eyes. Those blue eyes she had looked into so many times, sometimes to know if he was being truthful, sometimes to just look at them. Those breathtaking eyes she…well….as much as it was hard to admit, the eyes she fell in love with. That's not the only part of him she fell in love with. She fell for those stupid, sexist, and sexy comments, the way he tried to seduce her, the way he knew everything about anything and still didn't know how to behave. She fell for all the times he smiled, all the times he smirked, all the times he frowned, spoke, breathed, lived…. She fell for everything that is Damon Salvatore. Yet, she didn't know about Stefan. She never thought about why she was still with him. One day she'll get the chance, but right now she is just trying to get through the night, hoping Stefan will stop hinting about Katherine and think she doesn't notice, and for him to stop ranting on and on about the old days. She wanted to hear about recent things, the news, sports…or maybe to give the reigns over to Damon. Then the conversation would be even remotely interesting. At last, it was time to go.
Stefan yawned saying "Well, I guess it's time to take you home. I hope you had a pleasant time." Another yawn. "Yeah," I began. "I had a nice time. But, you know Stefan, you seem kind of tired. Are you sure you can take me home?" I said, putting on my coat. "You're talking to a brick wall Elena." I looked up to see Stefan sleeping and Damon smirking. "I guess you'll have to." "I guess I will." We made our way to the Mustang and we both slid casually into the front blasted the radio and sped off towards my house. When we finally arrived, not having spoken a single word the whole way, I finally turned to him and said "Thanks. I had a-" "Boring time. I know, St. Stefan and his stories. Mine are far more interesting, if you'd like to know. Maybe you'll hear one some time…waking up to a piping hot cup of coffee at my house, if you know what I mean." "Damon! Well, at least you weren't a little more vague." "Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet honey." "That's what I was afraid of." I walked into my house and as soon as the I touched the door a couple inches away, he was speeding off toward his house. Feelings rushed through me like waterfall, except it came from all around, consuming my body, consuming my heart. Love, guilt, passion, redemption, worry, curiosity and wonder. Jenna came in, her heels clunking against the wooden floor. "How was the date?" "Boring. Stories. Again." "I'm sorry honey. Did you eat?" "Yeah, ate when I got there. I'm just going to go upstairs and go to bed. Goodnight." "Goodnight. Oh, and check on Jer for me. I haven't heard from him since dinner, and he usually tries to sneak out with Anna by now." "Got it Aunt Jenna." I ran upstairs, happy to finally get away from people in general. I opened Jer's room to see him sleeping. I called down to Aunt Jenna with Jeremy's status, and then went into my room, finally getting a chance to be alone. I laid down, and found something to think about. Stefan. Why was I still with him? Was it because I didn't want to hurt him? No, even if I wasn't Katherine, I was still willing to let Stefan down, easy of course. Was it because I didn't like his stories? No, obviously not. I used to love his stories. Now they're just little rants that he tells to me. I used to hate Damon's stories. But now they're the only thing that I love just as much as Damon. Why did I stay with Stefan? I looked at the clock and noticed it was getting late. I sank into the sheets and went into a deep slumber.