ANSWER
Why did we have so much junk in this place?
Oh yeah, that's right, my dear brother was going for the ninety's auction look. Then again, Stefan had always been a sentimental 'in touch with his feelings' hippie.
I flipped through another one of his journals, only ending up to roughly shove it back into the bookshelf.
I never thought I'd see the day where I regretted not documenting every day of my life like he did. It sure would make this search easier.
Giving up on his room, I walked back into the spare room, where we kept the rest of our junk and began search through it.
Bookshelf - pointless!
Drawers - nothing!
More of Stefan's journals - more useless and quite pathetic drivel.
However, it was when I searched through the large mahogany wardrobe that I found a white cardboard box. Without a moment of hesitant, I rested all my hope onto it as I began to rifle through the different newspaper clippings and photographs.
Only when I neared the bottom that I found yet another thick leather-bound journal.
At first, Iwas hesitant - what if it was another journal? Oh God! I don't think I could take anymore...
After I did this I would go and find someone to eat.
I definitely deserved it.
Braving myself with I sigh, I gave in.
When I opened it, I had to concentrate on looking at each picture carefully. Which was why it didn't help t hear Stefan's thundering steps ascend the steps and then thud on the last step. "What are you doing?" he questioned and I heard his steps close in on me.
"Thinking of ways to save your girlfriend" I smirked over my shoulder, knowing that would annoy him. "What about you?" I quipped but then looked back to the photo album, flickering through the pages. As I continued further and was left with about eight more, I lost the hope that I once had.
"Just came back from El…."
I was no longer listening.
I found what I wanted.
"I knew that I saw her somewhere" I grinned victoriously, slipping out the photograph and letting the book fall to the floor as I stood up.
Stefan didn't care that I had ignored him because he knew I had good reason to. He even rushed to my side, looking over my shoulder as he tried to understand what I meant. "What?"
In reply, I handed him the photograph and gestured towards it.
"That is Sage" he replied simplemindedly.
I rolled my eyes, frustrated that I had to hold his hand and lead him to the answer. "Now, look at the girl behind her" I instructed.
He gasped and blinked, probably rechecking if the picture was authentic. "That looks a lot like Bella" he squinted, leaning in closer and then gasping. "That is Bella" he gasped.
I rolled my eyes.
"No, that was Marie" I explained slowly, mostly because I knew my patronising tone would annoy him. "She was Sage's best friend" I elaborated and now found the will to relax back on the bed, happy to have finally succeeded.
"Then, that means that Bella…"
"Is a doppelganger" I nodded eagerly.
He looked up slowly, unblinking so I could see his wide and bewildered eyes that stared at me. "What does this mean?" he mused.
"It means, dear brother" I stood up to walk over to him and because of the high of my victory, I even wound an arm over his shoulders as I smirked. "It means that we have a deal to make with a certain original"
A/N: oh oh… what devious plan is Damon thinking? Will Stefan agree to it? Yes, they already know Bella in this one – you will learn why later on.
Another dribble fan fic – be good and I might update tomorrow.