Well it sure has been a while since I've been here, sorry for not updating / uploading for months. I hope you like this and please review so I know whether or not to carry on.

Welcome to Mystic Falls, Virginia

The sign loomed out of the darkness, catching the reflection of the headlights in the dark; a flash of white and it was gone again.

"Mystic Falls?"

After such a long silence the sound of my voice seemed to ring out like it was spoken through a bullhorn. The man in the driving seat tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, looking through the mirror at me, "Virginia."

Rolling my eyes, I looked back out the window with a heavy sigh, my eyes drooping and the start of a headache forming at the back of my skull, "Any reason?" I'd never heard of the place before…by the looks of it there was a reason for that.

"Mrs Gilbert's younger sister lives nearby. I was told to bring you here." And of course all he does is follow specific instructions set by Mr and Mrs Gilbert as if they were gods. They were gods. Whatever they wanted, they would get it. The puppeteers to our world; they orchestrated each and every day. Why else would I be here now?

"Aunt Jenna lives in Fells Church." Wherever that was

"You're not staying with Ms Sommers." I'd never met this man before five hours ago and he knows more about my life than I do. "Mr Gilbert has found you some suitable accommodation in the town. He assured me that it would do for a few days before you find some place more comfortable." I braced myself for a squat house.

Pulling the old jumper a little closer around me in an attempt to protect myself from the freezing air conditioning he'd insisted on keeping on, I leant back into the seat, the silence taking hold once more. Countless identical houses flitted past the tinted windows of the shiny black town car; so far from its home in the city. It was the typical small town; with big gardens and white picket fences; toys scattered around the front yard and perfectly painted white panelling coating the house; the wrap-around porch with the swing-bench. It didn't take long to reach the square; a police station, the Mystic Bar & Grill, a grocers, a bakery, a salon…a few clothes stores and the like…it wasn't exactly Time Square. But despite its apparent desertion, even in the moonlight the place held a strange sort of town. Then again, who knew what it would be like in the light of day.

Harrison, my obedient driver, eventually pulled into the parking lot of what could only be described as a typical motel. A two story L-shaped building; flaking blue doors and darkened windows...what could I say? My parents; wealthy in the extremes and this is the 'suitable establishment' they chose for their only daughter. I sound like a spoilt brat, and I'm sure it'd be perfectly fine, it's just so…them.

He got out of the car and retrieved my suitcase from the boot as I got out, stretching my arms up and arching my back. All that time in the car I was craving some form of exercise. "I assume Mr Gilbert has given you the funds to pay for your stay."

No, not especially, "Yes, don't worry about it; I've got it from here." I said, pulling up the handle to the suitcase and slinging the black gym bag over my shoulder, wincing a little at the twisting motion, "Thanks for the drive."

He almost smiled. It didn't reach his eyes anyway, "My pleasure," Well you did get paid a considerable amount to do it, "I'll contact Mr Gilbert to inform him of your safe arrival." I was never given any need to contact the people who were considered my parents; I was instructed to only contact them when I needed to. "Goodbye Ms Gilbert."

"Mr Taylor." He was already back in the car. I let out a weary sigh as he disappeared out of the lot, taking my things and making for the office. Ten minutes later I found myself sat at the end of the creaky bed in the obscenely priced room, a broken spring digging painfully into my leg. I felt like a character in some horror film as I sat there in the darkened room; only the artificial street light filtering through the thin curtains to illuminate the place. The broken light bulb hanging from a wire in the middle of the room didn't look too promising.

"Thanks mum and dad…you really pushed the boat out this time."

The ticking clock hanging lopsided on the wall read quarter past midnight as my phone beeped twice, signalling a text. Picking it up, I frowned at the message: Hope you had a safe journey, your father wants you to call in the morning; he'll be in the office at eight. Andie x Then he'll have his usual meeting at 8:30 so I estimated I'd have about ten minutes…though that may be pushing it. Andie Starr was my father's secretary, personal assistant, slave…whatever you wanted to call it; either way, she got paid a lot. When she first got the job I had a sneaky suspicion that they were having an affair but then I got to know her and the suspicions went away as our sort-of-friendship grew. Not to mention the fact that she and Trevor were soon to be engaged.

I replied quickly, assuring that I'd call at my allotted time (sans the bitterness) before changing into a pair of pyjamas, brushing my teeth and crawling into the uncomfortable, dusty bed. Just for a night…tomorrow I'd find somewhere that didn't feel like the set up for some psycho murderer to capture their next victim. I spent at least ten minutes staring at the lock on the door as if Anton Chigurh was about to shoot it through. Stupid Elena…just relax and sleep.


"I had Andie send you an itinerary and a list of all the things that you need to get done. Have you received it?"

Sitting up on the bed, I looked over at the open screen of my MacBook pro, their way of making it up to me when they forgot my 17th birthday. They also forgot my 14th…and 15th…16th too, for that matter. There was always an overly expensive gift to make up for their shoddy parenting, "Yep, I have it." I muttered, double clicking on the attachment of the email. Bloody hell…when did I become one of his employees?

"You enrol at Mystic Falls High School today, Principal Lockwood is expecting you. I should remind you that the Lockwood's are good friends to your mother and I so should anything occur we will hear of it almost immediately."

"Dad I'm not going to cause trouble-"

"-I'm just mentioning, Miranda and I will not be pleased if we were to hear through our old friends that you haven't been behaving as you should." And what's that? Like a nun? I was an honour student at my old school; I didn't get sent away for my behaviour. Apparently I needed the 'fresh country air'. "You're aware of how powerful the Gilbert name is and how much prestige it holds." Don't I just, it's all I ever hear about. I've considered changing my surname to Sommers instead; that's my mother's surname…it might take the pressure off a little bit, "The Gilberts were a founding family in Mystic Falls, and therefore it's that much more important that you make a good impression." Blah, blah, blah I'd heard it all before; you're an ambassador to the name. "That leads me on to the next part of the list. Elena as a returning founding family member you will be required to attend certain events…these are compulsory."

My gaze travelled down the list, wincing a little at the various events noted down. "All of them?"

"Every one." Kill me. The 'Founding Ladies Tea Party' really stood out as a rager, "Now you have enough money to find yourself somewhere comfortable to live; if you need more you can contact my accountant; Ms Starr will give you his details. Is there anything else you need?"

Closing my eyes, I looked over to where my bags were left open on the side table; the two inch thick folder catching my eye. Of course he wouldn't remember such an unimportant detail, "What about a doctor?" It's not like I was ill at all…

He was quiet for a moment but when he spoke again it was just the same as before; like he was speaking to a colleague. "There are a number of qualified doctors in the area. Again I'll have Ms Starr send you the details and you can take it from there. If that's it, I have a meeting I need to attend. Goodbye."

"Bye-"The dial tone sounded before I even finished that word, "Dad." Letting out a groan, I fell back on the bed, feeling completely…dejected…I don't even know. Frustrated; I think that was it. I got it that they didn't want children, I got that, but they could at least put in a little effort from time to time! Just something as simple as finding me somewhere to live or finding me a doctor; telling me where I'm going or someone nearby who I could trust and count on if I was to get into trouble. Nothing…they didn't give me anything. Hell, they didn't even say goodbye when I left the city.

There wasn't exactly anything I could do about it anyway. Instead I got up, had a shower and looked into the suitcase that I'd be living out of for however long I was here. The calendar Andie had sent me didn't seem to have an end. To be honest it was almost funny. The minute they get me out of the city they're trying to keep me away for as long as possible. Out of sight, out of mind, I suppose. However many miles away; I was no longer their concern.

Feeling the cold outside without even opening the door or looking out of the window, I opted for some black skinny jeans, a loose black racerback top and some heeled black Chelsea boots. Pulling on my leather jacket, I tied my hair up into a messy top-knot before applying some simple makeup. Finishing off with a woolly black scarf and some fingerless black gloves before tucking everything valuable inside one of the suitcases and locking it…just in case. Without a car I guess I had a walk ahead of me, locking up the room and slipping the key into my handbag, I made my way down to the parking lot.

With the biting cold wind, I made my decision quickly and called for a taxi. Call me lazy, but I wasn't risking getting myself even more ill before I even had a doctor. My doctor in New York had advised bed rest but that was hardly an option with this new schedule.

Class had already begun when I arrived at the school, too busy taking in the town to take note of where we were going. It looked just like every other school I'd seen out of the city but it was a world away from my previous one which was, in all essence, Constance…our lives were like that of Serena and Blair. And that was all fun on the surface at least.

Paying the driver, I made my way into the school; finding the reception and speaking to the woman behind the desk. Not five minutes later I was being called into the Principals office like some unruly student. To be quite honest she wasn't what I expected…Carol Lockwood…intimidating, yes. She had a neat brown bob and piercing, judging even, blue eyes that made me feel strangely uncomfortable and unsure of myself. Usually I was fairly confident; I'd be brought up to be confident and independent…in fact I'd been brought up as an adult, so this was odd for me. Even her smile seemed fake somehow, "Ms Gilbert, pleasure to meet you." She said with a smile, standing to shake my hand.

"Principal Lockwood," I greeted, sitting down as she motioned towards the seat.

"Call me Carol! I insist," She said, waving off the formalities. Somehow I couldn't imagine she'd do that with anyone else, clearly the woman knew who my parents were. "Your father emailed me regarding your enrolment." In other words Andie emailed; she probably just wanted to seem that much more important. I don't even think my dad knew his way around Microsoft Outlook; he didn't even send emails himself to my mother, "And your reference from St. Mary's was superb so there should be no problem, although I do have a few queries about your attendance…"

Like she didn't know; it'd say it all in my file, "I was sick recently but I kept up to speed and my grades haven't suffered."

She nodded slowly, a curious glint in her eyes but she didn't push it, rather smiling, "Well it won't be an issue." She said quickly before reaching to press the button to the intercom, I assume to talk to her assistant at the desk outside, "Ann, send Caroline in will you?" Not a second later the door of the office opened and in walked a tall blonde with the biggest grin on her face; it seemed infectious. She was pretty; with big blue eyes and perfectly neat blonde hair, dressed in a blue and white cheerleading uniform with the letters MFHS emblazoned across the front. "Elena this is Caroline Forbes, our Student Body President; she'll be showing you the ropes." With a small smile, I nodded and stood up as she did, making her way to the door as if to signal the end of this meeting. Caroline stood there happily, probably waiting for the principal to leave before she could talk properly. "If you need anything, you know where I am."

It was a few minutes before we escaped the tense confines of the office, me with a new class schedule…and friend, it seemed. The blonde literally bounced when she walked, talking a mile a minute, "So I'm Caroline, as she said. Student Body President, Head Cheerleader, some people say I'm the queen of the school but I think that sounds a little ridiculous but whatever clique you want, I can give you an in. Though I'm sure you'll stick with me because I think we're going to be great friends. Is that your natural hair colour? It's really cool…"

Laughing at her words, I nodded, catching an escaped strand and tucking it behind my ear, "Yep, natural if I remember right, thanks." Though the bottom was lighter…it was like a natural dip-dye; it went lighter in the summer. I used to have long hair, but a few months ago I got fed up and cut it so now it hung down to just below my chest, though usually I tied it up. "I'm not really the cheerleader type…"

"Anyone can be a cheerleader! You could definitely pull off the uniform if that's what you're worried about-"

"-No, no I used to be one…but I don't anymore."

"Oh is it like in 'Bring It On'? Because all that 'cheer whore' business is just bullshit."

I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head at the idea, "No, god I used to love those films." She squealed a 'me too', "I just kind of went off it I guess…"

"That's fine, don't worry. If you want to start again there will definitely be a place for you. And it's not like you have to be a cheerleader to hang with us. I mean, a few of the guys are on the football team, then the baseball team too, and most of the girls are cheerleaders but it's fine if you're not. It's not exclusive or anything. Seriously, everyone's really cool and they are all going to love you. The guys especially." My eyes widened a little, amusement on both our faces as she rolled her eyes, "Oh come on, you're hot. Just stay away from Klaus; he's mine."

"I'm really not, but thanks again. And I'm not the type of girl to go after other girls boyfriends if that's what you're suggesting." I said with a teasing tone, knowing she wasn't.

"Not at all! But there are some girls…"

Laughing quietly at the unspoken comments, I nodded in agreement, "Don't like them when they're single but the second they're taken…"

"Exactly! Urgh, no respect for girl code! If you can't follow that you will have no friends…"

We turned onto another corridor lined with lockers, just the same as the last, "Well girls at least, the guys will love you."

She laughed, coming to a halt, "Very true. Hey, this is your locker; mines right next to it so if you lose it just find me." I would probably lose it by the end of the day. We carried on the walk, "What was your old school like?"

Letting out a sigh, I shrugged, "You ever watched Gossip Girl?"

She stopped mid-step and I looked over at her, only to find her staring at me with her mouth slightly agape, "No way…"

With a meek smile, I shrugged one shoulder, "Kinda,"

"That is so cool. So where about was it? New York? Washington?"

"New York, Manhattan. I left yesterday afternoon."

"Wow…I've always wanted to go there." she said in an almost dreamy tone.

"Well you should! It's a great place." I was a city-kid; there were no two-ways about it. But that said, I did like to get out of there from time to time. Like this…any of my friends would balk at the idea of moving to'small-town America' but to be honest I was quite intrigued by the idea. See I figured I'd only be here for a few weeks, maybe months. However long my parents could drag it out for.

Another corridor, another floor, more lockers, "I'm working on it. Have you got family here then? Aren't Gilbert's a founding family…?"

"Yeah, we are. My aunt lives in Fells Church, wherever that is. I'm staying at some…motel thing, about ten minutes away."

She paused again, looking over at me with a slight frown on her face, a glimmer of amazed shock in her eyes, "The motel? That place is…"

"Grim?"

"Yeah!" She said with laughter in her tone, "Why're you staying there?!"

I shrugged, not sure how to answer, "It's just for a few days until I find somewhere else. I'll check out the estate agents this afternoon."

It seemed she was a little in awe about my approach to moving into town. She probably thought my parents were some really cool people who let me do what I want. Well they did…but more out of neglect than anything else, "That's so cool; if you need any help I'm here. And when you find a place I'll help with the decorating! I love decorating."

By the time lunch came around I guess I'd managed to find myself a friend in Caroline Forbes, the 'Queen' of Mystic Falls High School and the town itself. She'd failed to mention being crowned Miss Mystic on her list of achievements. Should I stick around long enough, I could see us becoming close…but that all depended on the parental team…if they existed at all.

At lunch she insisted I sit with her and her friends and I was hardly in a position to refuse such an offer, so before I knew it I was being introduced to…well, too many people to remember. My memory wasn't what it was to say the least. According to Caroline not everyone was there though; some people having decided that they just weren't up for school today and decided to take a rain check. Either way, there were so many people crammed around the table I couldn't imagine any more fitting in.

Sat between Caroline and a girl named Bonnie, I was inundated with questions about New York and what it was like and my old school and why I moved here and… everything. I tried to give as little information as well as possible, personal information at least. I knew what people were like; if I told them one thing by the end of the day the whole school would have heard about it. But that said, there were a few that seemed genuinely nice. Like Caroline and Bonnie, Matt, Tyler and Stefan…a world away from my old friends but I could see myself getting on with them pretty well. I'd been popular back in my old school, but what would you expect from the daughter of a senator who had more than a few A-listers stored in their contacts? Rose and Lexi…they were 'my girls'. Genuine, caring, nice…didn't give a crap about the money and the popularity; they were just my friends, my family even.

By the time the bell rang to signal the end of the day I'd managed to score myself a ride; Caroline having insisted I needed her help for my flat-hunt. So that was how I found myself sat in the passenger seat of her bright red Mini Cooper speeding into town. Parking in a quiet side road, we walked slowly along the high street, talking amicably as we checked out the properties in each estate agent we passed, of which there were a surprising many, "So what, you can just get whatever you want?" She asked as I pointed out one place; a one bedroom apartment with everything very basic.

Nodding as my focus travelled to the next, I shrugged a little, "Basically, but nothing too expensive." I had complete control over how I spent my money…not that it was really my money. But as soon as they gave me premature access to my trust fund it had been made clear that they no longer had any responsibility over it or how I used it. I was an adult; I had to live as one. Even in New York I had to find my own place.

"That's awesome; I wish my mum let me do that."

I laughed quietly as I shook my head, "No you don't. You got parents, I got a trust fund. I'd switch any day." Wincing as the words left my mouth; I knew I'd said too much. Trying to ignore the look she gave me in the silence, I shook my head quickly, "I didn't mean that." But I did. "Don't repeat it."

"I won't," she said quickly, curiosity in her eyes but for some reason I knew I could trust her. Usually I read people pretty well… "Hey what about that place?"

Following her gaze to the advert in the top left corner, my interest was caught immediately, "That looks perfect."

It shouldn't be so simple to get a place to live…as in to buy a place just like that. Since there was nobody living there at the moment I could move in pretty much whenever I wanted so after this Friday, Caroline would be helping me do just that. Because it would be so tough dragging my two bags across town. Either way, the company would be appreciated.

She insisted we go to the Grill afterwards though, craving an iced coffee or something of the sort. According to her it was the typical 'hang out' of the town; everyone went there after school or in the evenings. For a small town it didn't have a massive amount to offer but this place was actually pretty cool. "Hey Klaus's here!" I barely heard her to be honest, distracted by the bartender asking what I wanted. By the time I turned around she was wrapped around some tall guy with curly dark-blonde hair who I took to be her boyfriend. Smiling a little at their obviously happy relationship, I looked around the busy bar, taking a sip of my cranberry juice as I did so. Around the place I spotted a few familiar faces from my first day of school but no-one that I'd talked to.

"Who's your friend?"

Blinking out of my trance, I looked over to where the blonde guy was looking at me. Nice catch Caroline, "Oh! Klaus this is my new best friend Elena, Elena this is my boyfriend Klaus."

Both laughing at her antics, I shrugged a little, smiling, "Best friend huh? Hey,"

"Yes best friend, I can feel it."

"Never doubt this one, she has a sixth sense." Klaus said with a teasing look in his eyes and I could help but laugh as she gently whacked his arm.

"Where's your best friend then?" she said like she was mad and he rolled his eyes, nodding in the direction he came and before I could say anything I was being dragged along behind them. "Damon, mate, look who I found." He called as we approached the pool table where a guy stood with his back to us. Eyeing the head of dark raven hair with silent interest, I swear to god my breath caught in my throat when he turned. No…not that's not fair.

Those incredible blue eyes didn't see me immediately, rather landing on my 'best friend', "If it's not my favourite blonde."

I almost laughed at the obvious sarcasm, "Damon, it seems you're missing a limb. Where's this week's flavour?"

He shrugged, amusement in his eyes as he leant back against the table, his gaze flickering across to…me… "Looks like she just walked in. Who's your friend, Barbie?"

Raising an eyebrow at the suggestion, I had to admit I was a little taken aback. But he barely noticed; too busy looking me up and down. I wonder what number I was labelled…? "Presumptuous much, I'm Elena."

He smirked, shrugging nonchalantly, "You're new."

"I am."

"New York."

Whoa, "Good guess…" I replied slowly, wondering how he could tell. Was I that obvious?

"No country girl where's that much black." Fair enough. It didn't escape my notice that he was dressed head to toe in the tone.

Caroline cut in then and I took the opportunity to break the eye contact, my heart beating just a little too fast. As I looked at the blonde I could still feel his eyes on me, refusing to look back in his direction, "How about a game? Girls vs. Boys?"

"Ooh Barbie's feeling confident."

"Stop calling me Barbie!" she all but growled, grabbing the cue from his hand and turning to me, "You game?"

Laughing, I nodded, setting my drink down on the corner of the table. You gotta love the odd game of pool, "Bring it," she laughed at the quote, spinning on her heel to where the guys stood, competitive looks on everyone's faces. "Losers pay for dinner."

The smirk on his face widened that much more as he straightened up, "It is on."

We beat them. And not by a small margin.

I don't think I'd ever seen someone so happy as Caroline was right now; she kept launching at me with hugs and squealing about it and I couldn't help but go along with it, laughing to the point that my stomach hurt and I had to take deep breaths. That point tended to come sooner now with all the stitches and…yeah, anyway, "Beginners luck-"

"-Who said anything about beginners? We are seasoned pros at this game."

"Care you don't even know how to hold the cue, let's give credit where credit's due." Klaus said with an amused eye roll, looking at me as we all made our way over to one of the booths, "Elena, well done"

I shrugged a shoulder, sitting down beside Caroline on the end. Klaus opposite her and Damon next to him, "I've spent far too long in bars like this. And one of my friends had a pool table in his flat." I had a foosball table and Lexi had the Ping-Pong table; together we were all sorted.

"I wanna get one," Caroline muttered, "Anyway, whatever; what did you two do today? Anything of interest? Let me guess…you lounged around one of your houses, drank beer and watched the basketball?"

Silence…we both laughed quietly at the obviously correct guess, "Well it was better than school. Man, I can't wait to get out of that shit hole. What about you? Cheerleading practice?" Klaus said with a slight sarcastic tone to his voice like he was taking the piss. I tried my best not to laugh at the way they spoke to one another; it was cute!

"Actually no. We were house hunting actually."

They both frowned in confusion, "Barbie I know you're a bit obsessive but I don't think it's okay for you to move in with someone the day you meet-"

"-Oh shut up Salvatore! No, Lennie here needs a place to live other than that crappy motel off the main road," Just give me away why don't you. And what was that nickname? "So we were looking for places and we found one that was just awesome! I can't wait to see it!"

"Wait…you just…bought a flat? Just like that?"

Looking up at Damon, I nodded after a minute, "Yeah…" I said slowly, wondering what he meant.

He raised one eyebrow slightly, "Flats around here are pretty expensive-"

"-Damon!"

"I'm just saying." He retorted to Caroline's exclamation, holding up his hands, "But that's none of my business."

"No it's not." Thank you Caroline. My family were wealthy…it's kind of inevitable when your fathers a senator and your mothers a pretty successful lawyer. I didn't really show that off but I did live comfortably. There wasn't anything wrong with that; it wasn't like I was flaunting it about, "Anyway," Cue pointed look, "We found a cool one and that's what we did today. Now tell me more about this party on Friday-"

Ring, ring…ring, ring- "Sorry," I mumbled, reaching to get my bag out of my jacket pocket and frowning at the name flashing across the screen. Muttering an apology to the others only for Caroline to wave it off in a 'no problem' gesture, I turned away slightly to answer it while they went on with their conversation, "Andie, hey."

"Elena, how are you?" The voice of my father's secretary replied, as chipper as usual.

"I'm fine, you?"

"Brilliant. And the town? I looked it up on Google maps…not a whole lot there…"

Laughing quietly, I shrugged though she couldn't see, "I'm sure it'll grow on me."

Hearing her scoff however many thousand miles away, "Sure it will, you're a city girl through and through. Anyway, your father had me look into the various doctors in the town for you to schedule appointments with."

Leaning sideways onto the back of the seat, I let out a sigh, "I thought he wanted me to find myself a doctor?" Wincing as I saw Damon's eyes flicker over to me out of the corner of my eye, I lowered my voice slightly, "I can do it myself."

"Oh I know, but I wasn't too busy today so I took it upon myself to do it for you. Thank you Andie, you're an angel."

Laughing at her pointed tone, I rolled my eyes, "Thank you Andie, you are an angel, you didn't have to."

"Don't sweat it girly. I've emailed you the details so just schedule an appointment and lug that massive file of yours over to them." I could almost picture her waving her hands; ankles folded on the desk and checking her nails. In a moment my father would return and she'd be all business but in his absence she was probably the most powerful person in the office, "What's it like being the new kid?"

Shrugging again, I took another sip of my drink, "It's alright, met some cool people-"

"-are you in a group yet? Back on the squad?"

"You really think I'm going to be a cheerleader again. You're insane. That would kill me." Now I exaggerated, but doing anything like a flip would really hurt right now.

"Oh but you were so good at it! And you looked slammin' in the uniform."

Laughing quietly, I rolled my eyes, "I still have the uniform but that is a phase of my life that I will not be repeating."

"I'll see how long that lasts. Ah, the boss man is back," I could hear her sitting upright again, sorting everything out quickly, "I'll call you in a day or two to see how things are going."

Smiling, I nodded, again forgetting the lack of vision, "Talk to you then, bye Andie."

"Bye Lena,"

With that I hung up, turning back to the table where our food had now arrived, "Sorry about that." I muttered, taking one of the slices of pizza from the plate that Caroline and I had chosen to share.

"No problem, who was it?" The blonde asked with a mouth full of pizza…lovely.

"My dad's assist-"Stopping myself, I met Damon's gaze for a moment and spoke again quickly, "-a friend." It was the truth but I didn't need to say it. I couldn't say why I lied. Perhaps it was because he seemed so judgemental and I didn't like people thinking of me like that...

"Must be important. But that's irrelevant, this pizza is so good! Did the Grill get a new cook?"

And on went our night.

It's not great but tell me what you think; I've got quite a few chapters written and it does get better

Thanks for reading

M