They were best friends for as long as he could remember. Never anything more, never anything less. What happens when she comes knocking at his door with a favor to ask? He's never told her no before, so why should he start now?.. Stelena. AU/AH.
Author's note: Be gentle with me, this is my first Stelena story. Not first fanfic, just new to writing for this fandom. This story will be a little mature so if you're not comfortable with those kind of things, well you were warned ;) This is my attempt to heal my broken Stelena heart. My hope is to continue my love for them here until they find their way back to one another. Enjoy!
There was exactly one week left until prom. One week. And his plan was to go stag. Stefan Salvatore wasn't a loner by any means, he just wasn't good with commitments. Sure prom wasn't a huge commitment, but it was a commitment for one night nonetheless. And that was one commitment he definitely wasn't going to make. He was better at playing the field anyway. Even if he did take someone to prom he had a feeling there would be a good chance he wouldn't be leaving the same chick. He knew he was kind of a dick, but he also knew that he was in high school and having fun was kind of required to keep his sanity.
While others were obssessing over dates, dresses and tuxes he was not. When he heard his phone buzz, he knew it was his best friend wanting to vent about her latest prom dilemna. He'd known her most of his life, and they didn't really have all that much in common besides the fact that they were each other's best friend. They weren't as close as they were when they were kids though, that much he knew for sure. Bonnie and Caroline had snuck in somehow and secured their places as Elena's number one and two. Even coming in third, Stefan wasn't all that worried because he knew when it came down to it, she knew he was the one person she could count on the most. That he would do everything in his power to make her happy and keep her safe.
Sighing a little he finally pulled his phone out from his pocket and checked his messages to see what Elena was freaking out about now. He laughed when her message and stuffed his phone back into his pocket.
you better be home, salvatore. and alone. i need to ask you for a big favor. huge one actually.
"Good God. She wastes no time," Stefan jumped a little when he heard a few loud raps at his door.
Getting up he walked over to the door and swung it open with a smile, "Alright Gilbert, what's the crisis now?" he smirked raising an eyebrow as he stepped aside to let her inside.
Making a face he watched her walk right past him, ignoring his question only to walk straight to his room. Confused, but he closed the door and followed behind her anyway.
He plopped down on the edge of his bed and waited for her to speak up, realizing whatever it was.. it was serious. He'd never saw her like this before. Nervous. On edge. Very un-Elena like. "Elena.. what's going on?" he looked up at her, concern evident in his voice.
She looks around his room and he sighs because she's starting to irritate him.
"You're alone right? Whoever you were with before I came over is gone now?"
"Nope. She's hiding in the closet. I told her to wait and let me talk you into a threesome," he wiggles his eyebrows teasing her as he lays back some, resting himself up on his elbows.
"Oh my God, Stefan. Could you please be serious for like five seconds of your life. Five seconds. That's all I'm asking."
"Alright. Alright. Chill out," he groans before adding, "It's just us. And for your information I've been home alone all night."
"Wow. Really?" she raises an eyebrow, clearly not believing him.
"Yes. Now will you please start telling me what the hell is going on.."
"Are you sure?" she makes a face and continues, "Because I could of swore you were seeing Briella.. or Brittany.. or was it Brianne?" she makes another face as she thinks about it.
"Elena.." he sighs and covers his face with his hands.
"I need to ask a favor.."
He stares at her for a good few moments before replying back, "Yeah I got that much from your text. Now stop being such a weirdo and tell me what's on your mind," he laughs.
"So you know Matt and I have been dating for awhile now.."
He nods his head, "Uh yeah. And he reminds me of that fact every chance he gets."
He never really understood it. But her boyfriend clearly did not like him. At all. Never had, and probably never would. It was something he didn't really think about, but sometimes it made him wonder if he felt threatened by him. Which was crazy, because the guy had no reason to be. He and Elena was just friends and always would be. There was no chance in hell either one of them would cross that line.
"Anyway.. We're obviously going to prom together. And Prom has certain..expectations."
And now she's got his attention, "Mhm.."
"Like I said. Expectations. And there's a good chance I might have told him that prom wouldn't be awkward and there wouldn't be any problems. Because.. well because I wasn't a virgin," she bites her lip.
And now he's even more confused than he was before, "But you are.." he furrows an eyebrow.
"Exactly. So that's where you come in at."
"Ok," he laughs and shrugs his shoulders, "You want me to tell him that you aren't a virgin?"
"No," she shakes her head and sighs, "Will you please keep up. I don't want to have to repeat myself. This is already embarrassing as hell as it is."
She's biting at her bottom lip again, and he could kick her for it. She might be his best friend, but she has no idea how some of the smallest things she does can turn him on. Sure he's a teenage boy with raging hormones, but she's easily the most beautiful and desired girl in their school and he's not the idiot that hasn't noticed that fact yet. He would be lying if he said he hadn't had very dirty, dirty dreams about the girl in front of him. And her biting her lip, making it even more plump than it already is will not be helping him tonight when he's lying in bed trying to get some sleep.
"What do you need?"
It's a question he's asked before, and he's sure it's not going to be the last time he mutters the words.
"I need you to.. you know.. un-virgin me," she stutters a bit nervously.
"You mean deflower you," he stops himself realizing what she's asking of him.
He's laughing so hard he's holding his stomach and he feels like he could cry, "Oh my God. That is the best one yet. I totally forgot about it being April Fools Day."
He finally looks at her and sees her arms crossed across her chest with a very pissed off look directed right towards him.
"Why aren't you laughing? I'll give you it. That was a good one. Wait a minute.." the pieces start to fit together and his head starts to spin, "It's not April Fools Day that was like last fucking month."
"Elena.." he starts but then she interrupts him.
"What? It's not that crazy. I mean you were my first kiss. It makes sense for you to be my first."
"We were eight. And I only kissed you because you said you heard Billy wanted to. You said he picked his nose so you asked me to so he wouldn't that day during recess. Like always, you ask and I'm like when and where," he growled starting to go off on a rant, "But not this time.. No way in hell. This is the craziest thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth."
"It is not crazy, Stefan," she pleads with him before continuing, "You've probably taken a lot of girls' virginities. Actually scratch that. I know you have. Girls at school talk."
He raises an eyebrow curiously and she adds, "Yeah they do talk. So I know what I'm asking and I know that I'm going to the right person with this."
"It's not the same."
"How is it not the same? You know what you're doing. I need someone that knows what the hell their doing," she sits beside him on the bed and takes his hand in hers.
"Because it's you," he answers her looking her in the eyes.
"And that's why it does make sense, Stefan. I am comfortable with you. More comfortable than anyone I'm with. I will be terrified. You know how I can get when it comes to something that big. With you I know it will be.. ok."
He snorts a bit and laughs, "Just ok? Way to boost up my ego, Elena."
"Please.." she pleads, "You're the only one I can imagine being my first."
"You have a boyfriend," he tries to reason with her.
She shakes her head, "A boyfriend that thinks I'm not a virgin. One that won't know the difference."
She touches his face tenderly and looks him in the eyes before trying one last time, "Please, Stefan."
They were best friends for as long as he could remember. Never anything more, never anything less. He would move mountains to make her happy and cross an ocean to keep a smile on her face. He's never told her no before, so why should he start now?..