Elena's Perspective
"Elena," Caroline Forbes called me out. "Just because I loved going to parties back in high school, doesn't mean that we have to do this. Clubs were never your thing."
I turned around while my hand gripped on two hangers that held up two scandalous dresses. "Choose. Navy or Black," I say with a smirk.
She stands there still and her lips curve to indicate that she's thinking, "I think I want the black one. It matches my heels," she says with a smile and snatches them out of my hands.
I let out a groan, "okay. I know clubs aren't our thing. Think of it like this, Caroline. It's almost the end of our second year at NYU and we haven't been to one party. There's only so long we can go before we meet new people."
"What's wrong with it just being me, you, and Bonnie?" She says with an unconvincing half smile. She knows it too. We've been away from our home for five years now. We didn't decide to go back to school until last year. Our home is now in New York City. A place we never thought we'd locate ourselves, in fact, it was last on the list.
"Caroline... We're not monsters. It's time our classmates stopped seeing us a threat."
"Well technically..." she trails off at the thought. Monsters was all I had to say to trigger it again.
"Don't say it," I say as my teeth grit together.
"Are we really doing this while club thing tonight?" Bonnie asks as she bring in one bottle of bourbon. "We could always stay in and watch Buffy the Vampire, True Blood, or Twilight on Netflix."
We laugh in unison, "we have seen every season of Buffy for the past five years, Bonnie," I say as I snatch the bottle of bourbon from her hands and pop the lid. "As much as I love watching them over and over, I'm sure that I have better things to do with my life."
"Like faking the fact you and Caroline aren't vampires? Elena, there's only so long we can undo and re-do the spell on a daily, weekly, or monthly basis. It has been five years."
I put a smile on my face as I looked in the mirror, "how do I look?" I ask, ignoring her question. The pain was too much bare. It took too much energy to look back on my past. Everything that I lost. The people, I lost. I didn't want to say any names or think of anyone in particular.
"Perfect," a familiar voice says. I turn around and there he is. "I've missed you so much. Sorry, it took so long for me to get here," Jeremy says as he walks over to me to give me a hug.
"Jeremy? Who called you? What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked, and confused. I knew I had to see him eventually, but not this soon.
My brother and I had parted ways, three years ago. Before Bonnie, Caroline, and I, decided to settle in New York. Jeremy didn't want to be the guy who settled in with his sister; although, we only have each other. He wants to live his life on his own. That's exactly what he's doing. It was hard on me to let him go, but eventually, I came around.
"I have so many things to tell you. I'm here for four days. My boss decided to give me some time off to spend some time with you." He exchanged glances with Bonnie, whom he no longer had an interest in. At first, it tore her apart, but a part of her knew that she had to let him go. "Hi Bonnie," he says with a smile. My parents didn't raise us to be rude, and Jeremy, certainly was never and will never be a 'douche-bag.'
We both sat down on the bed, "good news. I found my significant other. We've been seeing each other for two years now and I really wish you'll meet her someday."
I hit his arm, lightly, "shut up. You're just telling me this, now? What's she like? Do you have pictures? How did you meet?" It wasn't hard for me to smile around Jeremy. There's only so long for that I can go before I break. Friday nights were usually when it happened. Caroline and Bonnie knew it would happen sooner or later. Going to a club is just a distraction.
"She's friends with Stefan Salvatore," he says as he squeezes my hand. That name, the last name in particular, I haven't heard in years. I wasn't sure how to feel or react.
