A/N: Hey guys, this is my first VD Fanfiction, that isn't a one shot. It's really short, I know. Don't kill me. I just wanted to put it out there before continuing. I want your thoughts! So please review. If I continue or not depends on you guys. No pressure or anything, hehe.

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Stefan rolled unto his side and slowly opened his eyes. The sun shined through his window, blinding him. He shut his eyes quickly. He really needed to buy new curtains to shut out the sunlight. He knew after tomorrow, he'd get rare doses of sleep so he needed to take advantage of it now. The day after tomorrow was the start of his last year of high school. He felt a chilly rush go through his body. It was scary knowing that in just a few years he'd be on his own. He didn't like to think about it much.

To the right of him, he heard his phone vibrating on his bedside table. He groaned, flipping to the other side of the bed. Without opening his eyes, he reached for his phone and tapped the green highlighted button on the screen.

"You better be awake." he heard from the other side of the phone.

"This better be important." He responded back, lifting his blanket over his head.

He heard her laugh and he smiled. "We were going to hang out today, remember?"

"What time is it?"

"It's almost twelve, you lazy bum." She said. "It's time to get up and get ready. I'll give you…" she paused to think. "…about half an hour and then I'll be over."

Before Stefan could respond, the phone line was dead. He dropped his hand to his bed and groaned again. He really didn't want to get up from his warm, safe haven. He sighed and lifted the covers off of him quickly. He felt a sudden cool rush hitting his bare chest. He sat up slowly, his eyes searching for his alarm clock for the time. 11:53A.M.

He jumped out of bed, heading across his room to the bathroom. He stripped off his boxers, exposing himself as he turned on the shower. He placed his iPhone on the bathroom counter, pressing play as he did so. One Night by Cobra Starship started playing.

He stepped into the warm water, shivering from the change in temperature. Around this time of the year, in the beginning of September, Mystic Falls was known for getting chilly pretty quickly. Just last week the temperature was up to 80 degrees out. Sometimes it baffled Stefan why his family hadn't moved out of this small town yet. His father, Giuseppe, came straight from Italy many years before Stefan or his older brother, Damon, was born. When he came to America, which is where he had met Stefan's mother, Elaine, who was originally from New Jersey. After getting married, they had moved to a small town in Virginia called Mystic Falls. A few years later, they had started their family.

When Stefan was twelve, his mother died of cancer. It was a hard time in his life and he relied a lot on his brother and his best friend. Since then, his father had tried his best to raise two teenage boys on his own. Stefan tried to be easy on him every once in a while. Damon was the problem; getting in trouble constantly. He was the headache of the family.

Stefan shut off the water, grabbing the towel on top of the railing of the shower curtain. He somewhat dried his brown hair with the towel and then wrapped it around his waist. Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed his phone off the counter and walked back into his room.

He hadn't remembered making plans today, but he didn't mind. Elena Gilbert had been his best friend since he could remember. They had been next door neighbors growing up and had automatically clicked when they met. To his dismay, she was also one of the most beautiful girls Stefan had ever laid eyes on. Sure, growing up he had never really noticed but once his hormones had started kicking… well… he noticed. They had been best friends for so long, though; he doubted that they could be anything more. They acted too much like siblings to ever be more.

He lightly threw his phone unto his bed and walked over to his dresser, rummaging through the drawers. He pulled out a pair of boxers and socks. He then walked over to his closet, grabbing a pair of jeans and a black V-neck. He chose to go simple today. He tossed the clothes on his bed and headed back to his bathroom to brush his teeth.

Stefan wasn't going to lie, he felt a little more than "friendship feelings" for Elena. He was just too scared to admit it. The fact that he'd know they would never be together scared him out of admitting it. He had realized this the summer before when they were at their friend, Tyler's bonfire. They had been drinking and were playing truth or dare around the fire. Caroline, another friend of theirs, had dared Stefan to kiss Elena. He had obviously gone through with the dare, but he couldn't help but feel sparks when his lips had touched hers.

He shook his head, finishing his daily routine and walked back into his room. He got dressed in a good amount of time before he heard a knock on his door.

"Are you presentable?" the voice on the other side of the door asked.

Stefan glanced at his alarm clock. 12:36PM. Elena.

He smiled. "Come in," he shouted, walking back into his bathroom to fix his damn hair. He heard the door open and then close.

"Are you almost ready, kid?" he heard her ask from the other room.

"Just about," he said, washing the gel off his hands. "What are we doing today anyways?"

She gasped. "I feel so unloved. You don't sound excited at all to be spending time with me!"

Stefan walked out of the bathroom, laughing. She was sitting on his bed, the sunlight hitting her just right. She was wearing jeans and a gray hoodie. Her dark, sleek hair was up in a ponytail. He felt his heart starting to race a little faster.

"I love spending time with you," he said, walking over to his bed. "I'm just wondering if there's a specific goal for today." He reached for his phone which lay on his comforter.

She shrugged. "Nothing specific in mind." She said, snatching the phone before he had grabbed it. She got up quickly from the bed, his phone in her hands. "I guess we'll figure out something along the way." She grinned.

Stefan stood straight. "We're really going to play this game, Gilbert?"

Elena smirked, stuffing the electronic device in her jean pocket. His heart stopped. He wondered how she even fit the phone in there; her jeans were so tight. "Let's go, Steffy." She said, smiling as she opened the door to his room. She headed out into the hallway and down the stairs, leaving Stefan alone.

He shook his head, smiling. Sometimes he wondered why he dealt with this girl. But deep down, he knew why.