He seemed to be the only one who wasn't surprised by her decision to turn it off. To be honest, he's quite surprised that she hasn't snapped before this. For months now she has been supporting her best friend through her grief, and trying to help her get over her drug abuse. Not to mention she's been trying to bring her other best friend back, and along with her, Damon Salvatore. All the while her best friend/crush is avoiding her like the plague, because he's too busy trying to move on than help her bring her friend and his brother back. To top it all off, she can't find comfort in her home town, since stepping foot over the boarder will kill her. She can't even follow her dreams, and graduate college to pursue a career. Then out of no where, just when things were beginning to get better, her mother is diagnosed with cancer. She spends every waking hour with her mother, trying to find a cure, trying to find more time, but it's all in vain.
She turns it off, and he doesn't blame her. All she asks for is a year, but nobody seems to want to give that to her. So when he figures out her supposed friends are trying to shorten her one request, he takes matters into his own hands.
He stops her before she heads into the rave that her friends are currently in, ready to undermine her one wish.
"Good evening gorgeous." He greets, and easy smirk on his face.
Her apathetic blue eyes lock with his, "Enzo." Her tone is flat, and it makes him hate the world for twisting her into this hollow creature before him.
"Do you want to go to Miami?" He casually asks.
She looks at him as if he is crazy, which he probably is. "Why do you want to go?" she asks.
"I've never been." His answer is simple, but honest.
She still seems to need some convincing. He doesn't know why, all she has here is grief and meddlesome friends.
"Trust me, I know the need to escape pain." He's more sincere than he intended to be.
He listens to the loud music in the background while she ponders his question. Her blue eyes search his, and she must find something she trusts, because she says, "Okay."
He holds his hand out, "Phone."
She quirks an eyebrow, "Why?"
"You need to escape, and you can't do that with everyone here pestering you." Enzo explains, listening for the Mystic Falls gang.
"What about your phone?" She asks.
He chuckles, "You and Damon have my phone number, and I don't think Damon will be to concerned about my whereabouts, he's too busy trying to figure out how to get Gilbert's memories back."
She nods, realizing he's right. "Fine, but don't break it."
Enzo takes the offered phone and slides it into his jacket pocket, "Don't worry." He then opens the passenger door of his car, gesturing for her to get in. She rolls her eyes at his antics before sliding into the seat.
He pulls over at the post office, and she gives him a curious look, "I'm just mailing something."
She watches as he puts her phone in a box, writes an address on it, and drop it in the outgoing mailbox, before heading back to the car.
"So you had this planned the whole time?" she refers to the way the envelope was ready to be mailed.
Enzo smirks as he pulls onto the road, "I knew you would come."
She pushes her eyebrows together in confusion, "How?"
Enzo spares her a glance, "I know you," before looking back at the empty road.
She squirms, a little unhinged with his answer, so she changes the subject. "Where's it going?" She asks, eyes focused on the horizon.
They pass the 'Thank You for Visiting Mystic Falls, we hope to see you back soon!' sign before he answers, "The Salvatore Boarding House, with the return postage to your house."
She smiles, "You know Bonnie can just do a locator spell to find me if they are that concerned."
"I've already thought of that, we just have one stop to make." He says, a smirk in his voice as they speed through the night.
A/N Until next time!