Hi. My name is Elena Elisabeth Gilbert. And this is my diary. Let's start in the beginning. I am a typical 17-year-old girl from the US. I am the most popular girl in my school everybody 'loves' me. I know, this is not a completely truth, but, sometimes I have to feel like this to be good. Well, I live with my aunt Judith and my little sister Margaret. Although the tempting, Margaret and me are very close. She looks at me like I was his mother. And I'm not. Sometimes I feel so vulnerable like her. There, the prom queen, the most beautiful of the whole school. Or school. Maybe even the entire Virginia. That all said to be carved in the most precious marble. And sometimes I feel, not marble, but like porcelain, which at any moment could fall and break in a thousand pieces.
But, I have my most precious things in my life: Meredith, Bonnie and Matt. They are my best friends in the whole world. When my parents car crashed out of the Wickery bridge, here in Fell's Church, they are the people who really supported me before the accident and before I get over the hospital. Well, that is me. Elena Gilbert.
Yesterday was Loraine birthday, and she has done the party in the center of the city, with a lot of drinking. Well, there were beverages, hot guys, my best friends, music, so… I got really drunk. So drunk but so drunk they could not even walk. So I tried to drag me to my house and get out that Aunt Judith saw me. But Loraine's house was right in the center, on Main Avenue. But I tried.
Halfway there, almost on Lotus Street with Kyle Street, I began to see some figures and hear something like voices.
"Looks like someone there, look!"
"It looks the same! And I bet $ 10 that a girl is drunk."
My God. My spine was frozen with nerves, and to make matters worse, I was so drunk he could not hide among the trees.
The guys were getting closer and closer ... Until I saw a familiar face: Dylan Bookers and Tyler Smallwood.
"Look Bookers, is the Snow Queen! Hey, hey, hey, Elena Gilbert."
"Wow, good thing are you ... Do you not give me a help?" I said, with a wry smile and his voice cracking.
"Sure Gilbert, but let's have some fun!" Tyler said, with a smirk on his face.
"Fun? No thanks. Want to go away for a few days of fun." I said, confidante.
"There is nothing involving drinks, honey. It's really better!" Tyler still had that grin on his face, and was now trying to pull my dress.
"Hang on Tyler, I want nothing! I just want help to get home!" I spoke angrily.
"We will help you if you help us to relax! Mutual support not?" Dylan said.
I walked back up bumping into someone. All froze again.
"You heard what the lady said? She does not want anything!" A male voice said softly.
"Oh, that fear you sir!" Tyler said, sarcastically.
"Tyler, stop being boring, and leave me alone!" I said, trying to soften the fight of the two.
"Stay in your Gilbert! My chat with this guy is out there," Tyler said, going to the next guy. "What is your grace, Miss?" Tyler said again, teasing.
"First place: I sir. Secondly: Salvatore. Stefan Salvatore. Please go to your house, is in his, and leave the girl alone." Stefan Salvatore looked deep into the eyes of Tyler. Dylan was already shitting their pants with fear of the mysterious boy. The two returned to the shade, where they are left.
"Thanks Stefan um ... is not it?" I said, my voice still with that hideously drunk.
"Yes, Stefan," he said, smiling. I think he was laughing my voice. "Elena Gilbert not?"
"Yes, I am. Thank you Stefan, for you have astonished those assholes here. I do not know what they would do if you had not come." I said gratefully. "Now, I'm going to drag myself up at home and get ready for the scolding that my aunt will give me when I come."
"Need help? I'm carriage. Can I take up in my house, you can take a shower and spend the night there ... We have many guest rooms." Stefan said, being nice.
"I think I'll accept, tomorrow I can say I slept in Loraine's."
"Shall we? My car is there, near the woods."
I walked behind him. That's when I noticed that he seemed to have left a legacy currency. It was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my entire life.
Arriving in the car (it was a black Porsche, fully polished, and fully leather inside.), He opened the car door for me:
"Ladies first ..."
"Thank you, sir," I said smiling.
We got in the car, and he drove down the highway. The house he was living was on my street, and was the largest and oldest of all. He took the keys, opened the door and entered:
"I think it wouldn't be a very good night if you stay out there. Come!" He said, pulling his Italian leather jacket. And the shirt he was wearing underneath was very fair, and drew exactly every muscle of his body. And that body. I was noticing that perfectly sculpted belly.
"Hey, Elena, wake up! Are you so tired! You're asleep standing up!"
"Uh, What?" I said, kind of 'smiling'.
"I'll show you where is the bathroom and bedrooms. You can choose. I'll catch a shirt." He said.
"Sure. Thanks again Stefan, and sorry to be bothering you."
"Come on Elena, is the least I could do! The bathroom is up the stairs, the first door. Is my room, you can use the bathroom from the bedroom, because the water is warmer. I'll get pillows and a blanket for you. And I can not forget your shirt. "
I climbed the stairs with the greatest difficulty in the world, but have achieved the doorknob of his room. I opened the door. My God. His room was perfect! I crawled through the walls to get to the bathroom. I opened the shower and took a hotter bath. It was delicious. At the end, I realized I had not picked up towels. I found a white towel hanging in the bathroom cabinet. I took the towel and wrapped myself in it.
Upon exiting the bathroom, I realized that Stefan was there, shirtless, changing his clothes.
"Oh, Elena, I'm sorry. I'm going out!" Stefan said, surprised and shy.
"Do not worry Stefan, take your time!" I said, turning to the bathroom.
"You don't need to go darling! I'm leaving."
"All right then ..." I said, smiling.
Stefan left the room like a red pepper! I think I grabbed the towel that was Stefan's. It was fragrant ... And there was a strong scent ... It was a deliciously sweet and male scent.
I took the Stefan's shirt. It had a nice scent ... It was a known perfume. Roses? Lilies? No. .. Vervain. I got dressed.
The shirt's Stefan was very long in my body and very cute.
"You've left the bathroom?" Stefan said on the other side of the door.
"Yes, you can get." I said, straightening his shirt on my body.
"Wow, you're beautiful!" He said, almost drooling.
"Thank you, and there is something running here!" I said, pretending I wiped a drop in the corner of his mouth.
He laughed. It was a beautiful laugh.
"What to do now? Want to go to your room or watch a movie?" He said, smiling.
"I think I want to eat something. If not bother, of course."
