AN: Thank you all for reading this! So this fanfic is basically my TVD take on "A Walk to Remember" by Nicholas Sparks, though you'll see it's much different. It's loosely based on the book. You definitely don't need to read the story in order to understand what is happening. This is AU, so it will be slightly OOC.

Here's some info you'll need to know:

-Lexi is alive and Stefan's best friend. Damon is Stefan's friend but not his brother.

-Stefan and Elena don't know each other well.

-Alaric is Elena's father.

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I strutted through the halls of Mystic High, a confident grin playing on my lips. I caught every look from the girls surrounding me, returning them with a brief glance that made them giggle and run to their friends. It was my third year here and I was surprised no one had noticed I wasn't getting any older.

I really didn't understand the point in being here; it was mainly out of boredom at this point. I had one or two people who were the closest things to friends I could get, and though I'd never admit it, their company pleased me. The past century of my existence had been filled with blood, euphoria, and misery. Now, with Lexi's pointless help, I was attempting to find a balance. Lexi was convinced that her tactic of making me feed without killing and drinking from blood bags was working slowly but gradually, though I felt no change; I was feeling nothing at all, and that was my definition of perfection.

The bell rang, and with a roll of the eyes, I made my way to my crowded locker. I checked my schedule and sighed. Drama class. Had I really signed up for this? Groaning, I quickly grabbed what I needed and made my way into the room. Reluctantly, I slid into a seat in the auditorium, the alluring scent of honey and coconut shampoo filling my senses almost instantly. I glanced over at the seat next to me, only to be met with a familiar face.

There Elena Gilbert sat, prompt and concentrated as usual even though the class hadn't even started yet. That gentle, ever present grin rested on her lips, barely shining with chap-stick. Her chocolate brown eyes were unsettlingly wide as she took in the room. Dark hair was pulled perfectly into a high ponytail on the back of her head, not a single strand out of place. It was interesting to see just how much she hadn't changed over the summer; same smile, same hairstyle… the only thing that was different at all was her face. With higher cheekbones and fuller lips –that still portrayed the same smile–, she reminded me of the woman she had become as opposed to the girl she was at the end of junior year.

Elena caught me staring at her and politely turned her head, giving me a small nod. "Hey, Stefan," she said shyly, brushing a non-existent strand of hair behind her ears. I raised a brow and nodded in greeting. I honestly couldn't remember the last time she had spoken to me and vice versa though I really didn't care. She was just so… boring to me. Perfect looks, perfect grades, perfect attitude. I could only imagine how tiring it would get. To me, all of that perfection and accomplishment blended to one word: boring.

She realized I wasn't going to reply and urgently sought out more conversation. "How was your summer?" I let out a sigh and shrugged.

"Fine." That was probably the first word I had said to her since I started at Mystic High. "And yours?"

She grinned and nodded. "It was good. Thanks for asking."

I forced a smile and turned my head, thankful when Mrs. Winters started to introduce herself.

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"It's gross," I complained with a wince, shoving the blood bag back to Lexi. It was late at night, the whole town of Mystic Falls already fast asleep. The only noise filling the whole area was the small crackling fire Lexi, and Damon and I had started in the cemetery. Now we sat around the fire, discussing everything and nothing, for we knew no one was listening. Usually, when we walked through town as a group, the older citizens avoided us or sent us glares. They considered us troublemakers; everyone in Mystic Falls knew we liked to meet at the cemetery. The people at Mystic High were intimidated by us and wanted to be us.

Well, everyone except for Elena Gilbert, who seemed to be perfectly fine with the way her life went.

"You'll get used to it eventually," Lexi said sympathetically. She took a sip from the blood bag and passed it to Damon as if it were the only beer bottle left at a party.

"What's the problem, Stef?" Damon asked with his signature smirk. "Doesn't taste enough like those girls you pick up at the bar? Just suck it up."

I rolled my eyes at his pun and wiped the remaining blood from my lips, glaring down at my reddened sleeve. "It's not fresh. I want fresh blood," I stubbornly complained. I let my arms freely hang by my sides as I leaned back on the small hill, gazing up at the stars. I did this for a few seconds, got bored, and closed my eyes. "I'm hungry."

I could feel Lexi plop down beside me, though I didn't move at all. "Stop whining, Stefan. You'll get over it. If you were starving, you'd just take the blood bag."

I groaned and decided not to reply. We had these conversations far too often for my liking, and by now I had learned not to say anything at all, for I'd lose anyway. I could feel Lexi glaring daggers at me and was extremely thankful when Damon decided to break the tense silence. "You know he doesn't actually hate drinking from them, right? It's the whole humanity deal again. He thinks that if he stops feeding on people, he'll no longer be the big badvampire he thinks he is."

Finally, I opened my eyes and met his. They were flaming blue, the dying fire reflecting off of them. "No need to talk about me like I'm not here, Damon."

Lexi arched a brow at me. "You know you need to hear it."

"I told you, Lex. I'll let you do this, but it won't work. So stop trying. You got me to go back to high school. Isn't that enough?"

I looked back over to Damon, hoping that he was on my side. Tonight, unfortunately, it seemed it was two against one. He crossed his arms over his chest, thinking for a few moments. I could tell he had an idea brewing, but since it was Damon, no one really knew exactly what that idea was. "You want to prove everything is useless?" he questioned, a sly grin on his lips. I nodded, so Damon continued. "Then go to the prom… with a human girl. Pick her up, give her flowers, do whatever you're supposed to do to make the experience as normal as you can. No compulsion. If you feel nothing by the end of the night, then Lexi and I will leave you alone."

I arched a brow and looked between them, waiting for some sort of catch. Damon gave Lexi a smirk and she looked slightly uneasy but nodded in approval of his plan. They glanced at me and I laughed, disturbing the silent night. "You're on."

This was going to be simple. Now, all I had to do was find a girl who didn't have a date yet and was far too kind to say no to anyone.

A name instantly came to mind, making a triumphant grin form on my lips:

Elena Gilbert.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review telling me what you think! This is my first kind of fic like this, so I hope it was good! :) What do you think… Will Elena say yes, and will Stefan end up actually enjoying prom night? Like I said, I know it's kind of OOC, but as the story progresses, Stefan will become more like he is on the show.

Should I continue?

Thank you! Xoxo

-Sara