It was a Saturday morning, which meant Elena got to enjoy a cup of coffee in her favorite coffee shop which was, conveniently, placed only few blocks away from her house. The shop was there for as long as she could remember, and sometimes she questioned how do they manage to keep the place running, since they never had many customers. But that was the reason why she loved it so much. She could assume her usual place in the corner, Martha, the elderly waitress who worked there and knew Elena's order by heart - mocha cappuccino with extra cream and cinnamon - would bring the beverage to her in the matter of seconds, and she would crack open whichever book she decided to pay her attention to that week. She hated crowded places, with people yelling, passing her by, bumping her shoulder with their butts. Library seemed too serious for a relaxed morning, and staying in an empty house was not as appealing as it would be to the most teenagers. That little coffee shop was her safe haven, her second home, somewhere she could escape to when she had too much on her plate.

When she woke up this morning she was ready to go through her usual Saturday morning routine. She got dressed, brushed her teeth, tied her hair in a high ponytail, applied minimum make up, like she usually does, grabbed the book and placed it in her messenger bag alongside her wallet, glasses, phone and keys. Elena was not like the most girls in her school. She did not walk around in short skirts and tight dresses, even though Caroline said she has assets for that kind of clothes. She felt comfortable in her jeans, tops and occasional hoodie. She loved wearing her fandom shirts, but she would always get annoyed when she wore them, because no one ever got what they were about. Instead of over sized bags full of make up, she wore messenger bags which were big enough for her necessities. She was often called a geek, and a nerd, but unlike most people, she did not take it as an insult. She did not have a boyfriend, but her teddy bear is called Seth Cohen. She did not spend her Saturday nights out partying and drinking, but catching up on Supernatural.

It was not that Elena did not like to dress nicely, she did, but she also believed school hallways are not a runaway. Even if her not being interested in fashion was the case, she would have no other choice but to know every single detail about it, because you simply can't be friends with Caroline Forbes and not know what's in this season. It was not that Elena did not want a boyfriend, it was that no one she knew was worth the bother. She would much rather pretend some fictional character is her boyfriend, or several of them, which was great because all of them were fictional and did not know of each others existence, so she could reserve a day for each and others wouldn't be jealous. She was not stuck up or picky, there simply was no one she liked enough to open herself to the possibility of a relationship. In all these years she had one relationship which ended not so long after it started.

She knocked on the door of her dad's bedroom, but even though no one answered she peeped in, only to find his room to be empty. She should not be surprised he's not home, even though he had promised he will come home for the weekend. She went to her brothers room only to find a bed in which no one had slept in and a note on it saying "Went over to Bonnie's, don't know when I'll be back." She cringed at the though of her younger brother and best friend doing the deed. She was happy for them both, but at the same time it was a little bit gross, because he was her baby brother and Bonnie was.. well, Bonnie. She tried to dismiss those thoughts before the picture gets instilled in her mind.

She went downstairs, and when she saw aunt Jenna opening the front door, she knew she can say goodbye to her peaceful Saturday morning. Aunt Jenna had a thing she had to take care of after she had another thing she could not miss out on and Alaric was away on a business trip, so she looked at her niece with her pleading eyes and asked, "Can you please look after April for few hours?" Elena looked down at her twelve year old cousin who was not one happy camper. There was a bit of an age difference between Elena and April, and when you're a teenager, when someone is older than you few months they seem really old to you. When it comes to years, you see them in a form of a dinosaur. April was a spoiled brat who could not keep her mouth shut and who loved picking on Elena especially, but aunt Jenna was the last thing Elena had left that reminded her of her mother, so she could never say no to her. No matter how much times she will have to suppress the need to strangle April with her bare hands.

Since her morning was ruined already, she thought she should call Caroline to go with them, since April thought Caroline is a super extra amazingly awesome for such an older chick. Caroline was sleeping when Elena called, but after few minutes of pleading and making promises she had no intention of keeping, Caroline agreed to go with them and told Elena she will be ready in a few. The whole ride over April was talking about what a Hitler reincarnation her mother is, and every time she opened her mouth Elena wanted to slap her over them and tell her how happy she is she has a mother in the first place.

When they picked Caroline up, she was willing to listen to the twelve year old's problems, since her relationship with her own mother was rocky.

So here she was, sitting in the middle of her favorite coffee shop which was unusually crowded, someones but was on her shoulder, Caroline went to get them drinks fifteen minutes ago, and she was trying to read while April was sighing like someone's about to slaughter her. If she doesn't stop, Elena will might have to resort to such violence.

This morning could not go any worse.

Cross that, this morning could always go worse, which is what Elena realized when she heard a well familiar, annoying male voice above her, "Hey Gilbert," he said with a mocking tone of voice. Coming out of his mouth her last name sounded like the funniest thing on the planet. "What are you reading?" he asked, and with the corner of her eye she could have seen him putting his leg on a chair, and his elbow on his knee, letting his hand flap in the air.

"A book," she said calmly, like his teasing did not bother her at all. When in reality, every time she had heard his voice, she wanted to bleed herself out to death.

"Which one?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation alive, one that would end with him insulting her in a way only him would find funny.

"It says on the cover," she doesn't raise her head, but she taps on the cover with her thumb. After few seconds a devilish grin appears on her face as she shakes her head, adjusting the glasses that fell down her nose, and looks up at him, "Silly me," she releases a giggle, "Assuming you actually know how to read," in a matter of seconds her face becomes serious and she shoots him a deadly stare. She looks behind him and sees his posey by the table by the window. Rebekah and Nik Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce, few other football players including Matt Donovan who's actually a good guy, all sitting there and staring at them.

"Did you need anything?" Elena asks him, raising her eyebrow at him after leaving him speechless after her last comment.

Before he gets a chance to reply, Caroline appears behind him and yells, "Beat it, Salvatore," and kicks him lightly on the leg with a tip of her shoe before she sits down next to Elena.

He smiles at them with his signature smile because of which all of the girls in school lose their panties before his look falls on Elena and he says, "See you in Chemistry, Gilbert," before he turns around and walks over to his friends. Or baboons, how Elena likes to call them. Group of uncivilized baboons.

Elena watched him walk away, his football jacket lingering of his broad shoulders, perfectly lining his back, when her train of thoughts was interrupted by Caroline's voice, "See you in Chemistry?" Elena turned her head around to face her friend who was raising an eyebrow in her direction.

Elena adjusted her glasses once again, "Mr. Sanders made him my lab partner," she huffed as her eyes fell back on her book, trying to find where she stopped reading.

"How so?" Caroline was not about to let it go as easily as Elena had hoped she would.

"His grades are below average, even for a football player," Elena chuckled at her own words before she added, "It was not my choice to work with him, I was forced to," she frowned when she remembered how hard she begged Mr. Senders to assign her another lab partner, but he refused, because he thought she would be good for him. He did not even think about how that ball kicking monkey might be bad for her.

April released a sigh louder than her previous ones before she opened her mouth and said, "I doubt you were his choice either," she said mockingly.

Caroline giggled and Elena's childish side decided to stick her tongue out at her younger cousin.

Elena went back to reading her book, and to her surprise she was left alone for quite some time, before she felt Caroline's elbow in her arm. She tore her eyes away from the book and looked at her friend who was curiously gazing at her.

"What?" Elena asked annoyed. Can't April entertain her by asking an advice about some boy, or the other way around?

"Nothing," Caroline stirred her lemonade with a pink, swirly straw, "You just never told me what happened between you and Stefan," Caroline looked at her with her big, blue, puppy eyes.

Not this topic again.

"Oh," April said with a somewhat excited voice. Both Elena and Caroline shot a glare towards her, and Elena knew there's no chance in hell to stop April from talking. "She was a nerd, he was average," here we go with the word nerd again, "Then he became hot, and she stayed a nerd," April concluded happily.

Caroline looked at Elena who was looking at her little cousin furiously. She could see anger flash inside of Elena's eyes, and basically imagine Elena jumping on April from her seat.

"Elena is not a nerd," Caroline finally decided to say something before Elena physically hurts someone, "She's simply a social cripple in some situations," she tried to make things better, but Caroline's explanation only made April laugh more.

Elena exhaled loudly before looking at Caroline and smiling at her warmly. "Thanks Caroline," she replied genuinely before lowering her look back on the book. Caroline always has the best intentions.

April is not as bad, once you get used to her. Under that bitter, spoiled, I-do-not-know-my-limits, hormonal shield actually lies a living, breathing human being. She's strikingly beautiful too, with her dark brown hair which, at times, seems to be black, and blue eyes with spots of green. Sometimes Elena envies her on her looks. It's not that she cannot stand the reflection she sees in the mirror, she even considers herself pretty, but April is a different kind of pretty. She is one of those girls who can make everything about her by just entering the room, without even trying. She's one of those girls people turn their heads around for.

She's still pretty short, and has some leftovers of baby fat, but she's only twelve, she will grow out of it.

Jenna called Elena an hour ago and told her she finally came home, so Elena said she will drop April off on her way home. She feared her ride home with her cousin, because from time to time she would get a need to crash the car into a post, but to her surprise, the ride home was actually pleasant. April told her about some boy she likes, who seems to like her back, but she did not ask Elena for any advice, because in her mind Elena is a loser who knows nothing about boys. She had seen enough shows, she could handle middle school dramas.

She shared enjoyable fifteen minutes with her cousin, not that either of them would ever admit that.

She dropped April off and went home herself. When she entered the house she called Jeremy's name, but instead of her brother she found another note on the kitchen counter saying, "Went to lunch with Bonnie. Don't know when I'll be back."

Elena sighed in disappointment, opened the freezer, and pulled a frozen pizza out of it.

Elena loved being alone. She loved peace, and quiet, and when she could her the sound of books pages being rolled over. But sometimes she would get incredibly lonely. Her dad is rarely home, and when he is, he's the one requesting peace and quiet. It's hard living with a military dad, not knowing when he will be home, or for how long he will stay. When he is home, Elena opens the door of her bedroom, simply so she could hear him yelling at the TV. Simply so she knows she's not alone, that there's someone else in the house, even if they're not spending time together. So she would know the difference once he's gone.

Since Jeremy got together with Bonnie, he's spending most of his time with her, so Elena rarely sees him anymore. She doesn't see much of her best friend anymore, either. And she misses them both.

Since they lost mom to cancer several years ago, everything had changed. Jeremy doesn't want to talk about it, nobody wants to talk about it actually. Sometimes she has a feeling they're all acting like she was never here. Like it will hurt less if they act like they had never lost her. And sometimes, all she wants to do is to talk about her with someone. Tell them how much she misses her, and in how many situations she thinks, I wish my mom were here. Jeremy was never the one to talk about his feelings, but the way he seems to be avoiding the topic of their mom like a plague is completely ridiculous to Elena.

Aunt Jenna doesn't come over as often as she used to, even though she lives only fifteen minutes away by car from them. But then again, what's the point in coming over to an empty house?

After mom died, something broke inside of dad. He's not a loving, cheerful man he was while she was alive, nor is he the father he used to be. He works a lot more than he used to, and in those rare occasions he does come home, his stay never fulfills Elena's expectations.

She turns her laptop on, pulls the pizza out of the oven, and prepares herself to watch a bundle of shows she had missed out on this week.

"Bekah, if you touch those muffins, I will cut your hand off," Stefan said with his head stuck in the fridge in the search of some milk. Rebekah gazed at the plate of muffins before pushing them off on the other side of the counter because she knew Stefan means serious business.

"Where's my treat?" Rebekah makes a pouty face as Stefan turns around with a bottle of milk in his hands.

He was eyeing here, obviously in the process of thinking, before a grin appears on his face. "There are some raisins in the cabinet above the sink," he grins at her devilishly.

"Ha-ha-ha," she says sarcastically, "Very funny," she had her serious face on.

"I was not trying to be funny," he winks at her as he takes one of the muffins from the plate and pushes it inside of his mouth.

Rebekah rolls her eyes at him, several of times, before leaning across the counter. "You were bugging that Elena girl again," she says, even though Stefan knew she said it for another reason but making a simple statement.

"Gilbert?" Stefan says her name in that mocking tone of voice. Rebekah raises her eyebrow at him, and he tries to pretend he hasn't seen it. "Tried to bug her. I rarely leave her speechless, her tongue is too long and too fast. Pesky little thing," he gets another bite of a muffin.

"I have heard you were friends," she says suggestively.

Stefan chips on a bit of chocolate sticking out from the crumbling dessert, "Were being the key word."

Rebekah gets closer to him, circling the plate with her finger. Stefan slaps her hand as her fingers get dangerously close to his muffins. "Why did you stop?" she tries to distract him, "Being friends, I mean."

He shrugs his shoulders. "We were kids," he licks his fingers off before grabbing another muffin, "With how many people from your childhood have you stayed friends?"

Rebekah sighs. "That's different, Stefan," she looks at him, "I moved across the country because of my mom. I never had a chance to stay friends with them," she says with a shaky tone of voice. Rebekah does that a lot, use her shaky voice, especially in one of the situations which require experiencing emotions. She spends a lot of her time thinking about what could have been, too.

She had a point, but Stefan did not want to go further into that discussion.

"She seems nice," Rebekah says, knowing which buttons to push to shake him.

"She's loud, she always thinks she's right, and she always has to have the last word," Stefan furrows his brows, "She's not nice, she's plain annoying," he puts the last bite of muffin in his mouth before getting a glass and pouring some milk inside of it.

"She would be good for you," Rebekah bumps her hip into his, "Seems like type of a girl who knows how to talk."

A devilish grin appears on Stefan's face again. "I like women who use their mouth for a purpose other than talking."

Rebekah laughs, but slams him on the arm nevertheless.

"I know," she exhales loudly, getting a glass of milk herself, "Considering your choice of women," she looks at him with the corner of her eyes.

The corners of his lips curve into a smile. "Careful now, those girls are your friends."

"I have no friends," Rebekah says while taking small sips of milk.

Stefan puts his hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt. "And what am I?" he asks offended.

"You're more of a pet," Rebekah responds, and her reply is followed by a light chuckle.

"British hag."

"American trash."

"I don't think she likes me, though."

"Who?"

"Elena," Rebekah shoots him one of hers have-you-not-been-listening-to-me looks.

Stefan rolls his eyes so hard that for a moment he has a feeling they will roll inwards. He can't believe they're still on this topic. So, like with everything he doesn't know how to handle, he chooses to ignore it.

"Now, why wouldn't anyone like you? You're such a delight to be around," Stefan teases her, and this time she picks up a magazine from the counter and slams him on the head with it.

Stefan yelps in pain while caressing his scalp.

They both go back to sipping their milk. They're silent for quite some time before Stefan decides to be nice and says, "She doesn't dislike you because of you. She dislikes you because you're my friend."

Rebekah glares at him, knowing she should not push it, surprised he even said this much. There are certain things Stefan doesn't talk about and Elena Gilbert is one of them.

Before she even gets a chance to say anything at all, a sleepy voice interrupts them. "I thought I've heard your voices," they turn their heads around and notice Damon standing by the door, stretching himself.

It's two in the afternoon, also known as Damon's wake up time. Stefan rolls his eyes, but a delightful smile appears on Rebekah's face.

Damon passes by Stefan, barely noticing him standing there, and smiles back at Rebekah. He puts his hands around her waist and kisses her cheek before saying, "Morning, sweet cheeks."

Sweet cheeks? Stefan almost pukes out the delicious muffins he just ate.

Damon rolls Rebekah around and kisses her tenderly. His hands roam on her ass, and her hands creep under his shirt.

"Please," Stefan basically screams at them, "Don't ever do that in front of me again," they put their make out session on pause to look at Stefan who looked like he's just been through a trauma. "Better yet, don't ever do that in front of anyone," disgust is evident on his face as he closes his eyes, trying to forget what he had just seen.

Both Damon and Rebekah laugh at the same time. He kisses the tip of her nose before he yells, "Muffins!" and reaches his hand towards the plate.

But Stefan was faster than him, and he had managed to save muffins from his brother's greedy hands. "Firstly, my muffins!" Stefan pouts, "Secondly, never touch food after squeezing someones ass," Stefan shakes his head.

Damon frowns. "I'm hungry," he looks at Stefan like he's ready to wrestle him for the muffins.

Stefan smirks at him. "Well, you have one giant muffin right there in your hands," Stefan winks at Rebekah at the moment she shows him her middle finger. "She's extra crispy, too," he adds before turning around to leave the room.

As much as he hated to admit it, Damon and Rebekah were perfect for each other. He never met two more negative, sarcastic assholes who try so hard to displease their parents.

"Bekah, when you're done playing with my brother, I'll be in the living room," Stefan yells as he steps into the hallway, pretty sure if her wants to keep his eyes, and sanity, he shouldn't turn around.

AN: So, here it is, another story. After everything, I've realized I love writing HS Stelena the most. And this time, we have them in extra sassy edition ;)

So, what do you think? How does the story seem to you so far? Should I continue writing it?

I enjoyed writing Stebekah friendship in one of my earlier stories I just had to include them here too!