I let out a deep sigh, practically glaring into the mirror as I tried to get into a pair of leather skinny jeans that clung way too much. My hair was teased up, and heavy makeup outlined my eyes, somehow making them look even bigger. I hated this costume -a lot- but I couldn't describe the way I felt in it; I felt edgy, bold... like the character I was playing.
It was interesting.
Finally, once I got the jeans on, I smoothed out the front of my tank top and made sure my lip gloss looked okay, despite my makeup artist's orders not to touch it.
That was when the knock came to my door, making me jump a little bit. "Miss Gilbert? I have your coffee... One cream and two sugars just like you asked." His strange Italian-British-American accent, one that wasn't found too often here in London -or anywhere- made me relax in recognition. I quickly opened the door for him.
"Thanks, Stefan," I forced out a smile. "And please... stop calling me Miss Gilbert. Elena's perfectly fine." I made sure to be extra loud, in case anyone on set was walking by.
"I'd prefer Miss Gilbert," he replied flatly, keeping his gaze to the ground as he adjusted his glasses. It seemed to be something he was quite used to doing around me at work, looking away, keeping his green eyes as far away from meeting mine as possible. I hated it. "It's more... professional."
I fought back the urge to roll my eyes. I hated it when he acted like this, though I understood, and I quickly closed the dressing room door behind him. Taking the coffee out of his loose hands, I stepped close, lifting his chin so that our faces were inches apart. His eyes, hidden behind those black, nerdy glasses that were stupidly in style instantly softened when he heard the click of the door, his arms quickly wrapping around my waist to pull me against him. His lips, his soft and alluring lips, brushed against my cheek and I briefly closed my eyes. "When am I going to be able to take you on a real date, Elena?" he whispered. I loved the way he said my name, as if it was the most unique sound that had ever escaped his lips; he gave me chills.
"Soon," I answered quickly, lifting his head up so his eyes were gazing into mine. "As soon as I get management off of my back and the paparazzi, I'm all yours, love." With that, I crashed my lips against his eagerly, and he complied, pulling me so close my body rushed with a sudden fire.
I had no clue how it happened... Stefan and me. He was an intern, the last person I ever should have even spoken to, but somehow, we just happened.
We had to keep it a secret though; I hated it so much, and I knew he did too, even though he wouldn't admit it to me. I knew I couldn't have bad publicity right before my movie came out. But nevertheless, that didn't matter too much to us... as long as we could have simple, secluded moments like these. They were enough.
Somehow, by chance of fate, I fell in love with Stefan Salvatore, and this is my story.
AN: Okay, this is a new fanfic I'm starting :) This is a little taste of it and I hope you all enjoyed it! Please review and let me know what you thought! Should I continue? Thanks! Xoxo
-Sara