That was one hell of a season finale. Don't you agree? I wasn't satisfied by the Klaroline moment though, so I decided to write this. Hope you like!
I hate blind dates. I utterly hate them. Not only does Elena have no taste in guys (She's in a relationship with Damon, of all suitors), but she doesn't actually know any of the guys she sets me up with. She literally picks them of the street; at least, that's what it seems like. The last guy she set me up with was homeless. She thought she was doing me a favour. Told me it would "boost my self-esteem" and all that nonsense. True, I've been off my game recently, but that was only because of the incident with Stefan. We became really close, and then one thing led to another. Two days later, we met up again, and when I tried to kiss him, he told me he didn't think of me that way, that he still had feelings for Elena. Almost as if he didn't have any idea we'd hooked up. Lately it had seemed like he had multiple personalities.
I walked into the Mystic Grill and quickly scanned the area. Elena and Damon were sitting at the bar; she saw me, pointed to a lonely figure, and winked at me. She then proceeded to turn back round, and focus her attention on her psychopathic boyfriend. Ugh. They really needed to get a room; they were well-known for getting down to business on the pool table after hours.
After what seemed like forever, I plucked up the courage and strolled over to the table where the man was sitting. From a distance he looked like a shadow, and I felt drawn to him, he felt familiar. As I got nearer, I realised why. This guy was no stranger; we had history.
If you've read any of my other FanFics, you'll know that I write very short chapters, but I update regularly.
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