I hugged my arms to myself in a tight embrace. Nobody knows how I feel because I don't have or know anybody who cares about what I feel or think. It's always about someone else. It's always about Stefan being the Ripper, Elena being able to make my brother's hybrid's, Bonnie who knows how to do a certain spell, and Caroline who repeatedly dodges my brother's attempts to woo her. I know, it may seem selfish of me to thin about all of this, but hey. I was stabbed in the back and placed in a coffin by my own brother, stabbed my a girl who I thought was my friend right before one of the things I wanted the most(prom), and being repeatedly used and ignored. I can't help but think about these things and how alone I feel. Yes, I do have three brothers, but do they show any altruism towards me? No, they don't. I sighed, as I thought about this and flung myself down on the soft grass by the Salvatore's house and listened to Elena's constant bickering towards Damon and Stefan.

"Oh! Since when does being a 1,000 year old vampire ever have its perks?" I asked myself, as I became slightly enraged and bored with Elena's conversation with her lovers.

"Since you get to do whatever you want. You don't have to be stuck in the middle of everything. You can just get up and leave. That's the perk to being a 1,000 year old vampire," a husky voice from behind me said. I twirled my torso around and tried to keep the smile off of my face.

"Matt!" I shrieked in happiness and then rushed on,"What are you doing out here?"

He snorted,"Oh, the usual. They don't really involve me in their supernatural conflicts." He looked at the Salvatore's house with a look of sympathy.

I smiled,"What's to be involved in?"

He sighed and plopped down onto the grass and then stated, " Too many occurrences to count."

I laughed,"I know exactly how you feel." He looked at me, bewildered and I continued, "So, tell me, Matt, what are you doing out here alone this late at night?"

He propped his head up on his hands and started out,"Well, I actually came to find you."

"Oh, really? Since when does anyone want to see me?"

Matt cocked an eyebrow,"Are you seriously asking me that?"

I threw him a confused look and if I were standing, I would have placed my hand on my hip. "Yes, why?" I demanded.

He laughed, melodically,"Everyone wants to see you whether they admit it or not. Caroline probably wants to see you to ask you to stop your brother from getting on her nerves. Elena wants to see you to apologize once again for stabbing you in the back and probably wants to gain a stable relationship. Damon probably wants to see you for- yeah,you know what I mean and don't give me that look. You know it's true." I started to protest, but Matt carried on,"Stefan probably wants to see you to discuss the terms of the white oak stake. Klaus probably wants to talk to you about Caroline and Elena and Elijah probably wants to talk about you leaving town."

I looked at him curiously and said bitterly,"They all want to see me for purposes that aren't really for me, just for others, except maybe Elena."

Matt smiled, "But that's what makes you special. You talk to everyone and do everyone else's biddings. Your what keeps this town going. It's not Klaus, Damon, Stefan or anyone else. It's you."

Tears sprang to my eyes and I said,"I never thought of it that way before."

Matt shrugged,"Well, now you know."

I looked at him,"What about you?"

He looked at me puzzled,"What about me?"

I smiled and then said,"Why do you want to see me?"

Matt shrugged and then stated,"I want to see you because you don't get the attention that you deserve and I'm giving it to you."

"Thank you," I said simply and looked up at the stars. Matt stretched and looked upwards as well. He smiled and pointed out the obvious fact,"Your'e alone tonight. How come?"

I said," Because I don't have anyone who wants to hang out with me."

Matt groans, surprising me. "Really? I do. I want to hang out with you."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

He nodded and using my vampire speed, I was laying as close to him as possible. He seemed a bit shocked, but he relaxed after a second of hesitation. Just then, a shooting star sped through the sky and I whispered,"Make a wish."Matt and I looked at the star, as it passed by and then I looked at him.

"What did you wish for?" I asked, silently.

"If I told you, it wouldn't come true," he whispered, but then saw my pleading look and continued. "Alright, I wished for something that I can never ever have."