Hey everyone! Just a quick note:
This is my first fic, and I know it's really short, and probably not much good, but any comments you have on it would be greatly appreciated. 3
Oh, and I don't own Vampire Diaries...
The unfortunate truth of the matter was, Elena knew who she needed to choose. She knew that she couldn't loose him, but she couldn't bear to break his brother's heart either. She knew that stringing them both along was wrong on so many different levels, but she didn't want to hurt either of them. But, the longer she strung them along the angrier Damon became and the more Stefan receded into his journals. She had to tell them.
Stefan heard the door open and listened as she slipped in, closed it behind her, and made her way up the stairs. As she appeared in his doorway he kept his eyes on his journal, waiting for her to make the first move. After what seemed to Stefan like an eternity, Elena cleared her throat and he looked up at her. She looked nervous, and he knew what she had come to say. He'd known it was coming for a while now, which is probably why he'd spent the last few days burying his head in his journals. He didn't want to face reality.
She did it. She told Stefan. He took it pretty well all considering. When she left the boarding house he was starting to pack. He couldn't stay in town to watch this, besides Damon would take care of her. Maybe he'd go find Katherine, at least then he wouldn't be alone.
Elena walked into the Grill that evening with a determined look on her face. She had finally told Stefan about her choice, but something was telling her that that was the easy part. He was sitting on his stool at the bar, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He didn't bother to look up when she came to sit next to him, he was pretty sure he didn't want to hear what she was going to say. But surprisingly she didn't say anything. She simply swiped his glass of bourbon, finished it off, and sat in silence as he stared at her.
Finally she turned to look at him. She saw the worry, anger, sadness, and confusion in his eyes, and all she wanted to do was make all of it go away. She wanted him to know that she had chosen him, but she didn't know how to tell him. So she did the one thing that she thought was least likely to backfire: she kissed him.
He had been watching her, and he saw the conflict behind her eyes, but a kiss the last thing expected that conflict result in. Not that he was complaining. It was a short kiss, just enough to make him forget why he was upset with her at all. When she pulled away, she looked into his eyes and smiled. "Come on," she said. Standing up and pulling him off his stool to follow her. He tossed some money on the bar as he followed her out the door, he could see that this was going to be a good night.