Chapter Two:
The beautiful thing about waking up after a night of rough drinking is that you don't remember anything you did the night before. You can only remember bits and pieces of what you did. That part wasn't a good thing for me. I clearly remember kissing my best friend. I kissed my best friend who also happened to be my other best friend's ex-boyfriend.
Oh God.
I kissed Stefan last night.
Oh God.
I told Stefan that I was in love with him.
Stefan, wait, where on Earth was Stefan? I slowly sat up and looked around my bedroom, no Stefan. I got out of my bed, my head pounding, a side effect of my night of drinking. I decided in that moment that I probably shouldn't drink anymore. I did stupid things when I got drunk.
I told Stefan I was in love with him.
Was I in love with Stefan?
I loved Stefan. I had always loved Stefan. Stefan had been my best friend since he saved me from Damon on the night that I turned. Stefan had been my friend when I was so confused. I didn't know who I was anymore, but Stefan always knew who I was. Stefan knew who I was even when I didn't.
Is that what love is?
Is it love when someone knows who you are even when you have no idea?
Stefan was in love with Elena. Stefan told me once that it was always going to be Elena. Stefan was always going to love Elena.
But, he kissed me back last night. Stefan had kissed me back last night. I remembered that much.
"Caroline?" I heard Stefan's voice coming from my living room and I immediately jumped back on to my bed, my eyes widening a little bit.
"Yeah?" I ran my fingers through my hair trying to make it look at least somewhat presentable.
Stefan walked in to my bedroom dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a gray long sleeved t-shirt, God. Why did he have to look like that? He looked like a Greek God without even trying to.
"Hey." That was all I could muster up, a simple hey. Fantastic. Hey, Stefan. Sorry I told you I was in love with you last night but I think I kind of might be. I might be in love with you, but you sort of love someone else so, there is always that?
"Hey," Stefan slid his hands in to his front pockets looking at me with those gorgeous green eyes; I couldn't think when he was looking at me like that. I couldn't think period at this point and time.
"So about last night. I shouldn't have kissed you like that. You were vulnerable and I took advantage of that and I am so sorry. I don't want to take advantage of you. You are my best friend, and you are lonely."
My heart sunk in my chest. Stefan had just basically told me how he felt without even having to say it straight out loud. Stefan's face was saying it all. Stefan was still in love with Elena. Stefan was always going to be in love with Elena and I was just some girl who could distract him from this. Stefan Salvatore would never love me.