Day 3: Elena + Adolescence
End Up Dreaming, Instead of Sleeping
Elena, Tyler, and Caroline broke into the Salvatore boarding house once. They were sixteen and fearless. Elena and Caroline snuck into Tyler's room and drank tequila, draping themselves over his bed until he finally returned to his room. Elena hands the bottle off to Caroline and bounces over to him, a wicked grin alight on her face. He looks down at her suspiciously.
"Why are you in my room?" he asks, not bothering to wonder how they got there in the first place. Elena's wicked grin widens.
"Would you like to see the inside of the Salvatore boarding house?" she counters roguishly. Caroline saunters over and drapes her arms around Elena's neck, offering the bottle to him. He exams the two girls in front of him, and then he grins, taking the bottle from the blonde.
"Let's go," he crows excitedly, taking a long drink. The girls grin and lead him to the window, no one wanted to explain their endeavor to his parents. Elena slides out the window and nimbly deposits herself into his tree, scaling down quickly. Caroline follows, and then Tyler with the tequila bottle.
They run through the woods like the reckless children they are, swinging the bottle between the three of them, spinning and tripping and laughing like maniacs. It doesn't take them long to pass the property line into the Salvatore's woods. Elena leads them towards the back, explaining in a hushed whisper that she overheard her father telling her mother that Zach was out of town.
Caroline plucks a bobby pin from her blonde hair and makes short work of the lock, Tyler swore in admiration of her skill. Elena giggles and allows Caroline to lead her in, Tyler following after.
"Fuck," Tyler swears appreciatively, taking in the décor. Elena nods in agreement.
"This place is gorgeous," Caroline squeals, sprawling across one of the couches. Elena giggles and nods her head. She skips over to the counter full of bottles of liquor, and then searches through them, sniffing bottles and tasting daintily. Finally she settles on a Scotch, pouring herself a glass. She skips over to the center of the room, sprawling herself out on the luxurious carpet.
"Ugh, I want to sleep on this floor," she declares, lifting her head up to take a sip of her scotch. Tyler laughs and sprawls out next to her, the crown of his head touching the side of her head and the very tip of her ear.
"I second that," he groans appreciatively. Caroline moves from her spot on the couch to lounge on Elena's other side. She let's out a low sound of contentment.
Elena stares at the ceiling and smiles drunkenly, this was nice, being young and crazy, being where she wasn't supposed to be, being there with her friends.
"I wish we could stay like this," she says softly. Tyler nods in agreement, but Caroline turns to look at her, hearing the deeper note in her voice.
"Stay like what?" the blonde questions innocently. Elena stares at the ceiling, spinning her scotch 'round and 'round in its glass.
"Happy," Elena answers finally.