Hey Here is Chapter four. Im going to be honest, it's a tad boring. Nothing super eventful happens, but I pinky promise that the next one will be better. Sorry for the delay. I hope everyone likes it. Please R&R :)

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Disclaimer: I wish I owned the vampire diaries, but that is a wish that will never come true. L.J smith owns it. I own nothing except Marco. Not even his last name, just Marco. :)

Marco stared at the ceiling of his new room at the boarding house. The other day Stefan had talked to the land lady about letting him, and Damon, getting a room. Oddly she agreed. Finally he was able to get alone time away from his brothers, the girls, and Matt, who he had just met a few hours ago. The room was nice. It had a large, fluffy queen sized bed, and lots of elegant wooden chairs, and velvet couches. His room was painted a shade of red called carnelian. He would have rather preferred something more modern, but this was fine too. It had some odd, manly elegance to it that he like.

He was somewhat looking forward to school tomorrow. Stefan had made sure that he was enrolled yesterday morning. Maybe this town wasn't as boring as he originally assumed. Plus he would get some time away from his brothers. Stefan, and the girls had been hounding him about his past, wanting to know every detail of what he's been up to for the last five hundred years. It was getting annoying. He refused to tell them anything. It was none of their concern, and business.

Yawning, he looked at the time. It around 11, and he was actually getting tired. 'Strange,' He thought as he got up to turn off the light. Afterwards he got into his bed, and gradually fell asleep.

Stefan opened the door to Marco's room as quietly as he could to see if he was asleep. He did not want Marco to overhear anything they were discussing downstairs. He peeked his head into the room, and saw that he brother was knocked out. Quietly he closed the door, and headed to his room where Elena, Damon, Bonnie, Meredith, and Matt were waiting.

"So wait, he really is their younger brother?" Matt asked the girls as Stefan walked in. Damon rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, Matt. He really is. As we have told up for the hundredth time," Bonnie answered. "Hey Stefan. I'm just gonna guess, he's asleep?"

"Yeah, more liked knocked out, but still asleep," Stefan answered. "Am I the only one who thinks that he's hiding something?"

"No, its obvious the way he refused to talk about his past," Elena answered. "Maybe he did something that he regrets."

"Maybe he isn't as open as all of you are, and doesn't want to share his life story with people he barely knows," Damon said to them. "Just because he is here doesn't mean he has to tell us everything. And just because he doesn't tell us everything doesn't mean he has some big dark secret that you feel the need to figure out." Everyone stared at Damon, speechless.

"Damon does have a valid point. He doesn't really know us well. Why should he open up to us?" Meredith was shocked that she was actually agreeing with Damon.

"Well he knows Stefan well," Elena said.

"No, he knew Stefan well. Past tense," Meredith said. "He hasn't seen him in five hundred years."

"Great, so now that we have established that you were all blowing this out of proportion I am going to go to my room, and rest," Damon stood up, and walked out of the room.

"For now, I think we should just lay off of Marco," Meredith suggested. "You know, build up some trust. Maybe he'll tell us eventually." Everyone nodded at that agreeing with her, though Stefan did not want to. He wanted to know so much about Marco. For hundreds of years he assumed he was dead, and now to know he was alive. To know he was like him. That was something alright. Stefan wanted to know everything about Marco, to reconnect. Marco seemed to want to reconnect, but only to some extent. He was the moving forward type, not the looking back. A little while later Bonnie, Matt, and Meredith left, and he and Elena got ready for bed.

The next morning:

Marco did not enjoy the sunlight that hit his face, waking him up. Luckily he had not taken off his ring before he went to sleep like he usually did. That would have ended badly. Most of the time he woke up before the sun rose, so he did not have to keep his ring on. Now things were different. Sighing, he emerged from his bed, and began to get ready for his first day off school. 'Wow, it sounds odd to say that,' he thought to himself. He was kind of, dare he say it, nervous. Marco had never actually been to a modern day school, so he had no idea what it was like.

A couple of minutes later he was ready to leave. He grabbed his backpack, and hurried out of the room.

"Bye!" He called out as he saw Stefan, and Damon come down the stairs. He shut the door, and hurried toward his car, ready for the day.