Sorry that it's so short!


Stefan's POV:

I hadn't seen my brother since leaving the square at midnight. It was two in the morning now, and I was starting to wonder what he was doing. He never was out this late these days. It's crazy.

"Hey," Elena walked into the room. "Still haven't found anyone who knows where he is?"

"No," I said. "It's weird, he's always in whenever I'm here and he can torture me or you're here and he can try to steal you."

Elena laughed.

"Yeah, that is what Damon would usually do. We have to trust him, though. After all, he's older than you and me, he can take care of himself."

Elena went home and I went to bed.