Chapter 10.
I shift uncomfortably, my limbs have become stiff. I roll over onto my side, realizing that I had fallen asleep on the sofa in the lounge room. I try to move to lie on my stomach, and I fall off the lounge. Dizzy spells ensue; I stay on the floor and place my forearm across my eyes, trying to steady myself. Breathing in and out, this helps to be lying on a solid surface. I drag myself up to my bedroom and remove my shirt and pants, to have a shower. I examine my sinew skin in the mirror, locating all the bruises with my eyes. It is odd to see the damage of an accident I didn't remember. I have a hot shower, it eases all the achiness from my muscles, I leave the shower and wrap a thick towel around me to keep me from the chill.
I walk into my room and Stefan was sitting in the chair near the window. When he saw me, he actually had the decency to be embarrassed. The look on his face, reminded me that I was in fact only wearing a towel. I step into the closet quickly, "Um hi Stefan ? Can I ask why you are here? And who let you in?".
"Oh your front door was unlocked, and I said I would be back to check on you, I am sorry I thought you would get dressed in the bathroom". I have to admit the idea did occur to me, for once I decided not to and there happens to be a gorgeous guy sitting in there. "Oh yeah, well normally I don't have people show up unexpectedly in my bedroom, that's more a serial killer thing" I smiled jokingly, and then remembered he could see my face, stupid. Why was I acting like a school girl with a crush?
I could hear his smile "yeah getting you when you least expect it, I can leave if you want me to, I didn't want to presume anything" from the closed door, I could hear him get up, awaiting my response to his statement. "No, I will be ready in a minute, I will meet you in the kitchen, I am starving". "Are you hungry for anything in particular?" For a minute there, I was not sure whether he meant food. Oh wow could this get out of control; I needed to get my emotions in check. He left and I hurriedly threw on a dress and some underwear. Coming out of the closet, my hair was a mess, I tried to brush through it at a gentle pace, but still managed to rip out a fair bit. Thinking back, mum used to love combing my hair until it felt like silk. That memory was unbidden and comforting in a strange way, I really hope I am making them proud of me.
Heading downstairs I could smell something amazing. Entering the kitchen, Stefan was chopping up onions and throwing them into a boiling pot. "I hope you like minestrone soup; it was my favorite when I was not feeling the best". The smell alone made me feel the hunger I have been ignoring for days now. "That smells amazing, where did you learn how to cook?" Thinking it rare that a teenage boy knew how to do anything but play football and drive fast cars. He finished chopping and was washing his hands at the sink. "my mother was always fond of cooking from scratch, she taught me from a young age about how to blend flavors together" he had a faraway look on his face , clearly the reminder of his mother had many memories attached to it. "Was? As in she is no longer with you anymore?" He shook his head and said no more about the women who clearly taught him a great deal. I didn't want to bring him down to my level so I changed the topic.
"So, other than finding the attention of Caroline, walking along highways and appearing in bedrooms, who is Stefan Salvatore?" I gave him a playful grin and picked up a piece of bread to chew on. He leveled me with his piercing green eyes. "What would you like to know?" He had a reserved look on his face, as if there was a part of him I would never know, as if he has a deep burden.
"Are you here with your dad?" He glanced away from me briefly, taking a moment to compose an answer. "No, I am here in town with my Uncle, my father passed many years ago" I consider his words, how alike we seem to be, having no parents at such a pivotal time in our adolescence. "Any siblings? I have one, he seems to go against the grain but he is still a good brother" He grinned at that , "yes sibling rivalry seems to go hand in hand with being related , I have one brother , we are estranged , he is older than me 22" He stared at me , seemingly weighing up an idea in his head. "What about you, what makes Elena Gilbert tick?" While I sat there to ponder his question, he was taking the soup off the boil and placing the meal in a bowl for me, placing it right in front of me. The smell distracted me from my line of thought, it smelled divine.
He was staring at me expectantly, "Oh sorry but this soup smells amazing" He grinned "of course it would if you haven't eaten in days , anything would smell amazing" The look on my face made him realize he had offered too much information. "How could you have known I hadn't eaten in days? "How could he have known that, I didn't tell anyone? I frowned at him. His face gave away his panic and suddenly I was eating alone. This soup is amazing; who knew canned soup could be so delicious.
Meanwhile
I can't believe I compelled her, why did I have to be so open with her. Sitting outside her front door, leaving the instant I compelled her to forget I was even there. I leaned against the front door and closed my eyes; I have done the exact thing I promised I would never do to her all because I made a slip of the tongue. "Well well, looks like you're a naughty little vamp now aren't you steffy" The very last person I needed to see right now.
I like this chapter, I was able to open up the two characters and have a little fun with it
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