Outside Looking In
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Sarah: I have decided on Matt this chapter. I figured the first boyfriend she ever had deserves his turn before the guy who didn't really hang out with her all that much before becoming a supernatural. Anyways, review replies are up first then the chapter. Hope I do okay on Matt's perspective as I've only ever written a couple paragraphs in one story from his perspective.
REVIEW REPLIES
KarinaGuardian: as I do not recall seeing your name in my reviews before, I first want to wish you a warm welcome. And yeah, they are trying to go at it in the worst of places. That will continue for a bit longer because I find it vastly amusing to interrupt them at this point in the story.
Aurore: don't worry about poor wording due to language barriers. I could understand what you meant well enough. I'm glad you liked it. Here's the next chapter.
Chapter 6
She Used to Be Mine
She used to be mine, before the Salvatore brothers ever even knew she existed. But even before she had 'officially' met them, she had broken up with me. She had told me she had only dated me because everyone seemed to expect it of her and that she had given it her very best shot, but she just didn't love me. Not the way everyone seemed to think she should have at the time. She told me she felt like she was trying to date her brother when she was with me.
I'll admit, at the time, I had been thoroughly heartbroken and kept hoping that she'd change her mind, that it was the grief from the crash that killed her parents talking and not her. But after watching her interactions with Damon for nearly two years now, I'll admit it: I wish to one day find someone who will look at me the way she looks at him, all starry-eyed and full of love and devotion. I had never seen such an expression on anyone's face before when they looked at someone, except maybe her parents when they looked at each other.
I guess that's what she had been searching for all along, the kind of love her parents had shared. I don't mean her biological parents we had discovered in the past two years, that she had out there. I mean Grayson and Miranda Gilbert; the parents everyone had thought were her real parents until Stefan dug into her past and discovered the truth about her adoption.
And even I can see that she has that kind of love with Damon, much as it hurts to lose the dreams I had carried around since childhood. It's hard to accept that we had both fallen into what was 'comfortable' when we started dating because of what the whole town expected. It's a bitter pill to swallow, that's for sure.
Even though I've reluctantly accepted that Elena and I were never meant to be, I still groan at what I see when I drop by her house to drop off a book she had let me borrow a few weeks ago. Sure, I may be a jock, but I also like to read when I have the chance. And despite having nearly 60 hour weeks split between work and school, I still manage to snatch time for a chapter here and there, usually before bed.
The Gilberts have always had an 'open door' policy for friends of the family and that hasn't changed even the slightest since Grayson and Miranda's deaths. Their policy is that during the day hours, if the house is unlocked, any family friend can just come right on in without knocking.
But what Elena and Damon are doing on the couch should have merited a locked door! "C'mon guys! You know about the 'open door' policy! Why did you leave the front door unlocked if you were going to do that!" I cry out as I quickly back out, closing the door behind me.
Damon's load groan of serious sexual frustration can be heard even by my human ears from the front steps. I'm not stupid. That has to mean I'm not the first to come upon them in such positions. I just wish I had access to brain bleach to scrub that image from my mind. I had never gotten even to third base with Elena. And Damon had been very, very close to home when I showed up. But I'm not going to think about it and pray my fallible human mind forgets it quickly. That is not something you want to catch an ex doing with someone else when you're still struggling with feelings for them!
She used to be mine, but I have to finally learn to move on. Her heart has chosen who it wants and he's not going to ever make a dumb mistake that would cost him that precious gift.
Sarah: thanks so much for reading this far and being so understanding of my stubborn muse. As you can clearly see the past little bit, patience is a well-rewarded virtue. We have all been rewarded greatly with all these new chapters to old stories. I hope it continues for a good bit longer! Fingers crossed, knock on wood, and all that.