Disclaimer:I don't own TVD, if I did Jess would be in it okay
Warning: There are some offensive words in this chapterrr
Notes: I miss Lexi okay
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you did not just call me a slut
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"What on earth are you even doing here?" he asks suspiciously for what seems the fifteenth time.
"I told you Stefan, I am here to see you," she supplies again, impatiently, always so impatient.
He just stares at her. They haven't seen each other for literal ages. Almost six decades, he hasn't heard her bickering with Lexi (the pang in his chest, that he always feels when he thinks of his best friend, so much more apparent now Jess is sitting right in front of him) because that was just 'the kind of friends they were'. He has missed her. Missed this. He tries not to think of Lexi too much – it only makes him loathe his brother and himself more – but when he does, Jess' crowing laugh mingled with Lexi's angry screams are always in the forefront of his mind. For some reason they had always been getting each other in to the worst situations that left one of them livid.
He had always admired how easily they made peace – usually Lexi would just hit Jess in the face, or vice-versa, which would be it. Sometimes they would just get bored with screaming and apparently decided to be civil with each other again. If you could've called only one aspect of their friendship civil.
"God, is it such a surprise? Since when can't I check up on my friend?" For one second there is somewhat of a worried look on her face, but she recovers, like always.
"It's been quite a few years, Jess."
She snorts very un-ladylike. "It's not like we're gonna die."
The smirk that had been sitting on her face for the entire conversation slid of now, and all Stefan can do is look at her. God, how very disappointing. He was supposed to be the tactful one.
He had never actually asked her how old she was, but he had always suspected she was way older than she let on. Sometimes he would see it in her eyes, this kind of pain he was seeing now, but she would recover so quick he knew. He knew she was probably fucking ancient compared to him, because there was no way he could just forget about (ignore) the pain without turning all of it off.
He had to say something, damn it.
"She is dead, Jess."
She had been sitting there, staring at him without any emotion showing. But when he said it, she smiled. She smiled. For a terrifying second Stefan thought she was really crazy now – just completely nuts, no way back – but thank God he then saw the warm shining in her eyes. It wasn't anything close to crying, more like a hint of a tear.
She laughs in earnest. "She died a heroes death right? It's exactly what she would've wanted, Stef."
He tries not to flinch at the nickname.
"Well, have you buried her? We could visit the grave. Show a little respect for dead sluts."
"Sluts. You're now calling your dead best friend a slut," he informs her dryly, shaking his head at the way the conversation turned to calling dead best friends names.
"Ah, I can think of way worse things I called her, the goddamn cumdumpster."
They didn't really stop laughing until half an hour later, and then it was only because Elena had come in.
"What's all the laughing about?" she asks meekly, Stefan already by her side.
"Cumdumpster," says Jess, extending her hand. "You must be Elena."
Stefan is really proud of himself for not bellowing 'how do you know her' protectively, for the record. He hates how protective he is of Elena, especially when she clearly does not want or need it. So he keeps it to himself. All the time. Frankly, he's getting sick of how Damon gets to be protective but he can't, because he's supposed to be better. Frankly, he's getting sick of a lot of things.
"Yeah."
"How is it? Being a vampire?"
Stefan sighs. Leave it to Jess to be absolutely not subtle at all. Without even introducing herself. For the love of God.
"Elena Gilbert, Jessima Helsen. She's an old friend and resident idiot of the vampire community."
Jess laughs sarcastically at that.
"You should have become a comedian, Stefan. You really missed your calling. Now let me talk to your girlfriend."
He wants to tell her. Tell her that Elena was not his girlfriend – hell, he didn't even know if they were friends right now – that Elena was dead now, because of him. That the Elena he loved, the human one, is gone forever and that he did all he could to stop himself from looking at pictures of the real her. Who was dead now. That he is pretty sure vampire Elena would choose Damon over him any day, that Damon probably won't care and go on and elope because he is more than a little pissed about the whole saving-Matt-first incident. And because he's Damon.
He wants to cry too, but it's not like h'es going to do that. And he is actually kind of scared that if he would open his mouth right now, all he would do was exactly that.
So he opens and then closes his mouth again.
Elena smiles at him and he would've shut up for that anyway.
"I thought you would know," Elena says warmly.
Stefan is actually surprised she is still trying to make people (vampires) comfortable. He knows that hadn't been his priority right after he'd turned.
"Oh no, it's been way too long to remember," Jess laughs.
Elena hummed, like she understood. "It gets better. At least, that's what they're all saying. If you can't even remember it, I suppose they're right."
Jess smiled in this weird faraway manner. "I suppose so too. Tell me then, what is it like?"
Stefan secretly hated it when other people got better results in consoling than him. It was his goddamn field, an art form he perfected. He knew it was weird to feel that way, but when you took into account how it was one of the only things he was actually good at, he thought he had all the right to. In his head. Anyway, he hated it. He especially hated it when totally untactful, obvious and blunt people like Jess, got better results.
Elena always told him she was fine – 'don't worry, Stefan' – and now she changed into a human (vampire) waterfall. Of words.
"Sucks. I'm so tired but I'm not. Do you even know what that's like? Like all I want to do is sleep, but when I try to, I can't."
"I know how that feels! It happens with sex too."
Oh god, so inappropriate. Even worse when Elena's eyes fleetingly glanced in his direction, which Jess obviously noticed.
"Anyway, I am hungry. So hungry, and I just seem to hate everything."
"I think I already had that when I was a human, though."
"I just want to punch things. Do you want to punch things?"
"You can punch things. Please. Be my guest."
Stefan rolls his eyes. "Okay, Jess, that's great. But let's not do unnecessary violence."
"It's not unnecessary if she wants it."
"God, you're more annoying than I remember."
"Your memory sucks."
And then she tackles Elena to the ground.
