I wanted to write this chapter from Stefan's POV. So that we have an idea on how they both truly feel. Your reviews are always appreciated. I hope you like this chapter. Tell me what you think
I have been on a hundred different dates throughout my life since I was a high school student who had an extremely awkward haircut and braces until nowadays. But never have I once felt this way about someone since those days of oblivion. I know that I have only seen her once before, and I know that I can't be reckless when It comes to giving away my heart, especially after my most remarkable experience … but I don't feel like I can control it. There was something in her eyes that drew me in and held me captive. She had a fiery look in her chocolate brown eyes. Her gaze made me feel accepted and warm. And she had this spark in them, which mirrored what an intelligent person she truly is. So here I am, holding a bouquet of sunflowers with my overly sweaty palms and standing in front of her door. I check my watch and when I realize that I'm exactly on time I knock slightly. My heart skips a beat when I see her standing in front of me. She looks absolutely ravishing. My lips part a little and I stare at her for a moment, I just want to memorize how she looks, every single detail. She has her long slick hair worn down and she is wearing knee high black leather boots and a mini matching skirt along with a white shirt and a dark grey blazer. She does definitely look like a writer. She welcomes me inside after I give her the flowers, and we exchange a quick hug which drew a huge smile on her beautiful face.
"You have a really nice place, Elena" I say while moving my look from one item to another
"Thank you. I think it's too plain. I never really had time to sit down and decorate. I could use Caroline's help in that department "she replied while following my stare with hers.
"I differ. I think that's what's so nice about it. It feels like you. It portrays your personality: So simple, and organized yet so beautiful and unique in its own way. At first everything seems to be specifically in place and well thought out but then I look at that painting or one of those souvenirs thingies and I think how stupid I've been not to see the exotic and exceptional second part that the place portrays. Just like you" I state while pointing with my finger at the different objects I mentioned then finally settling my look on her.
We stare at one another for a while, I don't know for how long. But it's not awkward and it's not boring. We just appreciate that we are both here, together, at this moment. I for one was slightly surprised with my words because I didn't think twice before saying any of them. And she looked flattered and shy… She let out a hint of a smile. She didn't know what to say; I guess I caught her off guard. Or maybe I just made an entire scenario out of something random. I don't know, but I don't regret saying what I say because it was honest and true. And I think that truth and honesty should be celebrated and not denied.
"Honestly… How much you seem to understand me terrifies me. I'm not really an open book and I never liked the idea of being exposed. I'm still working on the sharing part " She breaks the quiet while motioning at me to sit down and join her on the couch.
" I understand. I'm not an open book either. But I do think that it's nice to have someone that gets what's storming in your brain and who you are from time to time."
" Can't argue you that Stefan Salvatore!... You must be starving, let me check up on dinner.. I'll be back in a flash" She said and hurried towards her kitchen but she ran back towards me after a short minute with a look of displease and embarrassment drawn all over her face.
"Um.. I'm sorry but dinner is ruined. Cooking, add it to the least of things I'm not very good at, more like unbelievably horrible at"
I smile at her, because I like how she looks even though she's in a situation of discomfort so I say to ease it up
" I know! And that's exactly why there is homemade, extremely delicious lasagna in my backseat right downstairs. You know, if you want some? " I mention
"Wait! How did you know that I can't cook? " She says surprised and while cocking her eyebrows
" Lucky guess! "
I wake up after another long tireless night. Our date was such a beautiful adventure that took place in a small apartment in new York. I liked the sound of that. We ate the lasagna I made, and Elena couldn't stop complementing my cooking skills and made me promise to teach her even though she thinks she is a lost cause. We drank red wine and shared childhood stories, and that's how I learned that she is from a small town called Mystic Falls and that she is still bestfriends with the same two girls since they were all six : Caroline Forbes and Bonnie Bonnett but Caroline is more present in her life right now since Bonnie is out of the country due to business. We sat down on the floor and shared a bottle of nutella and laughed like children which was my favorite part of the whole night. She is a very interesting and fun person to be around…
"Yes Rebekah! I am absolutely sure that I'm mentally healthy! She's just different from everyone I know." I say in response to my best friend's accusations that I must be in some kind of physiological trauma
"Calm down, love! You can't really blame me for being shocked. I've known you for six years now and I just realized that you're such a nutella fanatic " She jokes around, as usual.
"Very funny! So should I call her now or when I get back home? " I ask with utter seriousness that he facial expressions change.
" Are you bloody kidding me? You can't call the morning after your first date. She is probably still asleep. Not everyone is immune to hangovers like yourself you know. She'll think you're some stalker. Just give it time darling" She advises me
"I'm willing to take my chances! I'll give her a call when I go home"
"Aren't you one stubborn guy?" She declares
"I learned from the best, Love! " I answer mockingly
"Attempting at making a sarcastic comeback and trying to perfect an English accent… isn't that progress?" I guess I can't beat her at her game.
It's just how Rebekah and I are. We joke around, we make fun of each other and ourselves at every single given chance. But if the situation would demand it, I would gladly take a bullet in the heart for her. She has been my best friend for years now and a very big part of my life. I love everything about her: Her endless snarky sarcastic comments, her ability to turn my day around and make me laugh. Rebekah has been everywhere! She traveled all around the world since she was a kid with her parents and siblings. Until someday she decided to settle down in the city and get a job like us normal people. That's how I met her, she used to be Klaus' assistant for a while. Asides from being the best company I've had for ages , she is one of the prettiest girls I've met: she has deep blue eyes that are tremendously captivating, her blonde hair falls perfectly on her shoulders and her freckles remind me of home. And did I mention how jealous I am of her accent? She is originally from England.
Anyway, she and I have been through so many tears and laughter together. That's why I can't help it but to go to her whenever something happens in my life. I trust her and her opinions. And even though I would never admit it to her face, but I absolutely adore her comments and sense of humor. She is once special girl that I'm very lucky to have in my life.
" I almost forgot! Speaking of brunettes… Guess who called me last night? " She said out of the blue
"Sandra Bullock?" I answer jokingly. I do watch a lot of movies.
" Close enough! Katherine Pierce, your high school sweetheart"
And that's when I forgot how to speak.