Stefan's chest was aching. He tied the bow tightly around his neck and straightened his jacket. Bending down he grabbed a slim black comb of the night stand next to his bed, and slid it through his bronze hair. The aching in him came from loneliness. Elena and Bonnie had left a couple of days ago, exactly seventy eight hours ago, to see Jeremy at his cousins. Stefan walked over to the nightstand where a white envelope lay, on it, in golden scrawl, was his name. He took it gazed over the invitation to the Michelson's Founders party. A light breeze in the room announced his brother's presence. "Damon", he sighed, rolling his eyes he turned around. "Brother", Damon smiled at him, "don't tell me, you're still sulking about Elena." Before Stefan could snarl a reply Damon pulled out an identical white envelope. He grinned, "I'm going too, and will you be my date brother." Stefan was annoyed by Damon, he had been ever since he found out about him and Elena kissing. The air between them was tense. Stefan looked out the window, into the twilight. "So date, I have a feeling tonight is going to be exciting", Stefan turned around smiling.