A/N: I will be switching it up a little in the beginning here to tell you what both Stefan and Elena are doing before they finally meet up. I really hope you all are enjoying this! :D
Stefan woke up the following day just as the sun peaked up over the ocean. He smiles as he gets out of bed, going to the window to watch then sun rise, wishing Elena was beside him. He couldn't wait for today, one last trip to the beach before classes started, and he was going to make it special. Looking at the alarm clock on his bed, he sighed. He wasn't meeting Elena until ten, a long five hours from now. Reaching under his mattress, Stefan pulled out his journal. He had forgotten to pack it when he left for vacation, and he had much to write about. Sitting down at his desk and grabbing a pen, Stefan send Elena a good morning text before starting to write a long, very fun fulled entry about his vacation.
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Elena woke up to the soft buzzing of her phone, smiling as she reached for it and saw that Stefan had texted her. He had been up early, and was probably sleeping again now. Elena texts Stefan good morning, looking at the clock as she got out of bed. She had her own room, and for that she was thankful. It was about eight in the morning, and after going down to the cafe to get a small iced coffee, Elena pulled her Diary out from its hidden spot under her mattress, grabbing a pen from her desk before curling up on her bed. She had forgotten her Diary over vacation, and she had so much to write about, and hoped she could finish before she had to go to Stefan's place.
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Stefan sat outside the front porch of his house, looking through an email his brother had sent him. Stefan was excited to start working for his brother the following year. Graduation was next June, and it was September now, so he only had nine months to go. Nine months he hoped to spend with Elena.
"Stefan!" Elena called, running up to his house, her beach bag on her shoulder. She met him on the front porch, taking a seat beside him as she leaned over to give him a kiss. Stefan kissed Elena back, smiling happily.
"Good morning. Are you ready for today?" Stefan asks, looking at her attire. He could see her blue bikini peaking out from under her Mint green tank top, paired with black athletic shorts, sunglasses and flip flops. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she looked amazing. Stefan had gone simple, his swim trunks, a white muscle shirt, flip flops, and sunglasses.
Elena grinned. "Totally ready. Do you have any ideas on what to do first? Cause I was thinking we could hang at the beach then come back here and swim. And I could cook supper for you." Elena blushed. She had never cooked for anyone but herself and her friend Bonnie, but she wanted to cook for Stefan. She looked around his porch and spotted two surf boards. "You surf?" She asked, surprised.
Stefan nods. "I learned from my brother a few years ago. Have you ever surfed?"
Elena shook her head. "I've always wanted to try, but lessons are too expensive and the teachers always seem like they would be to touchy-feely." Elena feigned a shudder. Stefan chuckled.
"I can teach you today, if you'd like. And after classes we can always come out and keep practicing."
Elena grins and hugs Stefan tightly, kissing him. "You are the best! Lets go now! I wanna learn!"
Stefan couldn't help the smile he felt take over his face at Elena's eagerness to learn. "We gotta stop by the surf shop to get you a rash-guard shirt. I have to get a new one too cause mine is pretty worn in, then we can hit the waves."
Stefan stood and took Elena's hand, pulling her to her feet before grabbing both surfboards, he had a spare from when he started, then the two of them took off for the beach. After stopping and buying their shirts, they found a great spot near the water and set up. Stefan could tell Elena was anxious to get in the water, and smiled as she changed into her new cap-sleeve shirt. He saw her take off the necklace he had gotten her and stow it safely in her bag. After dawning his own shirt, he showed Elena how to get on, paddle out, and get to her feet on the sand, the two of them laughing as they both practiced and failed to get to their feet the first time. After a few tries, Stefan thought Elena was ready to out into the water. They both picked up their boards, when someone Stefan had prayed he wouldn't hear or see today, called out his name.
A\N: Things are heating up, can Stefan handle what's about to come?
