Chapter Fifteen

That night, after showering for a good forty five minutes just to fully calm herself and settle down, Elena dressed in her short red and blue checkered pajama shorts and red tank top and walked towards her bed. She was stretching and yawning, exhausted when she heard the voice behind her, perfectly calm and sort of solemn, "Elena."

She knew who the voice belonged to even before she ook a deep breath, her heart rate soaring, and turned around, "Stefan." She said, fighting to keep her calm after the last time she had seen him and had caused her to cry. She was just tired of it now. Of loving him, and getting her heart torn and thrown around every time she tried.

She was just too exhausted and worn down to deal with any of it anymore, "What do you want?" She demanded, putting up her guarded expression to mask how she was feeling.

Stefan observed her expression and nodded slowly to himself, noting how she was keeping her face emotionless, something she hadn't often done towards him unless she was upset about something. But there was something else about her expression, something different from when they had been together. She seemed to have grown. Not physically, but mentally, and she gave off the air of superiority, or at least someone who was not to be messed with. She'd never had that air about her before. It surprised him, and impressed him a little. "I came because I wanted to apologize. I didn't mean to upset you earlier."

Elena's expression visibly softened. She'd assumed he'd come her to…well, she didn't actually know what to expect when he came here, just not this, not an apology. This was unexpected, but it caused the corners of he mouth to lift up in a smile. "Thank you."

Stefan smiled also. "Your welcome." He felt a bit awkwardness after that, so he tried to fill it the only way he knew how, "So what's going on between you and Damon?" It was honest curiosity-and a little bit of jealously though he wouldn't admit it. He looked at her, his eyebrows raised as he awaited her answer.

Elena swallowed hard, clearly not expecting the question. She didn't know what to say or do. So she awkwardly sat down on the corner of her bed and said, "Stefan…I don't know how to say this, I just…"

"Elena?" He questioned her, suddenly feeling as if the whole entire world awaited on her answer. He needed to know. It was almost the most important thing in the world for him, at that moment to know how she felt about Damon. He could only hope she didn't care for Damon too much.

"I kissed him, Stefan. Before you left with Klaus. When I thought he was dying…and then a few nights ago, he kissed me."

AN: So here is another chapter. Sorry it took me so long, I just didn't feel like writing.