He walks into her house, from what she said he understands that they used to spend time here. But of course he doesn't remember. However, that doesn't stop her from telling him hundred stories about them, from the first time he came to town, to the day he was leaving town but got stuck in a safe instead.
He noticed something in her stories about her having a crush on him, he doesn't know much details because she didn't say anything further. She keeps trying to cover all his history, she tells him everything she knows about him, whether she's included or not.
He sits at that couch as she talks from the kitchen, telling him about that time she drove his car, not leaving any tiny detail.
"You know? I still don't remember anything." He says as she puts the coffee on the table in front of him before sitting on her chair.
"Of course you won't." She says with a smile. "You didn't fall down the stairs, Stefan. Some witch fried your brain, it's not like you'll just remember everything in a flinch." She smiles as she takes a sip of her coffee.
"Then why are you telling me all of this?" He asks as he leans closer.
"Because you're my best friend." She says with closed eyes as she lets out a breath. "And I just don't want you to feel lost or lonely, and if that means that I have to tell you your history myself then that's exactly what I'm gonna do."
She's smiling again, and he can't help it but smile too.
"Is that why you got me here? Because I'm your best friend?" He asks.
"Well, I wasn't gonna leave you sleep in the graveyard or something." She scoffs. "Besides, this isn't the first time. Months ago you…" She pauses and clinches her jaw. "You left your house and you stayed here. So this place is pretty much your home." She smiles and winks at him as she sits back in her chair.
"And let me guess, I left my house because of them." He raises his eyebrows.
She opens her mouth then closes it again, offering a smile instead.
"Listen, it's just who you're, you're good and kind and human. Trust me; you're one of the best people that I know." She says, ignoring the need to say that he is the best person she knows.
He tries to shake that stupid grin on his lips; he still can't believe that they're just friends. But didn't she say that she had a crush on him? What happened to that?
He looks around in amusement.
"Well, maybe you can tell me more about you having a crush on me." He says with an obvious smirk.
"Oh god." She laughs while shaking her head.
"Did we ever…?" He pauses as he smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at her.
Her laughter is so loud, echoing through the empty house. It's something about the way she leans forward, closing her eyes and clapping her hands while laughing, it's something about the house's smell, something about the bonfire that makes him feel alive.
She catches him staring at her in a way she's never seen. Through all these years, Stefan Salvatore never looked at her like that.
"What?" She says.
"Nothing." He says.