[A/N: Sorry about my lack of updating… I always have such great ideas, but then forget what I'm doing, so let's hope this chapter makes up for it all!]

Elena's day was rather uneventful after Rebekah's unannounced disappearance. Something about it unnerved her; what had been so urgent that she had just disappeared like a ghost- vanished? Rebekah had seemed a little bit off, but Elena couldn't quite put her finger on it. There was so much to think about- what was she even going to wear tonight? Would Rebekah kiss her? Or would she initiate the contact? She thought of these things as she walked home from school, the sun beating down on her skin.

She loved the warmth of it, the way that her skin seemed to flourish, and darken but become tingly warm as the sun shone its rays upon her; as if she were a cake, turning the perfect shade of golden brown. She wished she could travel somewhere where the warmth didn't always stay. Snow- she wanted snow. Elena walked the streets calculating how much time getting ready for the night would take her… What was she going to wear? And how would she do her hair?

She reached her front door, and found a small envelope with her name scrawled neatly on it. She picked it up- slightly confused; and opened the door and stepped in. Jenna always had a habit of cooking the most delicious food- and it pained Elena slightly that she would have to miss it. It smelled like ground beef- and she wondered if tonight was going to be shepherd's pie, or tacos or spaghetti. But that would have to be the price to pay-

She crawled up the stairs to her room, and sat on her bed, thinking about what she was going to wear. What was too casual, and what was too formal? She couldn't quite find the line between the two... She tried on dresses, and cashmere sweaters and even a suit vest- but nothing in her closet seemed to scream "casual dinner date". She started stressing out again- what if Rebekah thought she was over dressed, or worse if she was under-dressed?

She plopped down on her bead again and allowed herself to stretch out over the length of it. She spread herself out like a giant star, and her left hand brushed something almost sharp graze just under her nail, inducing a minute amount of pain. She looked over and saw the light teal envelope. She opened it hastily, as if the words inside were a perishable, and if she didn't get them soon enough, it would expire. Her fingers found the crease of the folded paper- and unfolded it. Before her eyes appeared beautiful cursive writing that looked as though the writer had taken some sort of calligraphy class. She held her breath while she read the letter.

"Elena,

I'm sorry I ran out of the class room today, I did not have my head in the game at all. I've just been stressing out about this move, and kind of trying to deal with new faces, and new personalities, and it gets a little bit overwhelming for me. I hope when you're reading this that you're as excited for our dinner date as I am! (I hope it's okay that I'm calling this a date). I'll meet you there at seven! I hope you're excited! Love, Rebekah M."

The letter brought a small smile to her lips while she anticipated the night that was to come. Elena had to admit that she was unnecessarily attracted to Rebekah. It wasn't just simply that she was a beautiful, and aesthetically pleasing woman, because that would be an understatement. She was so much more than her physical features, there was always that deep and underlying wisdom that always seemed to seep froth at the most odd and opportune moments.

Elena loved how she would often see Rebekah with her nose buried in a novel, or a poetic collection. She seemed so kind of pensive, as if she had an endless store of knowledge inside her brain and was just trying to find the information. The way she spoke was a delicate kind of forceful; her words held weight but they hit Elena's ears like velveteen kisses.

She picked out a pastel top which hugged her hips and a pair of her favourite ripped jeans and put her hair half up into a ponytail. She assembled everything that she might need for the night: her wallet, extra hair ties, and her phone, keys to the house (in case Jenna slipped out), a few mints, and lip chap.

She made her way downstairs to tell Jenna that she unfortunately, or fortunately, would not be attending dinner at home. Jenna begrudgingly gave her a hug and sent her on her way. Elena began her walk for about two miles- and to her surprise she heard a honk of a car horn. She turned her head only to see the light grey Nissan with the beautiful blonde behind the wheel. Elena could feel the smile grow on her face as the vehicle pulled up beside her on the shoulder of the road. Elena smiled as Rebekah got out of the car.

"Going somewhere?" Rebekah asked her, smiling. Elena chuckled as she stood on the sidewalk her legs crossed. She jokingly contemplated the question and with that turned and began to slowly walk towards Rebekah's car.

"Yeah kind of, I've got a hot date tonight!" Elena winked as she sauntered closer and closer to Rebekah. She was close enough now to look at Rebekah's outfit. She wore a lovely black dress which fell just to her mid-thigh and black heels. The sight took Elena's breath away momentarily.

"Oh! They must be extremely lucky to be spending all that time with you." Rebekah retorted smiling, as Elena finally reached her. Elena felt Rebekah's hands find her waist, the feeling made her hair stand on end and her spine tingle.

"Mmm, I guess." Elena said backing away from the embrace. "But I'd say the person seeing you tonight is one lucky fucker." Elena chuckled, turning away. Elena's heart beat became erratic as she remembered the feeling of Rebekah's hands on her waist, her smile faltered as she realized that she missed the feeling.

"Do you want me to give you a ride?" Rebekah asked going back to the drivers' side-door, and opening it. Elena looked at her, and she loved the way she looked in that moment. Pleasantly intense, with only half of her face lit up by the LED headlights.

"I guess I wouldn't complain." She responded, reaching her own hand to the passenger-side door. She sat in the seat, and slammed the door behind her. She fastened her seatbelt, and Rebekah put the car in drive- and away they went; speeding off toward the restaurant.