Entry #2
"Dear Diary,
Stefan Salvatore. He is unlike any other guy I have ever met. He seems older, wiser than the rest of us. He's quiet, observant. He doesn't talk just to hear himself. When he does, his words are measured. Thoughtful. I'm intrigued.
Last night, at the back to school party in the woods, Stefan and I went for a walk. I told him about my parents dying and how it changed the way I saw the world.
Stefan didn't tell me he was sorry about my parents dying. Instead he told me I wouldn't always be sad. His words made me feel understood. He made me feel as if it was okay to just be me. That I didn't have to pretend with him.
No one has made me feel like that before. Not even Bonnie. She tries, but I know there are times when even she loses patience with me lately.
Later on, after the whole freakish Vicki Donovan getting attacked by a wild animal occurred, Stefan came by my house to see if I was okay. I thought it was sweet of him to be worried about me. I invited him in for coffee and we talked late into the night. It was one of the best nights I've had in a very long time."
