The Next Great Adventure

Back to the falls

At the end of the first week, Marigold ended up kidnapped by an over-excited Caroline Forbes.
However, as soon as they had reached the rambunctious Falls she was left to wander alone and regretting even leaving her flat.

That was until the guy she bumped into her first day, repeated her action; making the cheap beer in the red solo cup which she hadn't touched since her first sip, spill on her white lacy of the shoulder crop top and her now signature embroidered jeans, making that feeling grow exponentially

"Wonderful, I smell like a brewery" Marigold muttered, bitterly looking into her fallen and empty cup on the ground
"Sorry, umm, here let me help" The teen with hero hair offered, pulling out a hanky from his pocket
"No, it's fine," the British Wixen supplied with a wary smile, "I think the cheap beer stain adds to it"
"I'm not sure if that was sarcasm or not," Stefan said, rubbing the back of his neck

"Are you going to tell me who you are," Marigold asked, trying to minimise the spread of swill everyone was drinking
"Or do you normally feel up strangers?"

"No!" He exclaimed loudly, gaining a few stairs off drunk teens nearby.
Clearing his throat, the younger Salvatore spoke calmer this time "I mean, no"

Holding his hand out with an uncertain look on his face, introducing himself, "I'm Stefan"
"The other new person," she smirked, shaking his hand once. "Marigold"
"We met on the first day," Stefan mused, giving her a soft smile

Walking towards the falls with Stefan following like a lost puppy, Marigold confessed "I can feel the number of eyes on me for being near you, so who are you here for?" The vampire in question had the audacity to look somewhat sheepish.
"Let me guess, Elena"
"Intuitive," Stefan murmured

"That is a new one," Marigold mused with a raised eyebrow
"What?" Stefan, who would deny it to the point of his dedication, squeaked

"Oh, come on" Her lip twitched upwards, at the complete horror growing in his eyes "Don't be coy. Normally the word is crazy, I hear it at least 4 times a day."
"5. 6. 7, really" Marigold carried on not at all fazed at how he contemplated running or in more winning circumstances jumping into the water to escape "New record"

"Fine," Stefan snorted at the obscenity of the woman before him. "I have heard of The Marigold 'Crazy' Potter"
"Actually, my middle name's Dorea," she corrected with a smirk. "Marigold Dorea Potter. It's tradition"

"Your mother's name?"
"No that would be Lily," Marigold explained with a fond smile. "In her family, it's tradition to name all females after plants; flowers mostly. Lily, Aunt Petunia, and Grandmother Rosemary"
Seeing the way Stefan looked at her, like he was at ease with her, made her very embarrassed. It was like she was confessing her deepest darkest secret, and he was all for it. "Sorry I'm rambling"

"No it's, weirdly nice," Stefan said with a pretty smile, one that would make anyone fall in love. "Feels like I've gone back in time"
Even though it was a conversation, it felt like he was talking only to himself

"So, Dorea?"
"Because of my dad's best friend/ 3rd cousin/ adopted brother," Marigold answered, momentarily wondering how such a sentence made sense to her. "Don't ask"