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❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬? ❞
𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄, in Stefan's room while he sat on his bed infront of her. She was intently watching him as he was on his phone, the line ringing over his ear. Stefan placed his phone down and looked up to face her.
"Well, she's not picking up"
"Well, of course she's not fucking picking up Stefan!" Florence exclaimed, her pent up anger, releasing "It's the middle of the fucking night and when she called me, she screamed. Use your brain for once"
"I'm worried to but we have to wait till morning, until she picks up" Stefan told her.
Florence stopped pacing "What did you even do anyways?"
"Me?!" Stefan exclaimed "I didn't do anything!"
"Oh, it's never fucking you Stefan!" Florence said sarcastically with an angry tone, her british accent coming out fully "It's always fucking you, you twat!"
"What was Elena even do here this late anyways?" Florence asked walking around before stopping at Stefan's desk and holding up a blindfold "Never mind, I know why now. . did you use protection at least?"
"Yes, Florence, I used protection" The Salvatore muttered tiredly and in a pissed off tone.
"Hey, don't get pissy with me dickhead, it's your fault Elena ran away from you, what happened, your dick was too small?"
Stefan breathed in and out "She saw a picture"
"She saw a picture? Of what, you kissing Tom Felton? You're going to have to be more specific then that mate" Florence stated.
"Her name's Katherine"
"Oh, Elena's doppelgänger thingy from 1864?" Florence noticed Stefan's curious stare and continued "Damon told me"
"Of course he did" Stefan snorted but soon rubbed his head after Florence threw a lamp from his desk at him.
"Anyways. . ." Florence brushed the hair from her face "Did she open a drawer and find it because you should really put locks on those"
Stefan shook his head.
"Okay so, was it in a wardrobe behind your clothes, because if it was then I've taught her well"
Stefan shook his head again.
"Okay, so where was it, out in the open?" Florence rhetorically asked with a smirk on her face.
