(SkylarPOV)
I was sitting with Damon at the bar as we ordered another round of shots."This is why you are my favorite sister." Damon said as he flipped his head back downing the tequila.
"I'm your only sister." I said as I turned my head looking at him confused, he didn't have time to respond because Stefan came up behind us.
"So Stefan...You know, I've been thinking. I think we should start over, give this brother thing another chance. We used to do it, oh, so well once upon time." Stefan said as he sat down next to me.
"I don't, Damon. I can't trust you to be a nice guy. You kill everybody, and you're so mean. You're so mean, and...You're really hard to imitate, and then I have to go to that lesser place." Damon said as he took another drink.
"Can I get a coffee, please? So what's with the bottle?" He asked looking over at Damon.
"I'm on edge. Crash diet, and I'm trying to keep a low profile." He said.
"You could always just leave, find a new town to turn into your own personal gas and sip."
"I'll manage. You don't have to keep an eye on me."
"I'm not here to keep an eye on you."
"So why are you here?" I asked as the bar tender came over and refilled my glass.
"Why not?" Stefan said as he sipped from his cup.
I looked over at him as he set down the mug that was half empty, and he got up heading over to the other side of the grill to a wall, which had a dart board hanging on it. Stefan picked up the darts and started throwing them.
"Hey." I jumped as Justin sat down next to me. Turning my attention back to him I smiled then looked over as I watched Damon scrape his stool back and get up walking towards Stefan.
Facing forward I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, and listened to what Damon and Stefan were saying.
"Lucky shot." That was Damon.
"More like a carefully honed skill over many decades." Stefan replied as I heard another dart hit the board.
"You're beating me." Damon said as I heard him pulling darts out of the board.
"Yeah. It's because I'm better than you." I snickered at that, and looked over at Justin, as he just shook his head.
"You shouldn't eavesdrop." He said as he took another drink from his glass.
"Shh!" I said furrowing my brows tuning back into Stefan and Damon.
"I'm onto you. Reverse psychology. It's a little transparent, but I admire the effort." Damon said.
"You prefer the brooding forehead?"
"Seriously, what game do you think you're playing?"
"That's a funny question considering the fact that I have been asking you that for months. It's frustrating isn't it?"
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The Salvatore sister
Fiksi Penggemar1864 "Stefan?" I knocked on the door softly "Stefan?" The door opened and Stefan stood there he must've been sleeping because his short brown hair was tousled and the sun from the window across the hall hit his green eyes that which just made them...