One and Only

Chapter Thirty Two

A/N: Hey guys! Here's CH.32. This update does have a few flashbacks, which are as always in italics. Thanks so much for all the lovely reviews. :)

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO- One and Only

Elena's P.O.V.

It's still early in the morning. Stefan and I packed up all of our things from last night, not even leaving a trace from the night before, anywhere in the building. He grips my hand tightly, driving down the familiar residential road as I look out the window, the road in front of the house, even the yard bringing back memories that feel like they're about to swallow me up. I close my eyes, trying to concentrate. But all I can see in front of me, all I hear is laughter, loud music and the loud voices of both Stefan, Damon and Tyler in my head when I close my eyes and get lost in my thoughts. But, when I open my eyes again, and gaze over at the house. My mind is filled with thousands of countless memories and I become overwhelmed and feel myself drifting back to years ago...

"Dance with me. I know, I'm a little drunk. But, I still want you to dance with me." Stefan said, extending his hand out, throwing a dirty look over to his older brother and his best friend.

"You should be hanging out with your brother. He's missed you..you know." I told him, smiling up at him as he grabbing my left hand, leaving a quick and gentle kiss against it.

"You kissing that $3,000 dollar engagement ring on her hand because your still thankful it's there. It's only been 4 days since you two have been engaged!" Tyler shouted, laughter filling our front yard as I heard Caroline exhale, unwrapping the apron from around waistline and walking over to her drunk husband, a gleeful smile on her face as she watched him start to tip backwards in the lawn chair he was sitting it.

"Caroline, look I'm flying!" Tyler slurred, placing his drink onto the ground, laughing even harder when Damon tilted his chair back a little.

Stefan and I watched in horror and with slight smiles on our faces as Caroline rolled her eyes at Tyler, casually walking over to him and smirking as she stated "Well, let me help you land!" placing her foot on his leg and shoving him down onto the ground with a loud thump, turning on her heels as she shook her head and disappeared back inside the house with a wink in our direction.

"I love you, honey!" Tyler told her, slowly getting up from the ground, wiping away the dirt and grass as he stood straight and ran after his wife.

"So, how about that dance..Fiancé?" Stefan commented, wrapping his arms around me and placing his head onto my shoulder as I leaned back and grinning, quietly replying with a quick "I'd love to dance with my drunk and handsome fiancé."

"Let's go inside." Stefan's voice shatters my memory as I look over at him, shaking my head and wiping away the imagine of Caroline walking away inside the house.

But, once he and I get out of the car and walk towards the door. I feel a rush of another memory as Stefan unlocks the door and I look around the house. Things are pretty much as I had left them, except for the hole in the wall and the broken furniture as I glance over at Stefan, a smirk on his face as he shrugs.

"Uhh..I guess they didn't clean that up." He tells me, picking up a piece of the broken coffee table as I walk into the small kitchen, exhaling deeply when I pick up a picture off the fridge.

"Apparently not...It's from when you went after Matt...Look, Stefan. Maybe your right. I shouldn't want to stay anymore...But, I guess it's just the memories that I'll miss the most. Not the memories with Matt. But, the one's I had with you, in this house." I tell him, peeling off the picture of us from the fridge as I examine it, getting mesmerized by the young firefighter in his uniform and the beautiful young brunette girl with a smiling face. Feeling like I'm not even looking at a picture of Stefan and I, in front of the house and standing by the "Sold!" sign in the front lawn, like it's of two people that I can barely recognize. But, the memory stills stands, clear as day.