Stefan and Delena: Without You

{15} The Amount of Drama a Pizza Topping Can Contain

Dear Diary, 

I've done something... The more I think about it, the more I wonder if I've done the right thing. I broke up with Damon, he needs to be with his brother right now. Stefan is just... Well I haven't seen him since he died, but his humanity is off. That must mean he is not in a good place right now and Damon needs to help him find his feet again. Damon is the only person who is capable of helping Stefan and that is where his mind needs to be.  

I just keep thinking... Because I broke up with him, would he still be thinking of me? Have I really done the right thing? I tried to do what Caroline would have done in my situation, she always knows best. But here I am again, writing everything down in a little green book because I feel like I have no one else who would understand how I feel.  

Jeremy and Ric dragged me to the car, Damon stormed off, Caroline was questioning me, Bonnie was no help either. I feel completely and helplessly alone again. I thought I'd moved past all of that Damon trouble. I guess I was wrong. It's only been two hours since the accident and I'm already missing Damon like crazy. I've been a lovesick idiot and called him a hundred times, leaving tones of voicemails. I've text him, too many times. Jeremy, Ric and Caroline won't let me leave the house for two days until Damon's vampire blood is out of my system so I've done all that I can to reach out to Damon. I don't really fancy climbing out of my window again because we all know how that ended... 

All I know is that in two days time I'll be marching right out of this house and straight to the Boarding house, and I won't be stopped by a car this time. My room looked completely disastrous when I got home earlier. Jeremy had managed to defeat my dresser and knocked it over, all my stuff was poured out onto the floor. It looked like a bomb had gone off in my room...

"Elena! Dinner!" Jeremy called me, I looked up from my diary and saw his head peeking through the banisters. Jeremy insisted I'd keep my door open from now on. Brothers these days. I threw my diary onto my pillow, my pen making a clunk noise as it whacked the diary cover. I hopped off of my bed and ran down the stairs. Since the car accident I'd been working up a hunger so I could stuff myself with the takeaway pizza we were going to have for dinner. Jeremy hated cooking and Alaric couldn't do it to save his life, bless him.  

I was greeted into the kitchen by a scent of warm, great tasting food that Jeremy had already tucked in to. Sitting down on the chair that Alaric had already pulled out for me, I was sent into a flash back of the last time I'd eaten a takeaway pizza.

*Elena's Flashback* 

"Come on! How can you not like it?" Damon questioned me, shocked for his life at the fact I didn't like Hawaiian pizza. He grabbed a slice of the ham and pineapple devil food and tried to shove it in my mouth. I resisted and pushed the floppy triangle away. 

"I just don't like it, it's not a big deal. You don't like pepperoni! I'm not complaining!" I giggled, picking up a slice of pepperoni and shoving it in Damon's face. 

"I like it." He replied, taking a bite from the pizza I was waving in his face. "You're talking about Stefan." He said after he'd finished his mouthful. I sighed and threw the pizza back into its cardboard box. 

"Oh." Was all I managed to say. It was only a week since I'd chosen Damon over Stefan.  

Suddenly Damon started to laugh. I narrowed my eyes at him, he was teasing me. 

"I'm joking, I hate pepperoni." He made a cute disgusted face. I started to laugh, he was a funny guy.  

"Then why'd you eat it?" I asked, leaning on my hands gazing at him.