Chapter 7
STEFAN'S POV
I walk out of the bathroom, my hair still dap from the shower, and I notice the lights in the room have dimmed significantly. I see Anastasia sprawled out on the bed like a baby kitten. She's fast asleep and she looks so beautiful. Her dark brown almost black hair sprawled out behind her head and her head resting on her arms. She looks so innocent and nothing like that sarcastic, "I can hold my own ground" type of girl that I met today.I go over to the bed and gently pick her up bridal style in order to move her to the other side of the bed without pushing her off. She might be beautiful sprawled out all over the bed but I need to sleep too. I start to walk around the bed and I hear a deep inhale and I pause and look down.
"Stefan?" Her voice says. But it isn't her voice. It's much softer and much more child-like than before.
"Shh, just sleep" I whisper, bringing one hand up to stroke her hair down, and she raps her arms around my neck. Her arms soon go limp and her breath evens out. I successfully make my way around the bed with Anastasia in my arms.
"sleep well" I whisper, I press a kiss to her forehead before making my way back to my side of the bed and drift off into sleep.
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ANASTASIA'S POV
I felt his arms pick me up.
I heard his heartbeat against my ears.
I felt his hands gently caressing my head.
I heard his soft voice telling me to sleep well
I felt his gentle kiss on my forehead.
I felt all this, I heard all this, and I liked it.
Caring about people was never something I grew up with. My parents were either never home enough or never really cared enough about me as long as I was perfect and didn't cause trouble. When I was younger I would try so hard to be the model child for them, thinking, that if I would just be perfect, then maybe they'd care about me. It never happened. Perfection became expected of me—from them, and everyone else around me—. That's how it was. Until Tara. There was a this new girl who had just moved in from the south and I liked her right away. She was wearing a pink polka-dotted top under hot pink overalls. She looked so bright for her first day of school and she walked around with the heir of confidence that seemed to emit the glow of perfection. I should know, I walked around with the same fake confidence all the time.
I invited her to come sit with me at lunch since I was all alone and it didn't look like she made many friends, so we talked that day. It turned out her parents were almost the exact same as mine. That day, we made a pact that we'd be the ones to care for each other no matter what, and that's how it always was. We never expected perfection from each other and we were known as the perfect twins around school.
Anyways, as I was saying, I never cared for anyone but Tara. It was just us, since I was six years old. We never had many boyfriends, (I assume that we were just a bit intimidating) it was a shame too, that girl is gorgeous, me, not so much. But Tara was fucking beautiful!
Since I'm not used to people caring for me, besides her, Stefan being so nice was really a surprise. He was so sweet, and the way his muscles felt beside me made me feel so safe and warm. And that kiss—that kiss sent shivers from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
All I can think about is how gentle is warm, soft lips felt against my forehead. And that's all I think before drifting off into the land of sleep.
A/N
Okay, so basically I have been told to reveal who I chose to play Tara, and it is......
Sara Sampaio. Here's a few pics:
I guess that's basically it for this A/N,
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