The Way To a Bloggers Heart

8. Mariana.

(A/N Mariana is pronounced at least to me considering I'm not bolgarian Maw-ree-awe-na)

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Aimee-

A writer has a different mind then everyone else, they think of things in different ways. When you’re zooming down the highway, the regular person wouldn’t pay any attention to what’s going by, or the things revolving in their life. A writer on the other hand pays close attention; they see the detail in things note the difference in one from another.

          The normal person would go to a therapist, or talk to a friend. A writer will lock it up and the pain will soon be so agonizing that it in turn is put on paper. These mystical words that will make anyone want to be able to write like that, but it’s a gift, and only a few of us have it. I’m not a gloater and I’m not conceited, although Damon seems to bring that out in me, but I know for a fact that I have that gift. That amazing gift to put a boring thing into words and make it exciting.

          The way my life has been going though, I will never be able to use that gift. The gift I was given was never to be used because of a different one I was given. A woman cursed with two gifts and was forced to choose between one or the other and in my case I had to choose the one I didn’t want.

“The lawyer’s here better go outside boys.” Elena said walking into the room. Stefan and Damon nodded at the lawyer as he walked into the house.

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“Alright, would you please sign here and here..” He said to Elena, then turning the paper to me and pointing to the line next to the multiple spots she had signed her name.

“Our own personal safe house Elena…”

“Yup, no inviting anyone unless you completely trust them, we have to agree on who we invite in.”

“Alright.” We both kind of laughed, “I hope this doesn’t mean we have to clean it…” I said looking around. Elena looked at me and laughed.

“I’ll show you out..” Elena said to the lawyer. I followed. “Thank you Mr. Hindering.” She said. He walked out, Elena turned back to walk into the house. I watched as Stefan and Damon stopped at the doorway, I let out a laugh.

“Ha. Ha. Aimee, now are you going to let us in?” Damon said.

“Uh, Stefan, would you like to come inside my house?” I asked smirking. Trying to piss Damon off it was kind of our thing now, actually trying to piss each other off as much as possible. The grim look Damon gave Stefan made me smile.

“I would love to, thank you.” He said smiling, my smile becoming even bigger. Oh, and yea I know what you’re thinking, Elena wasn’t mad, she knew I only ‘flirted’ with Stefan to piss Damon off. If not she probably would have killed me…or being Elena flicking me or something. We all knew Elena was no harm to anyone. Stefan walked passed taking Elena’s hand and watching the scene before then unwind.

“What are we twelve?” My smile faded.

“One of us is. If I let you in do you promise to obey the owner(s) of this house?” He glanced at Elena.

“No.”

“Seriously Damon, my way, you promised. I call the shots, both of us, no lies, no secret agendas. Remember?” She said to him.

“And no arguing.” I added smiling.

 “Yes Elena…sure.” He whispered. I looked at Elena and she nodded I sighed heavily.

“Won’t you come in Damon? Pass the threshold.” He walked inside.

“I never promised.” He said to me. “Shut up.” He said as he passed Stefan. Elena handed me my jacket.