Bloodlust → Stefan Salvatore [1]

Miss Mystic Falls

     The sun is hot today, it's beating down on my chest, while making all the other cars shine. I turn my head to see a familiar red car park near the side walk. I begin making my way over, with a smile. It's nice to see that Stefan is finally getting better, and over this whole blog craze thing.

     "Sweet ride." Stefan smiles at me with a nod. 

     "I thought it was a waste to leave it in the garage." He says approaching me. He pulls me into a tender kiss. 

     "I didn't know you were coming back today." I announce.

     "I wasn't, but I woke up and was feeling amazing, so I thought, why not get back into the swing of things. 

     "Does that mean the craving is all gone now?"

     "Yeah, the worst part is over. All I wanna do right now, is to spend as much time with you as possible." He says, caressing my chin with his thumb.

     "I'm okay with that." I say, pecking him on the lips. 

     "Thank you, Blake. For helping me."

     "You're welcome." I pause for a moment. "I'm gonna be late."

     "Let me just grab my stuff, I'll be right behind you." Stefan smiles, as I begin to walk away.

     Ric shuts the door, and strolls over to his desk. Stefan sits down next to me, we smile at each other. 

     "Okay, this week we are gonna set aside our regular curriculum, because we are nearing Founder's Day." Founder's Day is like Mystic Falls's own holiday, it celebrates the day Mystic Falls was founded, with a big parade, and a whole shebang! The door swings open, as Bonnie enters the classroom. She's finally returned. "Sorry I'm late." She apologizes, Ric nods at her. "Welcome back, Bonnie." I look over at her.

     "Hey. Welcome back."

     "Yeah." She nods, quickly shutting the conversation I wanted to have with her. 

     I sit down on Stefan's bed, holding a card containing the Miss Mystic Falls contestants. Miss Mystic Falls is a pageant, always held just days before Founder's Day. 

     "Caroline Forbes. Elena Gilbert. God, there's gotta be at least some competition between the two of them." Stefan nods. He grabs me and pulls me back into his arms.

     "Blake Gildbert. Will you go to the Miss Mystic Falls pageant with me." I laugh. 

     "No." Stefan looks at me, confused. "'Cause you're going with me." I finally finish. He smiles, as I lean up and kiss him, but he pulls back, sweeping himself out from under me.

     "Stefan?" He walks to the corner of the room. "Stefan, what's wrong?" He turns around.

     "Nothing. Everything's okay." He says with a little bit of panic in his voice. "I'm just not really feeling well." He says, before rushing into his bathroom, and locking the door behind him. Not feeling well... bathroom... gross. I turn around to see Damon poking his head in the room. He signals me to go out in the hall with him.