Late For Your Own Wedding?

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It's the next day, and Elena wakes up after the strange day she had yesterday filled with tears, and singing with Stefan Salvatore in a car. Not the best, but definitely not the worst day. She hears buzzing from her phone and chooses to ignore it, after all, it's probably just Marie telling her to make breakfast. Except. . . It buzzed. Again. Ugh, the temptation. She reaches her arm over only to find a random number messaging her.

7:59 AM. Unknown: "Hi"

8:09 AM. Unknown: "Hellooo"

9:32 AM. Unknown:"Jeez, you're still asleep?"

9:32 AM. Unknown: "Slacker."

She raises a brow as she wonders who this is. She begins to type, and her thumbs press on the letters without hesitation.

9:34 AM. Elena: "Wrong #. Sorry."

Though, this is a random number. She wants to start out the day with a little mischievousness. Time to bring out the so called, prank "skills."

9:35 AM. Elena: "Wait, is this John? Oh my god! I'm late for the wedding!!! My OWN wedding! Tell everyone to wait for me!"

She giggles to herself and gets out of bed. As she makes her bed, she hears another buzz and excitedly picks up the phone to see what they said.

9:41 AM. Unknown: "Wait... what."

9:42 AM. Unknown: "Sorry, I must've texted the wrong number.. Good luck at your wedding though, dude. Hope they wait for you."

9:42 AM. Elena: "Haha, it was a joke. Who's this?"

9:43 AM. Unknown: "Stefan Salvatore."

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