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ONE

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"Liz, I love you to death. But if you do not get your butt out of this car, I will drag you out myself."

"This town is boring."

"You're boring." Lizzie glares over at Jenna, the dead girl that no one else can see, who is currently sitting in the passenger seat.

"I am most certainly not boring."

"Then prove it." They have a stare down for a good five minutes before Lizzie sighs dramatically, throwing her hands in the air.

"Fine!" Getting out of the car, she groans. "I can't believe you convinced me to do this," she mumbles. Considering her dear best friend was dead, it would look weird if she started talking to her like she normally would.

"You'll be fine. Plus, you could have a lot of fun here."

"Oh yeah? How?"

"You know." It's silent for a moment.

"Yeah," she sighs. "They never shut up about it."

"I bet. I still can't believe after all this time, you still can't control them."

"I can," she exclaims, offended. "They just happen to break through sometimes." Before Jenna could respond, Lizzie shakes her head. "Okay, that's enough. We're going in now."

She walks into the Mystic Grill with confidence. Walking to a table in the far back corner, she feels eyes on her. She isn't stupid. She knows why.

She was absolutely breathtaking.

Kidding. Kinda.

She was a new face and everyone in this small little town was nosy. Plus, she was beautiful.

But she also feels the glares. Well, glare. Meaning one. And she knows exactly who it belongs to.

Not long before she sits down, she hears him stomping over to her table and pulling out the chair in front of her. She smirks.

"What are you doing here?"

Not once looking up from her menu, she answers. "Trying to get a bite to eat. What does it look like, hun?" She can feel his frustration.

"You know what I mean, Lizbeth. Now answer me."

"Oh, we're doing full names now? Interesting."

He just continues to glare at her. "Oh, alright," she sighs. Placing the menu down, she stares him in the eyes. "I got bored." He raises an eyebrow. "Plus," she pauses. "I missed you," she gives an innocent smile.

He scoffs. "Right. Like I'm supposed to believe that."

She shrugs. "Believe what you want. Your opinion matters not."

He leans in closer. "Lizzie, this is important. I need to know."

She leans in as well. "And why do you need to know?"

He sighs, staring her in the eyes. "Because it's not safe," he says quietly. They stare at each other for awhile, faces close. Just as she was about to open her mouth, a voice cuts in.

"Stefan, who is this?"

edited - 9/19/19