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❝ you're not capable of trust. ❞
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"GOOD MORNING."
Elena Gilbert laid curled up in the arms of Stefan Salvatore. For the first time in months she finally felt like she could breathe. It was a feeling she only felt with him. She didn't want to lose that. Not now. Not ever. And he didn't want to lose that either. It had only been a couple of months and the two were already so engrossed with one another. It was absolutely sickening.
"I could get used to this," Stefan whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Rise and shine, sleepyheads!" A new voice spoke out, causing the lovely couple to gasp as they quickly pulled the sheets up to their necks in hopes of shielding their naked bodies from the two pairs of eyes that watched them in uninterest.
"Damon! Enola!" Elena shrieked in horror.
"Hey," Enola nodded in greeting as she leaned against the doorframe with the bowl of cereal that Damon had poured her clasped in her hands.
"What are you guys doing?" Stefan asked in exasperation as he looked at the two with wide eyes, trying to shield his girlfriend's body. "Get out of here!"
"Oh, stop being smutty." Damon rolled his eyes in amusement.
"Yeah, if I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it." Enola agreed, taking a big bite out of her lucky charms.
"Now," Damon cleared his throat as he clapped his hands together. "We have some very important business to discuss."
"And it has to be right now?" Elena blinked.
"Ain't no rest for the wicked," Enola sang.
"See! She gets it." Damon grinned, pointing to Enola with pride. "Now, we have lots to do, considering we're all friends. And working towards a common goal. So in order to open the tomb, we need to find the journal to get the grimoire to undo the spell. First things first—since Elena and Enola are Gilberts, the both of you are on journal duty."
"Since when are we helping?" Elena scoffed.
"Well, Stefan's helping, and you've taken up residence in Stefan's bed." Damon shrugged. "And since Enola does anything Elena does, I just assumed—"
"Well, you can take that assumption soaked in vervain and shove it up your ass." Enola scowled. "I do not do everything Elena does."
"Wanna say that again with a straight face," Damon teased.
