No One Ever Said It Would Be This Hard

Chapter 24

Stefan came into his room and found Elena laying on his bed in his plain, blue shirt. It was reaching almost to her knees. He loved when she wore his stuff, he found that look best on her. There was something about her looking casual and natural that did it for him.

"Elena" he yelled from the door. She jumped from the bed and looked at him curiously. "Get dressed, we're going out" he had put a light smile on his face when he saw her face expression, like a child caught doing something they're not supposed to.

"Out?" she asked confused. But she didn't wait for an explanation. She grabbed the bottom of the shirt and took it over her head. No matter how many times he sees her naked, he's always going to be taken away by her beauty. He's always going to look at her like he's seeing her for the first time.

"You said you want to feed, so let's go" he turned around to hand her over her shirt and jeans.

Elena furrowed her brows. "You're allowing me to feed?" she asked while taking her clothes from his hands.

"I'm not allowing you anything" he laughed. He turned around and looked her in the eyes. "You can make your own decisions. If you think you should do it, I'll stand by you" he said while curving his lips into a smile.

"Where's this sudden change in the attitude coming from?" she asked while pulling a shirt over her head.

"I just want the best for you" he smiled, grabbed her hand, and lead her to the door. When they were ready to leave the house, he turned around and looked at her. "But promise me you will be honest with me. That you will tell me how you feel and what's on your mind. No secrets, okay?" he had a serious look on his face.

"No secrets" she smiled happily and gave him a peck on the lips.

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Stefan and Elena came to the Grill and sat by the exact same table Stefan and Damon were sitting the night he had met Elena for the first time. He came to realize that table has the best view over the whole place.

They sat down, ordered some drinks, make themselves comfortable.

"Pick" Stefan said after few minutes of silence.

"Pick what?" Elena asked, although she had an idea about what he's talking about.

Stefan turned his head around to look at her. "Who you want to feed on" he smirked.

She exhaled a silent 'oh' and turned her head from him to look around the place. It was filled with young people mostly. She knew almost everyone there, or at least she recognized them from school. With some of them she played as a kid, she went to their parties, some of these people were in her class. She knew their parents, their family, who they hang out with. They were people with lives and feelings, and she was about to pick one of them as a snack. Suddenly, a strange amount of guilt rushed over her body. She turned her head around and looked at Stefan desperately. His eyes were locked on her for the whole time.

"It's not easy, I know" he gave her an encouraging smile. "All these people, with lives of their own, with family of their own" he had put his hand on hers. "Try to find someone you don't know at all" he squeezed her hand with his.

She tried to look around the place again, but all of a sudden, everyone looked familiar. Like she knew every person in there, like she knew their life stories. Then she saw a tall, blonde girl heading for the exit, and she couldn't remember seeing her anywhere.

"Her" she got closer to Stefan and gently pointed with her finger at the girl who was heading outside.

"Let's go then" Stefan had put his hand on her back and got up from the chair. He grabbed Elena's hand and pulled her after him.