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❝ miss enola gilbert escorted by damon salvatore. ❞
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THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH OPTIONS. So much to do, so much to be. Yet everyone has something. Everyone except for Enola. She does not play sports, always picked last. She does not sing, always off a key. She will always be the second choice. Not quite enough for first, but not bad enough for last. She would give up almost anything for the roles to be reversed. That is why she is determined to win Miss Mystic Falls. Her mother had signed her up last year. She wanted to make her proud.
Enola was pulled out of her thoughts by a red 1963 Porsche 356B Karmann Coupe. She furrowed her brows in curiosity as Stefan Salvatore stepped out of the vehicle with this confidence she had never seen before. At least not on him. Elena didn't seem to notice anything odd about this as she happily skipped over to her boyfriend. She hadn't seen him in days. Not since he confessed to being a crazed blood addict. He looked like a brand new person today. The shakes were gone and so was the cold sweat. It was almost as if he was perfectly fine. Almost.
"Nice car," Elena grinned.
"Well, it was a waste to leave it sitting in the garage." Stefan shrugged, giving his girlfriend a peck on the lips.
"I think I just threw up in my mouth," Enola gagged. She had never been a fan of PDA.
"Nice to see you too, Nola." Stefan teased, earning the middle finger from the girl. "Still hate mornings, I see."
"I didn't know you were coming back today." Elena said.
"You know, I woke up this morning and I was feeling great and I figured it was time for me to get back into things." Stefan explained.
"Does that mean you're okay now?" Elena questioned, wide eyes gleaming with hope. "With all the cravings?"
"Yeah, I mean, the worst part is—is over." Stefan hummed. "So now all I wanna do is just spend as much time with you as possible."
"I'm okay with that," Elena smiled, getting on her tippy toes to give him a gentle kiss.
"Thank you," Stefan smiled. "For helping me get through the rough patch."
"You're welcome," Elena nodded.
"Hey, lovebirds," Enola called out. "We're going to be late."
"I'll catch up with you guys. I'm gonna grab my stuff." Stefan announced. "I'll be right behind you."
