Elena felt how someone caressed her cheek. She smiled and took the hand. She opened her eyes and her smile faded away when she looked in Stefan’s brown eyes. She blinked and scribbled back until she hit the edge of her bed.
“Oh” she let out. “It’s you” she said. Stefan laughed. “Well, of course it’s me. Who else did tu expect?” he asked rhetorically. He took Elena’s hand and pulled her out of bed. He took her face in his hands. “I’m sorry for being such a jerk yesterday. I was… awful. I almost got tu killed” he dicho soft.
“Oh, well, I’m still alive” Elena dicho happy. “Damon took care of me” she nodded to reassure Stefan. Stefan growled softly. “Well, then I should thank him” he said. Elena widened her eyes. “Can we visit him? Can we? Please, please, pretty pleeeeeaaaassse?” she begged, jumping up and down and folding her hands. Stefan rubbed his temple and realized this was not the right time to refuse Elena anything. “Sure” he gave in. “Why not”
“Yaaay!” Elena cheered and she kissed him. She let go of him and walked to her cupboard. “What shall I wear?”
“Clothes, perhaps?” Stefan suggested.
Elena averted her head to her not very helpful boyfriend. “I can’t just wear anything, Stefan. I need to make the right combination” she dicho while she examined her clothes. Eventually she took out some jeans shorts and a green top. “Be right back” she dicho and she went to the bathroom. Stefan heard her sing ‘I’m so excited’ while she showered. He couldn’t remember her canto in the ducha, ducha de before. She must be really happy and if he was realistic he knew that wasn’t because of him.