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fourcolorlove2016-01-25 07:12 pm
braveandstupid) wrote in fourcolorlove2016-01-25 07:12 pm
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unnamed } { a trip down memory lane
Elena first kisses Tyler when they’re six years old.
It isn’t an intentional decision on her part. She lost a game to Hopscotch Champion Caroline Forbes and that is the end result. She doesn’t particularly want to do it either (she was hoping Caroline would say Matt, but she didn’t) but the relentlessness of Caroline cannot be tamed, even at the age of six, and a bet is a bet. Elena Gilbert does not weasel out of her wagers, so she does as she’s told, making her way over to the bench Tyler is sitting on during recess. He’s just gotten tagged out in dodgeball so he’s watching the game with interest, waiting for someone to tag him back in.
“Hey, Tyler.”
“Hey, Elena. You wanna play?”
“No.” She sits there awkwardly for a moment, trying to find the right segue into what she has to do, and Caroline and Bonnie are watching her from across the black top waiting for her to follow through. She swallows hard, pulls up all the confidence her little six year-old body can muster. Before anyone can be the wiser, she darts forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before, like any respectable six year-old girl who may have just given herself cooties, runs away like a shot while Caroline and Bonnie are shrieking on the other side of the parking lot.
Tyler looks mildly horrified. It’s safe to say that he couldn’t look at her the same way for as long as he actually cared about it, which pretty much amounted to three weeks. Six year-olds can be pretty forgiving that way.
Fifty years later, she’s sitting on that same bench while she waits for him to make his return to Mystic Falls, just as she is. They’re an odd pair traveling together, the hybrid and the vampire, but they make it work all the same. They probably shouldn’t be home this soon after leaving, as most of the people who knew them when they were alive are still around, but Matt needs help with a vampire problem, and neither of them could ever say no to Matt.
She hears the scuffs of his boots against the pavement, followed by the warmth of his jacket as he sits down next to her, and she can’t help but smile. “Remember when we used to play here when we were kids?”
“Of course I do. We are not that old, Elena.”
She smirks a bit at that, before shaking her head. “It feels like a lifetime ago. We didn’t have a care in the world back then. Except for, you know, cooties.”
“Which you were spreading liberally if I remember correctly.”
His tone is teasing, but the look she gives him in return is indignant all the same. “I lost a bet. That does not count as spreading cooties.”
“That is not how I remember it.”
“Oh really? Then how do you remember it?”
“I remember being told that you were supposed to kiss me, and all I got was a lousy peck on the cheek.”
“I was not going to give you an actual kiss,” Elena replies with a look, tossing her hair over her shoulders as she did. “You were dirty and gross and a jerk sometimes and I was saving myself for Matt.”
“And look how well that turned out.”
She gives him another look, but it’s much milder than it was previously. “I guess things work out the way they’re supposed to, in the end.”
“I guess they do.” He pauses for a moment, drumming his fingers against the bench before looking over at her with a smirk. “I still feel a little cheated though.”
She laughs at that, before turning to face him with a smile. “Would you like me to make it up to you?”
“Yes,” he nods, a teasing look on his face. “Yes, I would.”
“Fine.” She shifts in her seat a little more before leaning in to kiss him softly. It’s not their first real kiss, but they haven’t been doing this long enough where it’s stopped feeling new, and part of her hopes it never does. All she knows for now is that this is good, and she wants to keep seeing where this leads.
Her thumb brushes against his cheekbone as she pulls back, giving him a small smile in return. “Better?”
“Much,” he smiles, before taking her hand and pulling them both to their feet. “C’mon. We better go catch up with Matt and see what the damage is.”
She takes a deep breath and nods as she follows him, heading towards the sheriff’s station with a sigh. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
It isn’t an intentional decision on her part. She lost a game to Hopscotch Champion Caroline Forbes and that is the end result. She doesn’t particularly want to do it either (she was hoping Caroline would say Matt, but she didn’t) but the relentlessness of Caroline cannot be tamed, even at the age of six, and a bet is a bet. Elena Gilbert does not weasel out of her wagers, so she does as she’s told, making her way over to the bench Tyler is sitting on during recess. He’s just gotten tagged out in dodgeball so he’s watching the game with interest, waiting for someone to tag him back in.
“Hey, Tyler.”
“Hey, Elena. You wanna play?”
“No.” She sits there awkwardly for a moment, trying to find the right segue into what she has to do, and Caroline and Bonnie are watching her from across the black top waiting for her to follow through. She swallows hard, pulls up all the confidence her little six year-old body can muster. Before anyone can be the wiser, she darts forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before, like any respectable six year-old girl who may have just given herself cooties, runs away like a shot while Caroline and Bonnie are shrieking on the other side of the parking lot.
Tyler looks mildly horrified. It’s safe to say that he couldn’t look at her the same way for as long as he actually cared about it, which pretty much amounted to three weeks. Six year-olds can be pretty forgiving that way.
Fifty years later, she’s sitting on that same bench while she waits for him to make his return to Mystic Falls, just as she is. They’re an odd pair traveling together, the hybrid and the vampire, but they make it work all the same. They probably shouldn’t be home this soon after leaving, as most of the people who knew them when they were alive are still around, but Matt needs help with a vampire problem, and neither of them could ever say no to Matt.
She hears the scuffs of his boots against the pavement, followed by the warmth of his jacket as he sits down next to her, and she can’t help but smile. “Remember when we used to play here when we were kids?”
“Of course I do. We are not that old, Elena.”
She smirks a bit at that, before shaking her head. “It feels like a lifetime ago. We didn’t have a care in the world back then. Except for, you know, cooties.”
“Which you were spreading liberally if I remember correctly.”
His tone is teasing, but the look she gives him in return is indignant all the same. “I lost a bet. That does not count as spreading cooties.”
“That is not how I remember it.”
“Oh really? Then how do you remember it?”
“I remember being told that you were supposed to kiss me, and all I got was a lousy peck on the cheek.”
“I was not going to give you an actual kiss,” Elena replies with a look, tossing her hair over her shoulders as she did. “You were dirty and gross and a jerk sometimes and I was saving myself for Matt.”
“And look how well that turned out.”
She gives him another look, but it’s much milder than it was previously. “I guess things work out the way they’re supposed to, in the end.”
“I guess they do.” He pauses for a moment, drumming his fingers against the bench before looking over at her with a smirk. “I still feel a little cheated though.”
She laughs at that, before turning to face him with a smile. “Would you like me to make it up to you?”
“Yes,” he nods, a teasing look on his face. “Yes, I would.”
“Fine.” She shifts in her seat a little more before leaning in to kiss him softly. It’s not their first real kiss, but they haven’t been doing this long enough where it’s stopped feeling new, and part of her hopes it never does. All she knows for now is that this is good, and she wants to keep seeing where this leads.
Her thumb brushes against his cheekbone as she pulls back, giving him a small smile in return. “Better?”
“Much,” he smiles, before taking her hand and pulling them both to their feet. “C’mon. We better go catch up with Matt and see what the damage is.”
She takes a deep breath and nods as she follows him, heading towards the sheriff’s station with a sigh. “Let’s get this show on the road.”