Who: Stefan and Serena Where: Casa de Whoreo When: Tues, around 4am What: Stefan talks to Serena about what she's doing Status: On going Warnings: I'm going to say yes, but TBD
Stefan heard a car pull up as he sat on the couch at Robin's place. It was nearly four am and Stefan already knew who it was. He'd been waiting for her to come home all night and she usually did around the same time, at least that's what he noticed when he did stay at Robin's. They all knew something was going on with Serena. How could it not? She had a rough few months and it just seemed to pile on. With dying, turning into a zombie and then David leaving, it was neverending and maybe ... it made it easier to turn their heads. To give her a free pass. But the nights just seemed to get longer and her days much shorter. She was missing work and it was starting to affect her life. Her new friends weren't friends at all. She came in high all the time and Stefan felt guilty because he hadn't really said anything. He should have sooner. It wasn't like he was waiting up to say anything to her now. He just wanted to make sure she got in alright and when the door opened and she stumbled in, her heels clacking on the floor, he was up in a flash, grabbing her before she fell.
She didn't look so good and Stefan held onto her as he closed the door and locked it, but she pushed away from him and he took a step back. Her hair was a mess and her clothes looked pulled at. He expected her to go to her bedroom, but she didn't and instead headed to the kitchen. He sat back down on the couch and took a sip of his beer, or well, Penny's beer.
"Have a good time tonight?"
He asked and glanced over at her from where he was sitting. He just shook his head and looked back at the tv. Some late night show that he wasn't really paying attention to. There was so much on his mind. Serena. The wedding. The new job, Enzo. It really was neverending and he got that, but Serena was starting to worry him. He cared about her, he considered her one of his closest friends here. It was crazy how it started, but now he couldn't imagine a time in Portland where he wasn't friends with her. And now she was destroying herself and Stefan could barely recognize her. It was scary, even for him. Because this wasn't supernatural, this wasn't something he could just fix. She had a problem and it was very human and very real and something needed to be done. He couldn't just make it go away as much as he wanted to. It was something that she would have to want to do.
He got up from where he was and walked over to the kitchen where she was digging in the fridge and he leaned against the counter.