Who: Elena and Damon (Others later?) When: August 2, 2011/ Mid afternoon Where: The Gilbert House What: Elena misses home and stops in to spend the night-not a good idea, but she is stubborn as hell anyway. Rating: Pg-13 Status: Incomplete/ Open
Shuffling through her purse, the teenager pulled out her house keys and slipped them in the lock. Like always, the lock stuck and she had to jimmy with it a moment before it clicked and the door popped open. The familiarity of it brought a smile to Elena's face and she pushed it open, stepping inside and inhaling deeply the scent of home-a scent that had become quite foreign to her over the last few weeks. Not that Elena was complaining, she loved being with Damon at the boarding house. It was heaven and it was safe there from Stefan, but Elena still missed home and her own bedroom. It was nice to know she could always come home even if everything else changed or was lost in the flood of evil that captured Mystic Falls in its clutches constantly.
Shutting the door and locking it up again, the brunette headed for her room, kicking off her shoes in the doorway and dumping her bag on her bed like so many days before. Everything was the way she left it-perfect and clean-and she reveled in the small stuff: her pictures, her dresser, her clothes and jewelry (most of which her mother had given her). Flashing herself a small smile in the mirror, Elena slipped from her room and padded down the stairs into the kitchen. She would cook-like she use to- and maybe even see Jer tonight. Maybe, just maybe everything would have a tad of normal to it tonight.