Ok, you won't actually find Stefan in here. Elena Gilbert has taken over.
This page is dedicated to my boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore. I vowed to have him even if it killed us both.
Stefan is staying in the only room on the top floor of Mrs. Flowers' Boarding House. This particular room has a rooftop trapdoor-easy to come and go as you please without anyone becoming suspicious at odd hours of the night.
Stefan is originally from Florence, Italy. Stefan isn't quite sure why he chose Fell's Church of all places. He doesn't talk about his life in Italy much, he doesn't talk about his family, and sometimes I wonder why he's here. But I'm so glad he is. He's what I've been waiting for all this time.
Stefan wears dark sunglasses and drives a black Porsche 911 Turbo. He can be frustratingly formal, but he's a gentleman to the end, and he's not like any boy I've ever met. He's mysterious, exotic. Don't tell anyone, but I think he's hiding something.
We met on September 4. I remember the first time I saw him, in the parking lot at Robert E. Lee High School, on the first day of Senior Year. He was really hard to get close to, and that was strange to me. I've never had trouble getting a guy's attention before. Usually they all at least look at me, but Stefan seemed to either not realize I was there, or wish that I weren't. It was pretty traumatic for me at times, when he'd snub me in public--or at least, that's what I thought he was doing. Turns out I just reminded him of someone from his past, and he didn't want to relive painful memories.
My best friend--former best friend--Caroline Forbes thought she was dating Stefan. She was dragging him off to the photography darkroom during lunch to be alone, but he was never actually interested in her. He had no idea that we were friends (past tense emphasized) or that Caroline was setting out to make him hers because she knew it would hurt me.
I found out about this little scheme at the Homecoming Dance. Color me surprised. I was crowned Homecoming Queen and then made an idiot of myself by running out of the dance with Tyler Smallwood. Big mistake. We went up to the old graveyard--and well, the rest of the time I spent with him was so awful, I'd rather forget about it. Anyway, Stefan showed up to rescue me, and we've been together ever since.
I'm hoping to get a picture of Stefan to put on this page. He doesn't seem very fond of cameras.
