I&#x27;m gonna catch you

Oh, you’re right. We can sit together, if you want.

That would be nice actualy, thank you.

Thank you. It’s supposed to bring good luck, but I guess we’ll see.

Well in any case it's gorgeous. And we're about to see if luck is around, since the game is about to start apparently.

It appears to be so. It smells nice, too. Here. Stefan said it has some kind of herb— vervain, I think it was called. Never heard of it, really.

Oh, vervain that's a nice pick. Well, in any case this is a great gift, it suits you really well.

Uh, sorry about that. He just gave me this necklace and— yeah, I’ll just… shut up about him. I don’t know, my head isn’t just ready to focus on something else besides school, I guess.

It's okay, it's sweet. Oh wow, it's gorgeous. What is it? Silver? Hey, you don't have to stop talking, it's a nice change of subject rather than Mr Tanner and potential attacks late at night. That's nice, more time to focus on you.

Is it obvious? How? A distraction from school sounds nice, and I’m glad you found yours, Quinn. Nope, I won’t be joining anything this year, and I think, in a way, it’s for the best.

You know, talking about him with those dreamy eyes and all that. Well, hopefully it won't be too boring. Really, why not?

I.. don’t think he’s doing it to impress me, he doesn’t need that. Though I did encourage him to give it a shot to make some friends. We’re teenagers, having friends— fun it’s part of the experience. He’s a great guy, and more people need to see that.

I was kidding, it seems obvious that you're impressed enough. But it was nice of you to encourage him, especially if he likes it and makes the school wins something. And talking about fun and friends, I think I might join the photography club, after all. It doesn't seem as distracting and time-consuming as cheerleading and it'd still be nice. What about you? Not joining anything then?

I’m sure you will. Mhm. Actually, he joined… yesterday. And Mr. Tanner was so impressed, he’s already on the team. I watched him practice, and he has a pretty strong arm— incredibly, almost.

Oh wow, that is recent. Maybe he was practicing all along and waited for someone to notice him to start playing, so that he can impress you? In any case, he does look strong so I'm looking forward to seeing all that play out.

Seems fair. Though, you can’t just focus on grades— it’ll stress you out. Eventually. Oh, now it makes sense. Well, I, for one, am pretty excited. Stefan’s the new secret weapon and I’d say great things can be expected for our team this year, like, winning for once.

Of course, but I can manage alright, like I did the previous years. Secret weapon, huh? That good? Well, I'll be looking forward to see that in action then, I'm sure the game will be entertaining, and a win could be good for this school's spirit.

You didn’t made it? That’s… odd. I quit, that’s what quitters do. Cheerleading just— wasn’t doing it for me anymore. Do you mean you’ve never been to a football game?

Well, I didn't do that well on the tryouts and after talking to my parents, I decided that I needing to focus on my..grades, so no distractions for me. Oh, no, with my Dad? I've been a lot of times. But it's always fun to see the new team they put together every year.

Tonight may be the first time I won’t be on the field cheering for the Timberwolves, but from the stands. And I’m equally excited— even more now that Stefan’s on the team.

Well, I guess none of us made the squad apparently. But I'll be in the stands too. Don't like it so much, but I want to see what this is all about.

THE NIGHT OF THE COMET

Quickly glancing at Quinn and giving her a fainted smile as though it was the end to the conversation about cheerleading, Elena realized the blonde was definitely more excited about the tryouts than she was. For as long as she could remember, cheerleading was her passion; her parents would go see every game just to see her cheer— even Jeremy was forced a couple of times, though the brunette knew he actually had fun without hearing his official confession. The only thing that detained her from giving up was her friends: Bonnie, Caroline… The three of them—it was their thing, and it could be taken away from them because of her. One more point to add to the list of things that don’t have a point anymore.

Her smile only grew further at Quinn’s words as the reflection of the comets and stars keeping it company reflected in her dark brown eyes. The snowball shining in the sky was breathtaking, and the closer it seemed, the bigger the feeling. Nevertheless, Elena knew she was being watched—not in creepy way as it had happened that day at the graveyard, or how she felt lately in general. The girl knew to whom that sight belonged to, and it was… warm, in a way, and the weight of her hazel eyes made Elena turn her heard towards Quinn, whose eyes looked like a galaxy themselves. Taking a breath she, assumed, had lost whilst her gaze had merged with the night sky, Elena’s lips parted, and she suddenly forgot about everything; the exact way it had happened the first night they met, or when they bumped into each other the first day of school.

Elena couldn’t comprehend what it truly was, and that was scary. Again. The realization hit her and she fell to the reality of the matter: she needed to stop being so god damn scared about everything. She was no longer a little girl, her parents were no longer alive to tell her everything was going to be alright; she had changed. She was different. And the first step to prove herself and everyone was Stefan. Fight your fears. Clearing her throat, which, by the way, felt dry now, Elena tucked locks of hair behind both ears with her free hand, to later put it in her jean’s pocket. “I—uh, I need to do something,” closing her eyes for a second as she shook her head slightly, she continued. “I’ve got somewhere else to be.” Her voice was reassuring, not only for Quinn, but for herself. Elena needed to do this; otherwise she could regret it for the rest of her life. Biting the inside of her lower lip, she finally added. “I’ll see you around?”

Quinn felt her breath hitch in her throat as brown eyes suddenly met hers. Although her normal reaction would have been to look away and wait for the usual heat to flush her cheeks, she just couldn't. Her eyes were locked with ones she could feel herself drowning into, something fluttering in her chest that she couldn't identify. It wasn't fear, not even nervousness. It was something else entirely, something she didn't care to label as long as it stayed that warm and settled near her heart. Elena hadn't looked away. That was her first thought, and it made a small smile tug at the corner of her lips. They were so close, as they had been talking and Quinn had taken a step closer to see the comet from behind the brunette that when she had turned around, they now found themselves closer than expected. Yet, all of this wasn't a foreign feeling. It had happened before, twice. And each time were moments where she had been with Elena. But now wasn't the time to think too much about this or figure things out, right now was something else, even the sky was agreeing with that. Her eyes glanced briefly to the brunette's lips, and she felt her own part in the same way, her body instinctively telling her to move even closer.

She blinked a few times as she realized that those lips were moving. Looking back up, something had changed in the brunette's eyes and it brought her back down to earth. She frowned lightly as her brain attempted to catch up with the hesitant yet fast string of words that were passing the pink lips she had been enthralled by just seconds ago. Opening her mouth to reply, Quinn only had the time to close it again and nod with an unsure smile as Elena excused herself, making her way through the crowd, now further and further away from the blonde. Looking down at the candle she was still holding, she sighed softly, wondering what all of this was. Looking up, she caught the comet slowly fading away in the darkness and decided that it was time for her to do the same, blowing out the candle in a quick breath, leaving on a nearby stool forgotten by someone and pushing her fists in the pockets of her jacket as she walked back towards her car, her head low, reeling with thoughts and confusion, all linked by the same pair of sparkling brown eyes.

THE NIGHT OF THE COMET

Elena was thinking too much about everything which, if you think about it, isn’t really unpredictable. Ever since the accident, Elena learnt to deal with her problems by keeping them inside—though, that’s exactly how you don’t deal with them. Whatever had happened with Stefan that night they talked until 2 in the morning, still wasn’t enough for her to really open up, and it was most likely to never happen. One of Elena’s greatest fears and hatred leaned towards implying weakness. Sure, there was nothing that required her to have strength—physical strength, at least. And now? Now Elena was walking away, was being a coward and was acting like a scaredy-cat—she was not being herself, or more like, the girl she was proving everyone she was.

Licking her lips quickly, Elena sighed and toyed with candle between her fingers once more. “No, don’t worry about it. Caroline will teach us a new choreography in the moment. It’s only fair if all of us share the same spotlight instead of every girl flying through the air. It’d also take us a lot of extra time.”

Suddenly, the crowd became louder. Kids were asking their fathers to lift them up, pointing at the sky as fellow citizens were in awe looking at the comet. It was closer than before, brighter. The celestial body moved slowly above their heads, and Elena couldn’t help but smile as her dark eyes connected with the darker sky—a genuine smile for once. “It’s… beautiful.” Elena let out in a breath. “Do you ever forget that you’re actually part of this world? Places holding wonderfulness for us to appreciate and admire…” Her smile weakened a little, but stayed truthful. “It makes you feel so… small, but grateful; not everyone can say they’ve seen a comet like this.”

Quinn listened to the brunette, turning to her with a smile, happy to know that she wouldn't have to embarass herself too much for those try-outs. She knew that cheerleading could be intense, much more than people liked to assumed it was, and if there was one thing that the blonde didn't do, it was failing. So whatever it took, she would leanr that choreography and show off to get in that team. Maybe it would help settle more in school, and hang out with other people than the few she had become acquainted with. If you could call it that, even. "That does sounds fair, and much better than I was worried it would be." She nodded with a small smile.

Before she could talk again, she saw the crowd turn around to look at the sky, people talking louder as she did the same and watched the comet move across the dark sky. She felt slightly breathless, more touched by the phenomenon that she had thought she would be, and yet, she couldn't look away, it was fascination, and Elena's soft words were only adding to the moment. Nodding softly, she smiled as she replied. "It's amazing. Especially since it's happening so far away and yet it looks so clear, like the universe is putting on a show to show us how little we are compared to it." She said softly, her eyes locked onto the light in the sky before she briefly glanced at the girl next to her with a small smile, taking in how different Elena looked in that moment, her eyes devoid of sadness and her smile genuine as she looked at the sky. There was something special about this girl, and although Quinn couldn't put her finger on what it was yet, she knew that she couldn't look away, because what she was watching shone brighter than any comet.

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THE NIGHT OF THE COMET

Her dark eyes glued to the ground she was standing on with shame. Burdening someone with her problems was already bad, but the fact that they were over a boy? Much worse. Still, Elena listened to her every word, unable to shake off the sensation that maybe Quinn would help her think clearer. The brunette decided to keep her lips sealed until the blonde finished, and just as her time was up, the fogginess was stepping out of her mind. Yes, she did just meet him. But it had been… epic. That’s the first word that came up when she thought about everything related to Stefan. He was her shot on getting everything back, on solving the puzzle her life was now; he seemed to be the answer, and as stubborn as Elena was, she’d stick to that thought. Back down wouldn’t be as bad, though, Quinn was right about that. But then she remembered: Elena never actually gave him the chance to explain himself tonight before she met Quinn at the festival; she was acting by Damon’s words, someone she definitely didn’t know at all. With that thought in mind, backing down is an action a person… scared would do. And then it hit her.

Elena was scared.

Scared of everything crumbling down if Elena let herself feel for someone, scared of moving on after her parents’ accident, scared of being happy for two seconds while they were death and Jeremy was also suffering on the sidetrack. How would she let herself be happy when everyone else was in a darker place? Now that she wouldn’t tell the other girl. Mostly because she was still too immersed in her own thoughts to agree or disagree out loud to her advice.

Snapping out of it, Elena blinked repeatedly and sighed, her lips curling up in yet another small smile. “As older members, all we need to do is line up in front of the current captain and do a simple routine. We’ll be doing it at the same time, so there’s nothing worry about. It’s just to see how your coordination is doing and whatnot. A lot can change in four months.”

Quinn looked around as Elena didn't say anything, not wanting to stare insistantly at the girl and creep her out or anything, especially when the brunette already looked so.. fragile. She let her eyes linger on the other people around, discussing softly, their hands holding tightly onto the lit candles like they were some kind of protection. Everyone seemed to be eager now, eyes drifting to the sky every two minutes to check on the comet, and when she did the same, the blonde was surprised to see that it was bigger now, closer and somehow made things seemed to little in comparison. She got lost for a few moments in the contemplation of it, feeling herself in tune with the atmosphere, like her something inside of her was shifting and finally being like everyone else, just watching and enjoying the phenomena.

As she heard Elena spoke again, she looked back at her, nodding as she chuckled softly. The brunette's last words made her look down, memories of hearing the furious braking of a car, and seeing it drown in cold water, unable to move, her body frozen by something entirely. Sighing softly, she pushed those thoughts away and smiled back at the girl, shrugging. "What do girls who want to join have to do then? Do I have to.. prepare a choreography or something?" She asked, her features wary. It was something to be physically trained for exercise and sports, but it was a whole other thing to make up a routine and pass a try-out in front of other people judging. And she wasn't sure she was entirely ready for that. But like she had told the brunette, she needed to find an activity for this year, because the past one had been way too lonely and she didn't want to spend her whole highschool missing out and being on her own. Not anymore, at least.

THE NIGHT OF THE COMET

Elena was trying her best to be actually there instead of whatever place her mind constantly ran off to. Guilty was starting to accumulate as she realized that Quinn was also trying here—at least, that’s what she though. It wasn’t Quinn’s fault that Elena shoved down all her problems and bottled them up. It wasn’t Quinn’s fault that Elena kept feeling guilty about her parents’ death, building walls down with every past second. Her friends, her family, and now Stefan, had expectations she had to make come true, fit in the “good girl” mold everyone knew she was. But now she was there, the comet was leaving white dust behind itself, people were sharing their fire at the last minute, Quinn was there offering a shoulder to cry on (Not that she’d actually cry; she had had enough of it, to be honest), and Elena needed to get it out of her system.

“I hate being lied to. I mean, who doesn’t?” She let out with a sharp tone, eyes fixed on the fire. “And he’s this really nice guy and has the whole mysterious-new-guy-who-is-incredibly-attractive-yet-incredibly-charming-and-sweet thing. And the other night he came over and we talked all night. We talked all night. Nothing else. We talked enough to be honest with each other about the basic, simplest things. That’s what I supposed.” Licking her lips and quickly glancing at Quinn, Elena continued. “And he keeps making excuses, and lying—at least I think he is lying. Stefan didn’t tell me he had a brother, and I told him basically my family tree… I—I thought we had this… weird, cheesy connection you see in the movies when two people meet, and now… I don’t know anymore.” Taking a deep breath and expelling all the air instantly, Elena toyed with the candle between her fingers. “Turns out I’m the rebound girl.”

Nodding weakly, she answered with any hint of excitement— yet again. “Mhm, that’s the plan. Tryouts for old members are in a few days. Bonnie and I are going to try again, and you can come with us, if you want?”

Quinn was surprised as the brunette started to talk. She had expected Elena to be the kind of girl who would appreciate the sentiment of her offering to help but just keep everything to herself. But she was talking, and it made the blonde frown as she explained what was going on. It didn't sound good, far from it really, and she wasn't sure of what to say. She had never been the best at comforting people, although she did try hard when she cared about someone, but somehow there was something.. cold about her, or at least that's what she had been told. Pushing those thoughts away, she bit her lip as she looked at Elena, shrugging. "Maybe it's not that bad. I'm not trying to excuse him, believe me, I know that guys can be awful sometime but.. you just met him. I don't think anyone would share their secrets, especially if they're as hurtful as bad relationships on the first.. date or hangout. But if you feel like he's still ying to you then you should definitely step back for a while." She said, her brows furrowed as she talked, hoping that this didn't sound too bad or too cliché.

Smiling at the brunette, she sighed softly. "Maybe leave it for a while. You don't need to start your year with heartbreak." She added, making a mental note to be wary of Stefan. She had had a bad feeling about the guy since Elena had bumped into him, but she had only attributed it to just being careful about strangers in general. But it felt like somethin else nonetheless, and although she wasn't sure of what it was, what the girl next to her was saying wasn't making it go away, that was for sure. As Elena changed subjects and talked about try-outs, Quinn grinned as she nodded.

"That sounds nice, yeah. Will probably be less intimidating to go on that field with people I know. Although.. I'm guessing that if I end up having to go after you, it won' tbe flattering for me, since you were on the squad already." She chuckled, scrunching up her nose as she looked at Elena.

THE NIGHT OF THE COMET

Elena listened closely as she spoke, but then she felt a shiver down her spine—and a bad one. As the blonde girl talked about how she had only heard about it last week, Elena remembered how she knew about the Night of the Comet for so many years: Her mother. Being part of the Town Council meant that Miranda Sommers-Gilbert was aware of the town’s event from the next twenty years, and the strong bond Grayson’s girls shared, made Elena be conscious about these gatherings and those that were yet to come, such as the Miss Mystic Falls beauty pageant, the one Elena was signed up in and could barely remember existed. Forcing a more genuine smile onto her lips while she realized the night wasn’t going as she expected, Elena wet her lower lip and nodded in agreement.

“Mhm. Kids seem to be more eager, though.” She added just as a pair of kids ran before them chasing each other. Watching them brought memories when everything was calmer, when she had less worries—when things were better. Quinn’s next comment caught her by surprise. So… Her mask wasn’t working. ‘Note to self: Work on your ‘I’m okay face’. Her brows knitted together and her eyes darted before landing on Quinn’s again.

“Yeah, boy drama.” Elena finally admitted, shaking her head and letting a dry laugh out, as though that would take the importance away. That was the first time she heard the blonde girl say something about the accident, and Elena couldn’t help but shut everything out. It was something natural by now, to which, of course, she ignored. “I thought you were joining the cheerleading team?” She asked, slightly confused. “It’d definitely help you survive the year.”

Looking over at a few kids that indeed seemed way more excited that the rest of the crowd, Quinn offered a small smile as she nodded. "Must be more magical for them, I guess. Plus, they get a night where they can stay up late and everything, so that's probably the main reason for that energy." She chuckled softly as she looked around. The rest of the people seemed to be quite eager for that comet nonetheless, talking together and now and then looking up at the dark sky. Maybe not knowing so much about this event made it less fun for the blonde, but she could only guess that the level of appreciation for a night like this was different for everyone. Especially when she would rather be at home reading, instead of being forced out by friends who had disappeared on her after half an hour. But looking back at the brunette next to her, Quinn remembered why she hadn't left yet. Something about Elena interested her, ever since their first meeting, and she wanted to be able to truly pinpoint what it was.

"Already? Well, sorry for you. If you need to talk about it or anything, I'm here, waiting for some comet to arrive in the sky so I can listen." She offered with a small smile. She didn't have much interest in hearing about some new guy and what had happened with him and Elena, but she figured that, if she wanted to make her Junior year a decent one, she had to have some real friends, and that meant discussing boys and other drama. As she noticed Elena's confusion, she shrugged. "I might, I missed the first try-outs though, because I ended up having something else to do at that time, but if there's an opening this week, I'll try." She said with a small smile. "What about you? Still on the squad or are you doing something else this year?"

THE NIGHT OF THE COMET

Her sight dropped briefly, mostly because she needed to delete every trace of ‘not being okay’ from her face, her actions and the halo around her. People didn’t need to worry about her; she was fine, she is always fine. This was just another obstacle she had to through, nothing major. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her either—in fact, she probably did, she does. Elena hadn’t forgotten those two encounters and how she felt around her. Was it perhaps too soon to put her trust on someone? Most likely. Stefan, Quinn. The truth was that Elena would rather focus on other people, meeting new people, getting to know more people than fix herself, or fix whatever other aspect in her life that needed more attention, like, I don’t know, the fact that she still couldn’t talk about the accident, how her hands shook slightly each time she got in a car, how she isolated from people she cared about after the accident, or how things that made her spirit and body burn with passion didn’t anymore, like cheerleading.

Turning her head so she’d be able to look at her better, Elena listened to her words, eyes staring up when Quinn did so. “It’s good you came,” she said with a small nod. “The comet is supposed to be something else. We’ve been waiting for 145 years… Well, generations have. I’ve waited for twelve years, maybe.” Her voice was definitely not appropriate for a twelve years long wait, but Elena didn’t notice—she was just off. “It’s a once in a lifetime chance.”

Nodding as her eyebrows raised and her lips pressed together in a thin line, Elena took a deep breath through her nose at the mention of that guy. “Yeah. That would be Stefan,” Letting all the air of her lungs out, Elena continued. “I’ve been good. I am good. School is already stressing me out, like you said. But it’s the only thing I have to do, so, yeah, I guess that will be my default mood for the rest of the year.”

Quinn looked at the brunette as she talked, trying to keep her face composed and the usual aloof mask that it was. That was an important trick that her father had taught her. To never show her true emotions, to never let her feeling appear on her face and reveal too much. It was dangerous, whether she was in front of an enemy who would be perceptive of every little movement she made, and every crease in her brows, or whether it was in her normal life, where people would take advantage of her feelings to use her or hurt her. But she had learned, and now she was in complete control of the facade she displayed, most of the time. This way she could observe people without them noticing too much, and that was what she was currently doing with Elena. The girl seemed different from a few days ago. The difference was even more obvious if she compared the brunette in front of her to the one she had met last summer, outside the bonfire. She knew that the accident and she had partly witnessed was at fault for most of that - it was understandable- but yet, there was something distinctively other than that that seemed to shadow over Elena's features.

"I've only heard about it last week, even though I've lived here for four years now. So I guess it's a big deal mainly because it allows people to go out and feel like they're part of something bigger, of the universe and all that. And whoever sell these candles probably makes a lot of business too so that must help." She replied with a playful smile. The blonde tilted her head as Elena mentioned 'Stefan'. Of course she knew how he was called, she had been near him in one of the classes where the teacher had called his name out, but she was curious to see the way the brunette reacted as she mentioned him. Decided not to push it, the girl seemed to deserve her peace enough, she nodded as Elena talked, hazel eyes staying focused on the monotone voice with which the brunette spoke. "That seems enthusiastic." She piped, biting her lip as she caught herself. "Sorry, I guess it's an off night for some people, and you seem to be one of them. Maybe you'll end up finding something else to do besides school, something that will help you through the year. You never know." She said with a small smile. "I, for one, know that I need to find a club to join, because otherwise, I might die of boredom this year."