Elena And Stefan dancing

The doorbell rang. Sighing, I pushed myself up from the sofa and placed my diary on the table. On my way to the door, it rang again.
“Ok ok, I’m coming!” I đã đưa ý kiến angrily, and wrenched open the oak door. It was Damon.
“Damon, what do bạn want,” I said, exasperated. I really didn’t want to deal with whatever crap he was intending to say right now.
“I was coming to see if bạn were ok,” he đã đưa ý kiến calmly.
“Pfft. Like bạn really care,” I tried to shut the door in his face, but his strong hand stopped me easily. “I really don’t feel like talking to you.” I let go of the door and...

Interviewer: Are bạn looking phía trước, chuyển tiếp to tonight?
Ian: I’m just looking phía trước, chuyển tiếp to, bạn know, hanging out with Paul Wesley.
Paul: I have that effect on-
Ian: Who isn’t?


Julie: ”I just like the stories of when they all have to fly together and Nina’s like ‘Oh my bag’s lost!’ and the boys are like ‘Come on we gotta go.’”
Interviewer: “Couldn’t bạn just go and threaten the people at the airline counter on her behalf? Just to scare them a little bit, to find her luggage?”
Julie: “No they left her at the airport -“
Nina: “- on my birthday!”
Ian: “We told her take a taxi…”...