DAHLIA'S PHONE call completely broke her. Her heart felt like it was pulled out of her chest and she was being taunted with it. She didn't understand why Niklaus didn't want to see her; she was back with all her memories. She wondered what would make him not want to see her. Every night she cried into her pillow, careless of the fact Stefan heard her every time. It was a chore to get through the day, and when she did, she fell asleep thinking of him. During all of it, Stefan and Damon had finally found out about how old she really was, and who she was to Niklaus. 

"What the hell, lady. Why didn't you tell us you're a 2,000 year old immortal?" The two stormed into Stefan's room as she sat on the floor across his mirror. She didn't notice them as she stared at herself in the mirror, disgusted at her reflection. She looked a mess; her eyes were red and puffy, her skin was discoloured, and her lips were scaly and dry. "Conceited much?" She glared at them through the mirror and exhaled sharply.

"I didn't think it would be important. Besides, I just remembered. Niklaus compelled it all away." Her voice got soft at his name. She bit her lip and slathered concealor all over her face. She would be pretty for herself. 

"What? What do you mean?" Stefan asked eagerly. Dahlia smiled at herself in the mirror to keep her cool. It was like she couldn't think about him no matter how hard she tried. He haunted her with her tattered heart in his grasp. 

"Okay, enough with the self-pity. Now spill the beans on you and Niklaus." Damon stood behind her and stared at her through the mirror. The girl bit her lip.

"To hell with him." She said with false bravado as she stood up and turned to the Salvatores. "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen. I'm gonna step out for a while. I've got some...stuff to do." She had nothing to do. She just needed some air. Everything was being thrown at her, and it took a toll on her. As she walked past the brothers, Stefan held her back by grabbing her arm.

"I'll come with you." She groaned, but actually wanted him to come along. It felt nice knowing someone cared. The two stepped out of the house and when Dahlia walked past his car, Stefan asked about it. "No car?" 

Dahlia shifted from side to side. "I don't actually have anything to do. Lame, I know." Stefan nodded and a smile grew on his face as he thought of an idea.

"Well, there is some kind of decade dance at the school. Caroline really wanted me to go. Care to join?" The girl had completely forgot about school and how she was supposed to be there.

"What decade? Because let me tell you buddy, the 50's were not for me." Stefan rolled his eyes.

"It's the 20s." Dahlia let out a sigh of relief and mockingly wiped imaginary sweat from her forehead. As Stefan walked past her, she heard him mutter under his breath. "You'd look good in any decade." She felt her cheeks warm up and bit her lip. She ran after him and the two walked to the costume store in town.

Dahlia looked at herself in the mirror and felt a sense of déjà vu. The short, silver fringed dress paired with the matching silver beaded cap reminded her of the 20s. She was in New York for the majority of the 20s, busy partying from sunrise to sundown. Lovers came and she had her fun, but it felt like there was something missing. She even remembers being proposed to. With that, the flings and relationships never lasted. But she still partied like there was no tomorrow. 

"A good decade?" She heard from behind her. Dahlia turned to face the suited Salvatore.

"They don't call them the Roaring 20s for nothing, you know." Stefan smiled and unconsciously looked her up and down. His eyes lingered over her dress before shaking his head and looking away. Dahlia noticed and walked over to him. "So you're my date, right? I'd hate to go alone..." She fake pouted and looked down.

"If you want." Stefan teased. Dahlia grinned and held his hand. 

"Then it's settled. Now let's go!" She dragged him out with her hand in his soft, warm hand. This boy was too pure for the world, she thought. 

The two stepped into the decorated gymnasium. It was filled with teenagers dressed up for a decade they probably knew nothing about. Dahlia felt slightly offended at how off some of their costumes were. 

"What the hell?! Why is he wearing a toga? It's the 1920s, not 20 BC." Stefan stifled a laugh at her comments as they met up with their group of friends. The tall blonde turned and greeted them.

"Stefan, Dahlia! You made it!" Dahlia nodded and admired her outfit. It was a pink, fringed dress paired with long white gloves and fake pearls hanging from her neck. "You look smoking hot!" The Forbes girl whispered to her. 

"I could say the same about you." Dahlia definitely didn't feel smoking hot. "If I bend, my dress will reveal my entire ass and possibly more." She yelled over the terrible music to Matt, Tyler and Stefan as Caroline got lost somewhere. The three boys looked at each other uncomfortably as she continued to talk about her struggles. "This thong, man. Never again." 

"Okay, c'mon." Stefan pulled her onto the dance floor as she tried to get away. She stared at the kids dancing around her to the upbeat, jazz music.

"I hate dancing. And I especially hate this tasteless music. Makes me feel like I just died on the Titanic." 

"It's a happy song." As if on cue, the music switched to a slow serenade and the lights dimmed. Stefan held his hand out to which Dahlia groaned but took anyway. The brunette man slithered his hand around her waist and on her back while his other hand was clasped with hers. They swayed slowly together and stood in the midst of normal highschoolers. Dahlia watched how young and happy they were. She couldn't help but feel a fragment of sadness at how she'd never properly be a high-school student. 

The girl snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at Stefan, who was already watching her. His hand was no longer intertwined with hers, and instead was touching her cheek ever so slightly. She nervously bit her lip and felt like a 16 year old girl who was just noticed by her crush. His thumb traced her jawline and she rubbed her lips together. She noticed his Adam's apple bob up and down nervously. Dahlia watched him slowly lean in and connect his lips with hers. She kissed him back and felt her heart pound. The girl pulled away when she felt eyes on her.

She turned her head and to her right were Elena and Caroline eyeing the two. They quickly looked away, thinking they were slick. Dahlia scoffed when she saw how much Elena's dress resembled hers. She rolled her eyes and turned her head back to Stefan. The both of them stood there awkwardly, waiting for the other to say something. The man pulled his phone out and checked the time.

"Do you wanna get going?" Dahlia nodded and wrapped her arm around his. The air was chilly as they stepped out and into his car. They drove back to the Salvatore house in comfortable silence. 

Once they arrived, Stefan held the door open as she got out. She moaned in pain at her aching feet as she sat on the couch. Stefan walked up to her and helped her take her jacket off. Dahlia took it off and watched him intently. Out of nowhere, she threw her jacket to the side and sped over to kiss him. Their kiss this time was much more eager and energetic. Stefan sped her against a wall, still kissing her. The two sped up to his room and had a night that they both agreed not to talk about. 

authors note

breh the timeline is so fucked up LMAOOOO but yea

also this is a filler chapter dont mind it