You thought that anything else in this god forsaken town that is Mystic Falls would destroy you. Vampires. Maybe a ripper. A werewolf bite. A witch bursting you into flames. Maybe a hybrid. An evil doppelgänger. But no. It was roller-skating.

Yes, you were eighteen years old and didn’t know how to skate without that fucking stupid trainer triangle.. thingy.

Stefan was a pro. Which surprised you but honestly didn’t. He probably had lots of practice — being a 162 year old vampire and all. You’d make fun of his age all the time, how “old” he was, even though he’d be physically 17 forever.

The amount of “mother fucks” “shits” and “why the fuck am I heres?” that came from you was absolutely ridiculous. You truly didn’t even realize (you didn’t care) that there was a bunch of kids and young teens here, and many parents/guardians were giving you looks with all the profanity that you were using.