“I suggested getting hitched for probably two months after we got engaged. But he’s got this whole ‘you deserve a real wedding’ thing –– as if I haven’t already had one –– and those tend to require months of planning.” Corinne explains with a shrug. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“Why don’t you move the date up?”, Elena suggested. “You guys can do something small, very intimate with only close friends and family. Then, by the time you go on your honeymoon, he would pamper you all the time while you stay all day in the bed or by the pool”, she chuckled. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go?”

What the hell does that mean?

It will be.

“I’m probably going to end up on bed rest before the wedding, and yet I know asking Nicholas to move the date back is going to make him think I’m running.” She rolls her eyes with a sigh, moving out of the bedroom and starting down the stairs. “I’m fine. I just need help with packing and moving boxes. Stairs I can handle.”

Elena did laugh when Corinne called her bitch. She didn’t mean any harm, but then Corinne wasn’t that difficult to get to her bad side. “Only four? I’m rethinking the situation, and hoping I’d never get pregnant with triplets”, she smirked. “Anyway, would you like my help or not?”

“Bitch,” the offense is only half serious at the comment about her due date. “I am nowhere near my due date. I cannot control that I’m normally skinny as hell, and that triplets make me look nine months pregnant when I’m only four.”

“Touché”, Elena almost laughed, but sadness only allowed one shy smile to cross her face. “She’s probably sleeping too”, she smirked. “Would you like some help going downstairs, you seem close to your due already”

“Said the woman who isn’t defined by the people around her.” Corinne is quick to retort with a roll of blue eyes. She waits for Elena to return and shrugs her shoulders before answering. “Honestly? No idea. She’s pretty shitty at answering her phone.”

“Said the woman whose fiancé is a warlock”, Elena pointed out with a raised eyebrow. “I’m not walking around on PJ’s”, she mumbled as she walked towards the bathroom and returned just shortly. “What about Sadie? Where is she?”

“Please, Elena, your life is boring with supernatural friends.” Corinne is slow to get back on her feet, shrugging her shoulders. “Alright. No need to look nice. It’ll just be us, Tati is over at a friend’s house for the day.”

“Thank you for reminding me of how boring my life is without my supernatural friends”, Elena stuck her tongue out and then sighed. “Fine, I help and you’ll explain. Just give me a moment to change my clothes”

“Just because you have nothing to do with your life, does not mean that I have nothing to do today.” Corinne points out with a roll of her eyes. “I need help packing up my house and Nicholas is at work and doesn’t know how to pack anyways. Come help me, and I’ll explain.”

Elena knew Corinne well enough to know she was hiding something from her. “When it happened? I have really nothing to do this afternoon”, she blinked innocently, even though Corinne seemed like not into explaining it at all. 

Oh. Corinne had assumed that Elena would have remembered everything, but apparently she was wrong. “Yeah, it’s happened in a similar way before. It’s a long story, honestly.” Code for she didn’t want to have to explain it. “Angel friend? –– It’s a joke. Nevermind.”

“The other way around? What do you mean, Corinne?”, Elena asked, puzzled by that information. “This has happenned before?”, she put herself together. She nodded, knowing Nicholas, Dean and Sam could figure out what was going on, but again, Corinne got her confused. “I don’t have any angel friend”

“Caroline had this same freak out when things were the other way around.” Corinne offers her, hoping that she’ll find the sentiment to be comforting. “I’ll talk to Nicholas and the Winchesters and see what they can do about it. Where’s your angel friend?”

“I can’t just walk in their lifes”, Elena said and brought her knees close to her chest. “Damon almost fed on me, and Stefan… He looked at me as if I was a complete stranger. What am I suppose to do when all my friends don’t remember of me and I don’t even know where to start to fix it?”

There’s a quiet sigh that leaves from her lips as she moves across the room and sits down on the opposite end of the bed, listening to the mattress squeak under her weight. “Well, call me crazy, but I don’t think laying around in bed is going to make anything better for you.”

Elena sat up and brushed some locks of her hair behind her ears. “Why should I be up? They… They don’t remember of me”, she said with a weak shrug. “Stefan… Damon”, her voice trembled a bit. “I bet even Caroline won’t remember and I can’t do nothing to change it”

“Too bad, so sad. Don’t make me come over there and sit on you, because my fat ass will actually crush you.” She half-threatens, taking a few steps into the room, crossing her arms.

Elena whimpered and curled into herself as she heard the sound of her door opening. “Ouch”, she mumbled underneath the blanket and pulled it away from her face. “No… I want to stay here indefinitely”

When she didn’t hear any sort of vocal response, Corinne rolled her eyes to herself before she trudged up the stairs, hand supporting her swollen belly. “C’mon, Elena,” she speaks again as she opens up the door to her bedroom, grabbing a decorative pillow off the floor and throwing it at the younger girl. “Rise and shine. It’s practically afternoon.”

Elena could hear Corinne downstairs and groaned to herself. Where was Jeremy when she needed him to distract people? If only she still had vampire speed, she’d run away and won’t let anyone bother her. She didn’t answer her, instead she pulled the covers over her and hoped Corinne would leave her alone.

Ah, the disappointment is fresh.

Fairly close, actually. 

Tell me it’s somewhere far, far away.

I finally found a place I like.

“Elena!” The blonde calls out, fist knocking on the door three times before Corinne lets herself into the house uninvited. “Rise and shine, kiddo. I’m putting your ass to work.”

Elena didn’t sleep the entire night, rethinking of her meetings with Stefan and Damon. Neither of the Salvatores remembered of her, and she was afraid neither Tyler or Caroline would as well. Most of all, she was worried of Damon lashing out like old times. Elena needed to convince Stefan of her story, if only Stefan believed her, he could help on convincing Damon as well… He had developed so much through the years, Elena knew she wouldn’t be able to handle a dark and reckless Damon all over again. 

Yeah, sure. It’s kind of old news.

Really? That’s great, Corinne.