Stefan Salvatore's daughter ~ Miracle

23. Fireworks were the countdown

Gillian's P.O.V.

Today is THE day and everything is going crazy! The floats are ready, some people are dressed like in 1864, which is kinda weird for me, some footballers have their uniform on as well for the cheerleaders. For me, it's my uniform today. I'm not walking but I was told to put it on. Why? Good question.

I finish preparing the last things for the Founders' day when I hear some cheerleaders cheering not too far from me while holding the banner of our school. And beside the girls, Mrs. Lockwood is supervising everyone.

- No, no, no, no, no! It's all wrong! The marching band should be in front of the Historic Society, she screams while pointing at groups with her pen. Matt, get up on the float, she tells to the blond boy who is actually taking pictures with Caroline. Boys, I asked you to put chairs on the Founders' Float. Ladies! Time to get on the float.

I smile as I remark how nervous she is. Mrs Lockwood might be even more nervous than we all are. Tyler sees me and waves while smiling. I wink at him and wave back. I turn around and remark my father walking with his hands in his pockets. He is also wearing a costume, since he is Elena's escort. I chuckle as I walk slowly toward him. Suddenly, Damon arrives to my father smirking. I frown confused since they both aren't in the best... Conditions?

- Look at you, all retro, I hear Damon smirking as he walks next to my father.

- What are you doing here? Questions dad annoyed while stopping in his tracks. Damon stops as well and faces his brother.

- Why wouldn't I be here? Bonnie deactivated the Gilbert invention, Isobel is gone and it's Founders' Day! I'm here to eat cotton candy and steal your girl, half jokes my uncle which makes me roll my eyes. Always taking things lightly.

- Don't start with me, Damon, begs my father looking around annoyedly.

- Oh, you started this Stefan with that whole "I'm insecure, leave Elena alone" speech. I'm enjoying that, responds excitedly Uncle Damon.

- As long as you heard it.

- What? You have no sense of humor, Stefan.

- Actually he has no sense of 'Damon humor', I say chuckling while arriving at their height. Both brothers stare at me, dad with a smile and Damon with his brows arcked.

- 'Damon humor'..., repeats my uncle while looking quickly up confused. Look amazing in your uniform Boo.

- well, thanks but it's actually kinda weird to wear it for today. Usually it's a dress I wear.

- you can wear one after if you want baby, tells me my father smiling again.

- no, no, I'm good in my jean and my shirt, I respond laughing. Dad nods before passing his arm around my shoulder. Suddenly, Damon laughs while staring at his brother.

- Hey look, I get it, I get it. I'm the better, hotter, superior choice and you're scared, I roll my eyes before puting my lips in a thin line to stop a smile to get spread over my face. Now that Katherine is out of the picture, that I'm gonna turn all my attention to Elena. But don't worry, Elena is not Katherine, I grimace a bit when he said my mother's name and looked down. Damon might have been an ass but I know he is just saying that to get my father angry.

- You're right, she's not, sighs dad slightly amused but more annoyed of him.

I look at my uncle who looks down at me before winking and smiling. I smile and shake my head while rolling my eyes again. Dad's brother looks behind us, his smile flying away like he saw a ghost. Dad and I frown before turning around. Oh my... Elena is walking and looking around as she is probably searching for my father. She is wearing a period dress like women used to in 1864 and has her hair curled. I automatically think of the picture dad has of my mother. Elena sees us and smiles before doing the courtesy. I haven't remark but the tears are already rising in my eyes. It's like I just received a stake through my heart but the pain is worst. I let the tears fall accidentally and quickly wipe them away while pulling myself out from dad's embrace. The two brothers look down at me with worry.