The Vampire Diaries

For over a century, I have lived in secret. Until now.

I know the risk, but I have to know her.

I'm Elena.

- I'm Stefan. - I know.

- I'm Damon, Stefan's brother. - Didn't tell me he had a brother.

Being around her, does it make you feel alive?

He told me about your ex, Katherine?

- She broke your heart. - That was a long time ago.

I'm gonna give you Elena's cell number.

What are you up to?

That's for me to know and you to "dot, dot, dot."

I was hoping I'd see you again.

Good morning.

Please. Don't.

Don't do that.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Get away from me. No.

This could have gone a completely different way.

A waste of a butt.

Listen, I'm not saying don't date the guy, I'm just saying take it slow.

- You are the one who said to go for it. - Now, I'm saying take it slow.

- Why the about-face? - It's not an about-face.

You're single for the first time in high school.

- It's the perfect time to play the field. - Oh, because I'm so that girl.

- Seriously, what are you not saying? - It's stupid.

- Bonnie. - What?

- Spit it out. - I accidentally touched Stefan...

...and I got a really bad feeling.

- Is that it? Bonnie. - It was "bad" bad.

- Is this the witch-mojo thing again? - Know what? I'm just concerned.

This is me expressing concern about my best friend's new boyfriend.

And I love you for it. I do. But I feel good.

It's been a hard year and I'm starting to kind of feel...

...like things are getting back to normal again.

And you know what? Stefan is a big part of that.

I rock. I scored two tickets to the Posers Saturday night.

- They're playing at The Rat. - You and Tyler have fun.

Don't be like that. Come on. I want you to go.

Not worried everyone will know you're screwing the stoner geek? Wait.

- Everyone already knows. - Yeah, but it's not like that anymore.

- So now we can be friends and hang. - Tell me something.

Was it the drugs? Were you sleeping with me because of the drugs?

- Screw you. - Well, no. If there's another reason...

...please, I'm all ears.

Morning, Elena.

- Morning, Bonnie. - Hey, um, I gotta find Caroline.

She's not answering her phone, so see you guys.

Bonnie, wait.

She doesn't like me very much.

She doesn't know you. She's my best friend.

She's just looking out for me, but when she does, she will love you.

Look. There's Elena and her new boyfriend.

And what are they doing? Oh, they're walking, walking, walking.

Yup. Right into the sunset.

- You're a dick. - While you stand there...

...looking like one of those yard trolls. - Gnomes.

Here's what we're gonna do. Are you free tonight?

- Yes. - Perfect.

Dinner, my house, 8:00.

You, me and Bonnie. You two will spend some quality time.

She'll see what a great guy you are. Mission accomplished.

And what am I supposed to do, Ty? She made her choice.

- Let her know she made the wrong one. - What are you doing? Ty, don't.

Ty, don't. God.

That throw was insane. I didn't know you played football.

I used to. It was a long time ago.

So why don't you try out for the team?

Yeah, I don't think so.

- So you don't like football. - No, I love football. It's a great sport.

But in this case, I don't think football likes me.

You saw Tyler over there. And we both know how Matt feels.

They don't know you. To them, you're a mysterious loner guy.

Wouldn't hurt to be part of. Make some friends.

Says the girl who spends her alone time writing in a cemetery.

Hey. Come on. There's more to me than just gloomy-graveyard girl.

There's a whole other Elena that you have yet to meet.

- She was into everything. Very busy. - Well, I look forward to meeting her.

- And when will that be? - Soon.

She's working on it.

World War II ended in?

Anyone got anything? Ms. Juan?

- 1945. - Psst.

FYI, our team sucks. They could use you.

Pearl Harbor.

- Can't, I'm a loner. - Nothing?

- Miss Gilbert Ahem. Pearl Harbor. - Hm?

- Um... - December 7th, 1941.

Thank you, Miss Gilbert.

Anytime.

Very well.

- The fall of the Berlin Wall. - 1989. I'm good with dates, sir.

Are you?

How good?

Keep it to the year.

Civil Rights Act.

1964.

- John F. Kennedy assassination. - 1963.

- Martin Luther King. - '68.

- Lincoln. - 1865.

- Roe v. Wade? - 1973.

- Brown v. Board? - 1954.

- The Battle of Gettysburg. - 1863.

- Korean War. - 1950 to 1953.

Ha! It ended in '52. Ha-ha-ha.

Uh, actually, sir, it was '53.

Look it up. Somebody.

- Quickly. - It was 1953.

How did you know all of that?

Years and years of crossword puzzles.

It's a loner thing.

- Damn. - Nice job, nice job.

Mr. Lockwood, is there anything you're good at? Because it isn't history.

And it sure as hell isn't defending the ball.

- Yes, coach. - Now, do it again.

Oh, my God. You're here.

Yep. I can't be sad girl forever.

Only way to get things back to the way they were, are to do things that were.

- Oh. And you're coming to dinner tonight. - Am?

Mm-hm. You, me and Stefan.

- You have to give him a chance. - Tonight's no good.

You seen Caroline? I texted her a hundred times.

Don't change the subject, Bonnie Bennett.

You're going to be there.

- Fine, I'll go. - Good.

Varsity try-outs were last spring, Mr. Salvatore.

I wasn't here then, sir.

Then you're not here now, as far as I'm concerned.

Mr. Tanner, I realize that you and I didn't get off to the best start...

...and I wanna apologize for that.

I've played football before, wide receiver, mostly.

And I'm pretty good.

I won't be asking you who won the Super Bowl in '71.

'71 was...

Sorry. I understand that, sir.

Just to see you get knocked on your ass.

Borrow some gear.

Go. Before I change my mind. Let's run it again!

First my girlfriend, now my team?

Dude, this is an opportunity.

Football's a contact sport. Sometimes people get hurt.

Whoo! Ha, ha.

Seriously, where is Caroline?

I don't know. It's not like her.

I'll try her again.

- Uh... - Oh, my God.

Must be the mystery guy from the Grill.

That's not a mystery guy. That's Damon Salvatore.

Salvatore? As in Stefan?

I got the other brother. Hope you don't mind.

Sorry I'm late, girls. I, uh, was busy.

Let's start with the double-pike herkie hurdler. What do you say?

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four...

Six, seven, eight.

Elena, sweetie, why don't you just observe today? Okay?

Keep going. Okay.

Let's do it again from the top. And five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Blue 80. Blue 80.

Set, hut! Go!

Come on, Tyler, cover him.

- Lost the cut, man. - Go get it, Stefan.

That's the way to do it.

Again!

Let's line up!

- Way to go, Salvatore! - Good.

- Nice catch, Salvatore. - Come on, man.

All right!

- Don't let it slide! - Yeah, baby.

All right. That's it. Run that, baby.

Way to go, Salvatore.

- Good, baby. - All right, let's go.

Hate to say it, but he's got skills.

- I think he needs a buddy pass. - Really?

You don't walk on the field and act like you own the place after five minutes.

- Hang one up, I'll take care of the rest. - Let's do it again.

All right, let's double up!

Set, hut.

There it is.

Whoo! Welcome to the team, buddy.

- Let's go. - There you go.

You gonna live, Salvatore?

Nice one.

- Yeah. - Walk it off, son.

Hey. That was my bad.

- It's all right. - Yeah.

All right.

I want you to come across.

How were tryouts?

Did you make the team?

Very Emerson, the way you reveal your soul with so many...

Adjectives.

What are you doing here?

I've come to apologize.

I've been doing some thinking, some soul searching...

...and I want us to start over. We need to put the past behind us.

You're my little brother...

...and if you wanna live a normal, happy, human life...