Ciera+Stefan=Again

Stefan groggily stared ahead of him, having taken the absolute best nap of his life. For the most part, he was still enjoying that nap. But he was beginning to wake up, unfortunately. Oh well. He rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and clicked his tongue sleepily in his mouth. Just as he thought he would fall asleep again, there was a gentle knocking from his door.
He grunted and rolled his eyes, taking his time in getting up and walking to the door. He scratched his bare chest and adjusted his basketball shorts, stumbling over his feet while going to the door. Opening it, he came across an infamous face he hadn't seen enough of, "Ciera," he said, furrowing his eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

Stefan blinked down at his bare chest, "Oh, uh--" he quickly grabbed a plain grey shirt from the hook attached to the door, tugging it on over his head. That was awkward. This was awkward. Their friendship hadn't ended on a very good note and he was curious as to why she as choosing to prolong the awkwardness. His question was answered when she spoke and held out the jacket he had forgotten about months ago, "...Thanks," he said awkwardly, shifting around, "How are you?" he asked, attempting small talk as he wandered into his room to put the coat down. "How's life?"

Stefan nodded slowly, studying the petite blonde before him. She looked... different, in a way. Not that she cut her hair short or fattened up or anything in that matter. But he noticed the way her pale skin glowed with joy and how bright her eyes seemed in general. It made his momentarily hard gaze soften, "I'm fine. Same old, same old," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "What've you been up to?" he asked awkwardly, easily able to see that the past ease between them was gone.

Stefan smiled coyly, "Thank you, I take pride in my descriptive speaking," he replied, smirking as she entered. He wandered to his bed and plopped down, arching a brow at her, "I'm glad. Your old ones were horrible," he said, frowning at the old memories. "I hear you have a boyfriend; Arnold? Bart? Something like that?" he said, knitting his eyebrows as he trying to recall the name he didn't even know in the first place. Though he recognized the guy's face, just enough so he could keep an eye on him... Only when they crossed paths, of course.

Stefan narrowed his eyes, "No I didn't remember his name," he replied. Now that she said it, he faintly recalled her mentioning him sometime back. Clearly, he'd forgotten it now. "And for your information, I don't stalk people. I'm just trying to look out for people who can't do that themselves," he added, huffing. Bad way to live life, but he couldn't help it.

"I'm not blowing anything out of proportion," Stefan argued, though kept his tone calm. She didn't understand. He just didn't want to see anybody he cared about getting hurt. Was that too much to want in life?

Stefan raised a brow, "I'm not mad. I'm just annoyed that you think I am," he replied, frowning, "And I know that, I'm not as stupid as you think," he added, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Stefan sighed, rubbing his temples, "I'm not trying to confuse you, Ci," he said, looking down at the petite blonde. "Just... Just do what you want Ciera. If you really want me to leave you alone, I will," he continued with a shrug. If she really didn't seem to enjoy his presence that much, he was perfectly okay with just being completely out of her life.

Stefan huffed, crossing his arms irritably, "Make all the friends you want. If you really think I'm stopping you, then don't talk to me. It's not like that should be very hard for you," he replied, rubbing his neck.