The one thing Elena liked the most about Texas was how it had more than one popular place to hang out. After exhausting her time at Applebees for the week, Elena found herself at the Alamo Freeze, standing before the counter while she gazed up at the menus of drinks and ice-creams.

Clutched to her chest were a few of her books; finishing off her last year of high school in Dillon, Texas, ensured that she would actually be graduating. After the commotion following her last few years at Mystic Falls High, Elena had found herself wanting to continue her studies in a place that didn't look at her as the doppelganger or the plaything between two immortal brothers. Her life had, unintentionally, been placed on hold the moment Stefan Salvatore had swept her off her feet and into a completely new world she could never fathom saying no to. She owed it to Jenna to complete her studies, after all, and considering Jeremy had found his way back to Denver for the time being for some soul searching before he picked up the rest of his school year, Elena found herself needing a brand new start - regardless of how permanent or temporary it may be.

It was lonely, but the few friends she had made while out in Dillon had allowed her to reconnect with a life she had never thought she'd miss. Despite not being too interested in being a cheerleader again, Elena found that anything that allowed her to take her mind off of Mystic Falls or worrying herself to death over Jeremy was a welcome distraction. Studying at the Alamo Freeze to escape the heat lurking outside and the chances of getting lost in her photographs back home just happened to be today's course of distraction.

"Decisions, decisions, decisions," she muttered to herself. The one thing that hadn't quite improved since her move was her inability to pick between vanilla or chocolate, a drink or ice-cream, or whether she wanted both. "They never get any easier."

As much as Summer enjoyed and loved G.E.O.R.G.E., she missed the niggling pain in her ass that was a scrawny, lanky, comic-loving nerd. Deciding to take a little breather from G.E.O.R.G.E., Summer found herself travelling to Berkeley. Ryan and Seth, after all, were joined at the hip; rather than wasting her time by travelling back to Newport, she figured she'd skip over a step and make her way to Chino's new grill. After all, she couldn't quite trust him to do the environmentally friendly thing. He was from Chino and had Seth as a best friend; it was a hopeless living arrangement that Summer wanted to fix with a surprise visit.

After fussing around and finding many people who actually knew who Atwood was, which was a culture shock unto itself, Summer found herself outside of his door. It even had one of those cute whiteboards on the front. She thought about writing some message on it, perhaps a quote from a teen horror movie that would, no doubt, scare Cohen shitless, but she decided that she'd been on her feet for way too long and needed a bed to crash on for a few moments. Besides, she kind of missed Atwood's stoic face that didn't really form any expressions other than intense anger, intense confusion, or intense brooding.

Curling her fingers into a tight fist, she bashed her knuckles hard against the door and continued to do so relentlessly until he opened it. Without that social life of his, she thought there was a guarantee he'd be curled up inside putting his brooding muscles to the test.