MFHS Interior; Night: The Promise of YOUR Future awaits; I'm sure of it, because I'm looking at the second banner to tell me so in under 15 minutes. That's right; it's career night at MFHS. She's-the-Sheriff and the Mayor stroll past the booths, while she tells him there's no new news on their new vampire. When he acts disgusted, she tells him to feel free to pick up a stake and have at it. They talk precautions and she says that there's nowhere safer than a crowded public place. "And for once, Mayor, we finally know where our kids are." Jeremy and Tyler meet up at what I guess is the art table. Featuring student art. At career night. Germ smirks and pokes Tyler (metaphorically) about being surprised to see him at the art table, since art implies culture, which is something Tyler lacks. Tyler tells him to go to hell. Germ just smiles as Tyler walks off. He then looks at the drawing in front of him. It features a creepy, muscular human figure, crouching as if he's going to attack. Jeremy checks the artist's signature at the bottom and whaddya know? It reads Tyler Lockwood. He looks off after Tyler, as if with new eyes. Poor Vicki. If she'd only played it cool for a little while longer, she could have had a hell of a good time. Sniff.

Meanwhile, Elena gets flirty with Matt, asking him if he still wants to be an astronaut when he grows up and teasing him about the tinfoil he wore on his head. (Really people, I don't usually pimp my links, but click that one.) Matt protests that he was only 8 years old. They share a laugh, and then grow more serious. She asks how he's doing. Matt sighs that he's had it easier. He asks the same of Elena. "I mean...I heard some things." Just then, poor little Vervain-less Caroline enters behind them and watches their cozy-looking discussion. Matt stammers, "So it's true that you and Stefan..." When Elena says, "Yeah, it is," Caroline slips out of the gym, unnoticed. Poor lamb. Elena soon adopts a more upbeat tone, moves a little further away from Matt, and asks him what's up with him and Caroline. She gives him a look when he claims they're friends and that it's no big deal. Matt holds her gaze as he shakes his head. "No." Oh man, his perfect Pudding Pop face is so full of hope, I can't bear to look at it, but I can't turn away. Just as Elena seems like she might be contemplating something more with him, Stefan enters through the doorway behind them. Elena straightens up as she catches sight of him, and her feelings are written all over her face, like a preemptory Dear John letter to Matt. I go looking for that blanket and hoping that I've got some pudding mix in the house, because I can't take this any more. That poor, poor baby. I have to save him, take him home, and feed him pudding. Preferably warm. And chocolate. I really like Elena. Like...a lot. And I like her with Stefan too, but whenever she breaks Pudding Pop's heart anew, I want someone to drain her of all her blood and do a no-suffering mind-compulsion thing on Matt, because just look at him. Oof.