Girl Time // Caroline & Bonnie
Caroline needed this night. She and Bonnie both did. Tyler’d been MIA for weeks now, and it had been just as long since she’d had so much as a damn phone call from him. But she wasn’t going to mope. No, she was done moping. Caroline Forbes did not mope over hybrid wolf-vampire jocks that couldn’t deem her important enough to leave a message somewhere. Okay, so she did, but not tonight! Tonight would be a girls night and she wasn’t going to let stupid sire bonds and boys get in the way. When she wanted something to stay under the rug then it damn well stayed there.
Her own troubles aside Bonnie needed her. Sire-bonded-hybrid maybe-boyfriends looked like child’s play compared to the psychotic Sire damned vampire Klaus and his vindictive manipulation of people. Caroline wanted to rip his heart out herself for the things he’d done to poor Bonnie. Her friend had been through so much lately, and it was like she’d tried to get Elena understand, somehow it was always Bonnie that got hurt. But not tonight. Tonight they’d drink, watch movies - either of the RomCom variety or the super trashy kind, gorge on Chinese food and just enjoy the night. Klaus and his demented things were so far from her mind as to be a completely other life. She didn’t want to think about how she’d be playing Klaus bait soon. She hated the flirty-narcissistic-bastard.
When she finally pulled up outside of Bonnie’s house she flipped off the radio with a sigh, without the blasting music she could hear practically everything, and even though she was getting used to it the over sensitivity of all her senses, it was still an adjustment to tune it all out. She grabbed her bag from the back seat before getting out and locking it up heading down the walk to Bonnie’s front door. She let herself into the house, pausing long enough to figure out Bonnie was in the kitchen, closing the door behind herself she smiled as she practically skipped through the house, her fairly obnoxious and bubbly personality returning in a flash as she sing-songed, “Bonnie! I’m here!” She giggled as she came to a little bouncing stop in her friend’s kitchen, her gold hair bouncing in waves around her face as she held up the bag, “And I raided the Salvatore house for our refreshments. You may not like him, but Damon has excellent taste in liquor.”
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