𝐃ᵉ𝚊𝖗 𝕯𝚒𝖺ᴿყ..*

elena was trying;  bonnie appreciated that.     especially given how mopey she was being.     what was the proper way to console a friend who had just discovered that she was a witch ?     they don't make greeting cards for this sort of thing.     still,  it meant the world to bonnie.     so much so that she couldn't help but sheepishly giggle from within the bathroom.          ❝     grams won't teach me one of those;  she knows i'd be toooo dangerous if i had it.      ❞          a laugh this time.     from the corner of her eye,  bonnie can see elena wiggling her brows before taking another sip of the cran-vodka she'd mixed up for pre-game.     bonnie's was sitting on the nightstand,  watering down.     ( she really needed to do better )     the teen girl spritzed herself once more with her perfume [a scent of vanilla with spiced florals] before giving herself a once over in the mirror.     a black,  long sleeve u-shaped shirt with a black midi skirt.     on the way out,  she'd toss on her favorite purple,  faux,  fur trimmed jacket.          ❝     honestly,  after i said that,      ❞          bonnie begins,  touching up her lip liner,          ❝     i automatically wanted to take it back.     i can't take drunk care and clean up.     remember how bad things got last time she hosted ?      ❞          bonnie shudders at the thought.     trash was everywhere,  stuff was sticky,  and the stench of sweat and other fluids lingered.     bonnie couldn't do that again—she refused !

“ okay– incredible 'yes' to the coat. ”

perfectly tailored brows raise themselves high again, plump lips pouted in overzealous approval. it puts things in perspective for a little while – moments like this – where the "𝔅londe, 𝙿in-up 𝔇oll" of high school's not so important anymore, & being The Vampire's Girlfriend (while dealing with his loser older-brother) has lost all its unusual appeal... WHAT MATTERS IS THIS: your best friend's sweet convincing petals of hope that remind you you're not alone, and an endearing kiss of sisterhood planted to the side of your olive hand. it's almost like a coo, a half-giggle that slips past lips in response to the swelling of her own heart, palm immediately scooping her friend's cheeks to mush them together gently in a gesture of gratitude. “ thank you. strangely, that little pep-talk of yours has made me realise just how dramatic i was being. ” towards the end of her sentence, she narrows her eyes at bonnie in a bid to display just how repulsed her behaviour for the past five minutes has made her. don't get her wrong, the feelings are still very much there (& valid), but to melt into that perception of frequent cry-baby behaviour? ── absolutely not.

SHE ALMOST SHAKES IT OUT OF HER. dead-straight, raven locks swaying with each movement, falling effortlessly over bare & exposed shoulders. elena lets go of bonnie momentarily, reaching over one side of her bed to pick up her cran-vodka can, cheering her best friend on before downing it completely in a desperate bid to have it empty & done ─ nobody knows it yet, not even elena herself, but that'll be her last drink for tonight. she reaches over into her suede-fringe boho school-bag, a dusty-grey colourway that matches the shade of purple her top is, to extract her "pomegranate + cherry" lip-tube. as velvets are turned into satin silks, she blots her lips together to reveal a sparkly sheen, taking one last glance in the mirror and ridding her eyelids of any smudged mascara. she's as pristine as she frequently is, but that doesn't stop her from one last peer-over. “ i know you won't, bon' ─ why, i have full faith that if anybody tries anything... ” she hangs her bag over her shoulder, grabs her car-keys, & makes her way out the bedroom door with an arm slinging over bonnie's shoulder-frame.

[ \ ]        " THE BIGGEST CHANGES HAPPEN SO SLOWLY, YOU HARDLY NOTICE THEM. "                        @graveyirl,                        from elena.

" Hey! That was all me. " She says with a smile so vibrant, it's a little contagious. Elena's used to many coming & going to and from Mystic Falls– IT'S NO SURPRISE SPENCER'S NOT THE HAPPIEST ABOUT IT EITHER. This is home for Elena. Just like Rosewood was for Spencer. And if she had to leave behind Mystic Falls like so, and say goodbye to the dark desires that lay six feet under.. Her bambi eyes would be just as sunken as Spencer's. [ ─ Right.. ?

The (awkward) silence returns, and Elena decides to break it with a thud of her book bag. " Okay, I'm just going to say it. And by all means, if you don't wanna' answer, you can just– Completely ignore me. "

❝      hm,  he told you that,  right ?      ❞          her tone is playful.          ❝      god,  do you promise ?      ❞          a cheeky grin reaches her features.          ❝      because i don't think i can handle another pissing contest between half the football team over who can drink the most beers again tonight.      ❞          currently,  she lay on her back again,  this time holding one of elena's unlit candles in her hand.     for a moment,  she focuses on the wick.     lighting some dumb candle shouldn't be stumping her this hard !          ❝      i told caroline she was being petty.     of course,      ❞          bonnie begins,  rolling over to her side.          ❝      she didn't take that too well.     but come on !     this cold war between the two of you is ridiculous !      ❞

once again,  bonnie really didn't want to go.     two of her best friends being at odds with each other was something she didn't enjoy.     and they were adding alcohol to the mix ?     you may as well have bonnie wait by the toilet to hold someone's [caroline's] hair back already !     still,  she would go.     i mean,  what else was she supposed to do ?     she was considered part of the faux upper echelon of the high school hierarchy.     bonnie bennett: the nice and popular girl.     a good cheerleader [for someone of her height] who got good grades,  was warm and quite welcoming; not too standoffish     ( though if you caught her on the wrong day,  well )     she was supposed to make an appearance.     but !     even she was exhausted by all the partying,  the loud music,  and the red solo cups.     you'll have to forgive a girl for wanting to do something more mundane for once !

𝑬]lena listens intently, chewing on the inside of her bottom lip lightly as she finds herself in momentary thought, thinking of the right thing to say to your witch best friend when she can't get her magical powers right... (A UNIVERSAL EXPERIENCE, HUH? – ❛❛ what spell is it? a looooove spell? ❜❜ the teasing begins once the B-word is mentioned, thin brows wiggling upwards in a desperate attempt at making bonnie feel coy. she meets her fate once she leans over to pick up a glass of cranberry & vodka, the taste enough to send her reeling right there and then, but she fights the urge and sweetens it with a pursing of her almond-flavoured lips ─ the notes of vanilla, pumpkin & jasmine heavy in the air. ❛❛ ah. staying behind & helping care' clean up ... Y'KNOW WHAT? maybe i'll prolong the argument until tomorrow morning. ❜❜ that half-hearted giggle slips out again, head tilting as she faces bonnie before taking off her top to slip into the purple. ❛❛ –kidding. i'm strangely in an okay mood, given the fact that my boyfriend is keeping secrets for me & his creepy older brother isn't leaving town anytime soon. ❜❜