Synopsis; Charlotte Jones was diagnosed with an unknown, uncurable sickness that will lead her to her death. She has accepted her fate, but continues as if nothing changed; still her cold self with a soft spot for the Forbes women. That is until the...
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1×15 "A Few Good Men" 1×16 "There Goes The Neighbourhood"
Mystic Falls
Charlotte woke up with an uncomfortable sensation burning in her throat. As fast as possible she stood up to run to the bathroom. It became a routine, every morning puking out everything she ate the day before – occasionally having blood mixed beneath.
While she got dressed her calendar catched her sight. Today was marked with pink hearts and a big 'B' signalling that today is her birthday. To be quite honest, she hated her birthday with passion – thanks to her mother.
Caroline always tries to make her birthdays good, but the memories haunted Charlotte. As she was about open her door, she noticed the piece of paper. Reading it at least two before walking downstairs.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw Damon standing over the stovetop making pancakes, "you're still here?" she asked confused. Damon looked up, she didn't think he would still be here when she woke up.
With a smirk he played it off, "well, I have to make breakfast for the birthday girl, don't I?" The Jones eyes widened in shock, "what? How do you,-" "because off miss sunshine over there," the vampire cut her off and pointed at Caroline with the spatula. Said blonde sat at the dinner table eating pancakes, a glass of Nutella next to her.
"Caroline!" she looked up with the fork in her mouth, grinning at her friend while waving, "good morning! I came to pick you up with gifts, and then there was Damon, and I was like 'what the hell are you doing here?' and he was like 'sleeping' and then he asked what I'm doing here, so I told him about your birthday and then he did this!" Caroline explained while continuing to eat.
"Okay, great, anyway we have to get to school, and you have to go home. Care pack some pancakes in if you want," Charlie ordered, glaring at the vampire for a moment. Damon pouted, but Caroline was up from the table running into the kitchen to get more pancakes. "You will clean the kitchen before you leave," Charlotte added, not wanting to be the one cleaning up the mess.
"Yes, princess," he grinned making Charlie roll her eyes, walking towards the door, Caroline was still filling her lunch box with pancakes. Charlotte called out for Caroline who stumbled to the door with one in her mouth, the brunette raised her eyebrows at her friend who only smiled and walked to the car. It might not have been the best the decision to leave him alone.
"Who else did you tell about my birthday?" the Jones asked as they got out of the car in the school parking lot. Caroline released a nervous chuckle, "no one, really," she mumbled, Charlie already knew what that meant.
The girls reached their lockers, Stefan leaning at one of them with a smile on his lips and a coloured bag in his hand. Charlie gave Caroline a look who just smiled innocently, "happy birthday!" Stefan greeted her and held out the bag for her.
