Kairlie - Met In 1994

3

Bonnie woke up Charlie... alright, she tossed her off from the bed.

'Hey, wake up. You're free. All this imprisonment is stupid.' Bonnie said with usual strenght in her tone.

'I know it's stupid! Still, is it a reason to drag me out of the bed at dusk?' Charlie groaned, trying to crave back into her bed.

'It's almost eight, you know?' Bonnie sat on the bed, blocking Charlie's way back. 'We are hearing strange sounds around the house for days. I mean, I hear, Damon is in denial.'

Charlie chuckled wryly. 'How Damon of his.'

'So we... I decided it's better to be together, we're on the same team.'

'True.' Charlie finally found the spirit to get up.

Bonnie waited for Charlie to be ready. It took her few minutes under the shower, then she popped up only in underwear, black lace, as usual.

'Hey, you seem strangely undecided.' Bonnie noticed, as Charlie was rummaging thru heaps of her clothes.

'Yep. My clothes need washing... Or shopping, better shopping.' Charlie said trying one of Stefan's sweaters in front of the mirror. 'And my unnering intuition tells me today is special.'

'I hope you're right.' Bonnie smiled with hope on her face. Charlie smiled back.

'I mean, I got out of detention and it's before breakfast, rest will be even better.'

Then her eyes lied on her favourite T-shirt... The Nirvana one... And in that moment she knew what to wear.

That tee, black jeans jacket and a matching leather mini, because shorts were in laundry.

'Wow, you look great. By the way, are you wearing all those black laces underneath to seduce Damon?' Bonnie laughed.

'Nah. It's my trademark. If you ever meet a girl looking like me wearing plain cottons you will know she's a fake. AND I sometimes choose champagne and nudes.' Charlie smiled, grasping her voluminous curls into a bunch and tying them on top of her head.

They were walking downstairs.

'You know this could be Katherine's quote.' Bonnie was laughing even more.

'Well, I cannot be the only one with a good taste, right?' Charlie smiled back.

Bonnie was laughing so hard, she almost rolled onto stairs landing.

'What's so funny?' Damon asked from above his bourbon minibar in the lounge.

'You know what, I would ressurect Katherine just to see those two in one room for a day.' Bonnie said.

'Hi there, Bourbon Sucker.' Charlie waved at Damon with her fingers.

'You suck! At giving nicknames.' Damon spitted hatefully.

'And that's how Damon Salvatore admits defeat.' Charlie announced to still smiling Bonnie, as they strolled to the kitchen.

Charlie went straight to the fridge, while Bonnie walked to the island where she left her newspaper.

'Damon! You filled the crossword!' Bonnie shouted accusingly.

Damon appeared in the door. 'Of course not! Why would I do that?!'

Thirty minutes later The Bickering Couple still couldn't get over the fact that apparently SOMEBODY filled that damn one last word.

Now they were strolling into their supermarket like it was any other day.

Charlie hated it about Bamon - they had stuck themselves in this mundane town, refusing her suggestions of going anywhere further than shopping to Whitmore. Because despite that scowling that they'd never get out, they were so afraid that somebody might actually come to their rescue from the real world. Their choice.