MONSTER, stefan salvatore [2]

Welcome to Paradise

CHAPTER 34: WELCOME TO PARADISE

The Store

As much as Natalie and Damon kept forgetting it, there weren't only vampires in in whatever otherworldly Mystic Falls they were stuck in. Bonnie happened to need food that wasn't blood from the surrounding towns' blood banks, and Damon delivered in the form of pancakes. Unfortunately, he couldn't conjure up those famous pancakes out of nothing, so they had to go the same store they had been looting for a month, since their last store started running low on eggs. 

Natalie had hoped that Damon and Bonnie would be able to not find a way to fight when they only went grocery shopping. But who was she kidding? They would find a way to fight about pocket sizes if they wanted. So, it wasn't really a surprise when they started fighting about who got the control the grocery cart. 

As Damon was finally able to grab the cart out of Bonnie's grip, Natalie turned to them with their shopping list, which was the same as it had been a week before. "Okay, so we definitely need strawberries because Damon just loves to munch on them whenever he's sulking. So, every other second."

Bonnie smiled shortly as Damon shook his head bitterly. The former huntress then grabbed a small box of strawberries as she gave the only male of the three a warning look, as if she was saying she would kick his ass if he ate them too quickly. 

"Eggs, milk," Natalie listed, watching start to search for both of them as Damon only leaned on the cart. The brunette vampire hesitated as she saw the next item on the list, knowing it was would cause a fight. "Candles."

As Bonnie threw a few of them into the cart, Damon decided that he should start with his inevitable snark. "I know it's been awhile, but you couldn't do magic as an anchor, so I'm curious what momentary lapse reason makes you think you can do it now?"

Natalie rolled her eyes and sighed, as if to say here we go. Bonnie had gotten quite good at responding to him, though. "You know, when all this started, you sucked at making pancakes but now they're somewhat edible."

"Milk," Natalie pointed out as she noticed it. Damon grabbed the biggest carton he could see and threw it into the cart carelessly, as if he didn't care if it suddenly burst and blew up in all their faces.

She then smiled as she noticed a big rack of sunglasses. At least 75% of them were hideous, but there was a nice 25% she liked at least a bit. She grabbed a part of that 25% and threw them on her face and struck a pose as Damon noticed her putting them on. 

"You think you're cute, don't you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her. She was sure that if he had sunglasses on, he would have shoved them down to the tip of her nose to look even more like an asshole.

She grabbed a pair from the bad 75% she thought would look hilarious on him and shoved him onto his face without asking permission. He raised an eyebrow at her as she smiled widely. "I think I'm adorable."

Bonnie decided to not care about the fact that Natalie was trying to stop them from fighting and continued on as she grabbed a pair of blue sunglasses without caring about the tag still dangling from it. "And there's no reason to be Peter Pessimist. We have proof we're not alone."

Damon narrowed his eyes at the witch who he had been unable to not fight with during the previous four months. "First of all, don't nickname, that's my thing, and this proof- this mysteriously filled in crossword, could very easily have been you."

"I didn't fill it in," Bonnie insisted, glaring at him from behind her sunglasses. 

Damon still looked at her in doubt, but then decided to go on with the other suspect, who could've very well done it in hope for them to work together to find anyone, only find she didn't. "Then Natalie did."