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Friday Night Bites

*Third Person's P.O.V.*

        "You explain it," Bonnie said to her two best friends as they stood in the Gilberts' kitchen. "Last night, I'm watching 'Nine-O', a commercial break comes on, and I'm like, 'I bet it's that phone commercial!' And sure enough, it's the guy and the girl with the bench, he flies to Paris, and he flies back, they take a picture..."
        "Oh, come on," Elena laughed as she looked at her best friend, while Annabelle carried a bowl from the other side of the kitchen. "That commercial's on a constant loop,"
        "Fine. Well, how about this?" Bonnie spoke up, glancing at the two sisters, who were standing on either sides of her, "Today, I'm obsessed with numbers. Three numbers. I keep seeing 8, 14, and 22," she said, helping the two girls with preparing food for the dinner that Elena planned. As soon as those words left the dark-skinned girl's lips, Annabelle stiffened and looked at her with wide eyes, almost dropping the bowl she was holding in the process.
        "Wait, what?" she asked, quietly but urgently as she stared at her best friend in shock, slowly putting the bowl down on the counter. Elena and Bonnie both turned to look at her, and frowned at how pale she suddenly turned.
        "8, 14, and 22..." Bonnie repeated slowly as she stared at the brunette with furrowed eyebrows. "Hey, are you okay?"
        "Uh...." Annabelle trailed off with a sigh as she kept her eyes on the counter, before looking up at her friend, "Would it freak you out if I told you that I keep seeing the same numbers?" she asked hesitantly, and Bonnie looked at her in shock, while Elena watched the exchange, quite amused, thinking that her sister and friend were just exaggerating. So what if they were thinking about the same numbers? It's just numbers, for goodness' sake!
        "What?" Bonnie breathed out, and Annabelle nodded, both of the girls ignoring Elena, who chuckled, before turning around and going over to her book bag, which was still on the same chair in the kitchen where she left it after coming back from school earlier that day. She quickly rummaged through it before taking out her History notebook, and walked back to her friend and sister while flipping through the pages to find the one she was writing on earlier in class.
        "Look," she said as she found the page she was looking for, and held out the notebook in front of her so that Bonnie could see the different doodles and the numbers 8, 14, and 22 wrote over and over again all over the page.
        "What the...?" Bonnie trailed off in a whisper as she grabbed the notebook from Annabelle's hands, staring at the page in shock, before looking up at the younger twin with wide eyes, which were starting to fill with fear. Annabelle couldn't help but mirror the expression. She kept trying to convince herself that the bad feeling she got when she touched Stefan and Damon, and the obsession she had with those three numbers was nothing, that it was nothing to worry about, but after learning that Bonnie was seeing the same things and had the same feeling when she touched the younger Salvatore, she was starting to get scared. What the hell is going on?
        "Maybe we should play the lottery," Elena suggested, mock seriously, making the two girls glare at her, which made her frown. She was only kidding, but her friend and sister seemed to be taking the whole thing very seriously, so she decided to soften her voice as she looked at Bonnie. "Have you talked to your grams?"
        "She's just gonna say it's because I'm a witch," Bonnie said as she closed Annabelle's notebook and put it on the other counter a few feet away from the girls, while Annabelle took in a deep breath to calm herself down and started emptying the boxes with take-out food into the bowl, "I don't wanna be a witch," she said miserably, and Annabelle hummed in agreement. "Do you want to be a witch?"
        "I don't want to be a witch," Annabelle quickly shook her head
        "Neither do I," Elena said as she continued to prepare the food.
        "You know, putting this in a nice bowl isn't fooling anybody," Annabelle said to her sister, making the eldest Gilbert glare at her playfully.
        "Why didn't you just let Anna cook?" Bonnie asked, knowing that Annabelle was the only one in the house who actually knew how to cook real food instead of microwaving take-out.
        "Okay, serving spoons," Elena mused, ignoring Bonnie's question, which made the dark-skinned girl furrow her brows and look at Annabelle for an explanation, only for the middle Gilbert to shrug, not knowing why Elena didn't want her to cook. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that it was Elena's boyfriend coming over, and she wanted to be the one to do something for him without her sister's help. Although Annabelle honestly did not understand how microwaving take-out was considered  'doing something for him'. "Where are the serving spoons?"
        "Middle drawer on your left," Bonnie spoke up, and Elena looked at her for a second before opening the middle drawer on her left and taking out the serving spoons, making Bonnie and Annabelle glance at each other uncomfortably as they both stiffened.
        "Okay, so you've been in this kitchen like a thousand times," Elena shrugged nonchalantly, and Annabelle gave her a look.
        "Yeah, that's it," she said sarcastically, her posture still stiff as she tried to make sense of what was happening to both her and Bonnie.
        Elena frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by the front door bell ringing.
        "Okay, he's here," she glanced at the door, before looking at her friend and sister. "Don't be nervous, just be your normal, loving selves," she smiled, before walking off to opened the door, while Annabelle and Bonnie sighed as they glanced at each other before continuing to put the food int he bowls.
        "Birthday candles," Annabelle suddenly spoke up, and Bonnie looked over at her, confused.
        "What?" she asked, but Annabelle ignored her as she reached her hand under the counter to open the drawer by her thigh. Bonnie kept looking at the Gilbert girl, confused, knowing that no birthday has been celebrated in that house for almost three months, ever since the twins' birthday, and that no one even remembered where the birthday candles were. However, her eyes widened as Annabelle opened the drawer, only to reveal birthday candles inside. "Did you...?"
        "No," Annabelle shook her head, looking up at her with wide eyes. "I honestly didn't know where they were,"