Dysfunctional || Emma Gilbert [1]

Nine

    The exact amount of days had passed since Emma was questioned by the sheriff about Vicky's disappearance was unknown. Since that day she had done what she did best when she wanted to forget about how bad her life was. Both her best friends ditched her, her sister was more concerned with her boy troubles, her aunt had yet to noticed her worsened behavior and her little brother was acting as if everything was okay. The only good thing to happen to her since was her charm still working on the bartender from the grill, with it she was able to gain herself a few bottles of beer and a shot or two of tequila. 

This had gone on for so long that she was on a first name basis with the bartender, Ben, who apparently was only a few years older than her and was well aware of who she was. Though when he mentioned her, he referred to her as the old her, the one that was all smiles and not drunk ranting to him at ten in the morning. 

"Do you want some pancakes with that beer?" 

Emma lazily looked up at the bartender with raised brows. She was wondering why she would want breakfast at all, but only because she was so messed up she had lost track of time. Waking up she wouldn't even look at the clock before she got dressed and went to the grill to complain to the only person who seemed to care about other peoples problems. 

He tilted his head, "It's five past ten." Ben informed her with a slight small smile. 

"I hate pancakes." She grumbled and swished her beer bottle around to stir what was inside, "You know who also hated pancakes? Vicky. We hated so much together and she just left, left me without even a goodbye. Who does that?"

Ben sighed. 

"At least Tyler had the audacity to give me a goodbye, even if we see each other every day. Speaking of Tyler-" she hiccuped, "I have no idea why he started acting all prissy. Like yeah, I kept a secret from him, but I'm sure he had plenty of secrets he kept from me."

The conversation went on for a while, and it honestly amazed him how she never slurred a word, no matter how much she had to drink. But after some time he did cut her off, not that she cared as she went on to say she had to be sober enough to get high later. He had no idea what to do with the Dysfunctional girl, but luck was on his side when a perky blonde just so happened to enter the grill. 

Caroline was planning a party. Not that it was her idea, but she believed it was, so she needed to reserve the grill for the night and bribe the bartender to hand out drinks. But before she could even get a chance to do that, she witnessed a very drunk Emma loudly announce she had to pee before walking towards the bathroom with a slight stumble.

The blonde remained stunned for a moment, "Do my eyes deceive me, or is Emma Gilbert day drunk?"

Ben just shrugged, "Don't know what you talking about." He lied, only to protect the fact he was serving a minor. And with the sheriff's daughter, one could never be too careful as to what they say.

Caroline shook her head, making a mental note to talk to the tipsy brunette. For the moment she went back to her mission to throw the best party ever. 

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When Elena Gilbert came downstairs that evening to see her twin sister passed out on the couch with a grilled cheese sandwich half out her mouth, she thought very little of it. She was too busy wallowing over her breakup with her vampire ex and the towel girl she briefly met earlier in the day. But the sight brought a small smile to her lips as she walked over to the couch and placed a throw blanket over her sister and took the cold sandwich away and brought it to the kitchen with her to throw away. 

She was about to open the fridge when the doorbell rang and seeing as no one else was at the house except her sleeping sister she sighed and stopped what she was doing to go answer it. When she did open the front door she was a bit shocked and excited to see it was Stefan. A part of her wanted to forgive him, but the other part of her was torn in seeing him as who he was when she met him or as the vampire she found him to be. 

"Hey," Stefan smiled slightly at her, Unsure if she was happy to see him or not. 

She hid her emotions well and ignored the fluttering in her heart when she saw him. "What are you doing here?"

Hope sprung in him, remembering what his best friend told him earlier. "Lexi said you came by and you seemed upset." He was not happy about the part where she was upset, more of the part that she came to him, possibly for comfort because she was upset. As he admitted to Lexi, he loved Elena and wanted nothing more than to just be there for her... with her. 

And while the conversation continued, Emma had stirred awake smacking her lips together. The conversation between her twin and her ex was muffled due to the ringing in her ears. Ignoring it, she got up and let out a yawn, the blanket that was placed over her moments ago slipped from her body.

When the ringing stopped she heard, "hey, do you need a ride to the grill tonight?" From the sort of familiar voice of Stefan. 

Her brows furrowed when she heard her sister ask, "Are you going to Caroline's party?" 

The mention of a party instantly caught her attention, even if it was thrown by Caroline. She desperately needed a night of dancing and making out with people she would forget the names of in the morning. 

Not listening any further she snuck her way upstairs to change and freshen up. Figuring if she was going to be a mess, she might as well look like a hot one.