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FOUR

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"Wake up, Liz!" Lizzie grumbles, pulling her soft, warm blanket over her head. "Liz, come on. Get up. We have stuff to do today." Lizzie groans. "Okay, that's it. Lizbeth Andrew Borden, get your ass out of this bed before I throw you out of the window."

"Ugh, you know I hate my middle name," Lizzie says, sitting up and rolling her eyes. She stretches before rolling off of the bed. "Ow." Jenna can't help but laugh when she sees her friend roll off.

"I'll go make some pancakes."

"Yeah, you do that. I'll just lay here. On the ground. Cold and alone."

"You're so dramatic," Jenna laughs.

Lizzie watches her best friend leave her room. Throwing her head back onto the floor, she sighs. "I freaking hate this place," she mumbles.

After speeding around her room for ten minutes, she's dressed and ready to go downstairs. She decided to be a little dressy today. Dressed in a tight red dress that ends just above her knees, matched with a black leather jacket. She's wearing black high heels, allowing her to seem a inch or two taller.

Walking into the kitchen, the pancake smell becomes stronger. "I love your pancakes."

"Who doesn't?"

"Um, probably the people who ate them before you died." Jenna glares at her. "Remember when we first met? You couldn't cook to save a life."

Jenna scoffs. "Yeah, well. That was the old me. The one who couldn't cook and was oblivious to every. single. thing. that was happening around me. Now, I'm better. I can cook. Only one person can see me. Hell, I'm a freaking vampire."

"Right," Lizzie sighs.

"I'm sorry. I'm just.. it's the town. Being back is making me moody."

"No, no, I understand," Lizzie smiles at her. "Trust me. If anyone could understand, it's me." They smile at each other. "I'm sorry for being a bad friend. I haven't even asked you how you felt about being back."

"You're never a bad friend to me, Liz. You just have a lot on your mind right now. I respect that."

"Well, how are you feeling?"

"I'm just.. it's hard to explain. I mean, I lived here all my life. I had friends, I had a boyfriend, I had a family. But... I died here. I was lied to. Everyone was ignoring me, not listening. I felt alone. I think... being dead, being with you, is what I needed. Maybe it's not ideal, but it happened. And I wouldn't want to change anything. And I mean, I died fighting. Plus, I would never have met you."

"Even if you never died, Jen... I'm certain we would have met somehow. I think we were meant to meet. We were meant to be best friends. And I would never change that, either. You're my sister."

Jenna smiles, tears clouding her vision. "I love you, Liz."

Lizzie smiles back, reaching out to pull her sister in a hug. "I love you too, Jen. Forever and always."

Jenna sniffles. "Forever and always."

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"Hello," a waitress smiles. "What would you like to drink today?"

"Vodka."

"Of course, coming right up." The waitress smiles again and turns away, preparing everything for the drink.

Lizzie makes a sour face. "Of course? What is that supposed to mean?"

"I think it's very clear to everyone you're an alcoholic, she-devil." Lizzie rolls her eyes.

"Ah, Damon. Where on earth do you get your nicknames?" She hears Damon sit down beside her.

"Considering you killed your parents, I think it seems fitting." She turns her head towards him, raising her eyebrows.

"Then what do you call Stefan?" Damon glowers.

"That was different."

Lizzie hums. "Right. Explain to me how us doing the same exact thing is different."

"I don't see how it's any of your concern," he growls. Smirking, Lizzie turns to the waitress as she places her shot on the table. Giving the girl a wink, she grabs the glass and throws it back, still making eye contact with the waitress. Sighing in pleasure, she slams the glass back on the counter.

"Damon, why are you trying to talk to me when the girl you're in love with is glaring at the back of my head?" Damon turns his head to the entrance. Just like she said, Elena is standing there, her glare fixed on Lizzie. "Mmm, I can smell the jealously from here. Didn't she say she was dating Stefan, though," she questions with a smirk.

Damon clenches his jaw. "It's complicated."

"I bet. Now why don't you go back there and calm her down. You're ruining my fun," she states, smirking at the waitress who blushes deeply, turning back to the man in front of her to take his order. Damon glances between the two women, scoffing. He gets up and heads towards the direction where the dopplewench stands.

Eyeing the waitress, Lizzie allows her smirk to widen. "I guess this place ain't that bad."

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"That was...," the waitress, who Lizzie learned her name is Belle, says.

Lizzie's standing in front of Belles mirror, which was hanging on the door to her bedroom. Pulling her dress down, she looked at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair. "I know," she smirks.

Belle goes to stand up, holding a sheet around her body. "Have you ever done that before?"

"What? With a girl? Of course," Lizzie laughs. Belle looks shyly to the ground. Lizzie notices. "What? You haven't?"

Belle starts playing with a string on the sheet. "No," she mumbles.

Lizzie smiles, turning around towards the girl. Brushing a strand of hair out of the girls face, she cups her cheek. "It's okay, sweetheart. No need to feel embarrassed." Giving the girl a chaste kiss, she goes to the chair beside the closet and grabs her jacket. "I must be going now. I have a very important meeting I have to attend."

"We'll see each other again, right?"

Lizzie smiles. "Possibly. Good day, Belle." She walks out of the girls apartment, heading down the stairs. Pulling out her phone, she dials a number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, dear. I need a favor."

edited - 9/19/19