gilbert boy ▪ tvd [completed]

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Emotionless Stefan was getting Charlie's nerves. His godawful music was blaring throughout the house, and bloody girls were wandering around, either completely wasted or drowsy from blood loss, he couldn't tell. 

When the music was finally shut off, he let out a sigh of relief now that his eardrums didn't feel like they were going to burst. Ever since Damon brought him here, he hasn't left the house, but he did have his personal effects, like clothes, brought to him. 

"Charlie!" Damon called up the stairs, making him huff in annoyance before he slipped off his painting stool and mosied on downstairs. 

He almost tripped on two dead girls making him scrunch his face up in disgust as he hopped over their bodies before walking into the foyer. "Two girls are bleeding all over a vintage Persian rug on the stairs." He said before he stopped short when he saw Rebekah standing with the Salvatore brothers. "She is my cue to leave." 

"You're still angry about what I did?" Rebekah asked in exasperation, adjusting the shopping bags in her arms. 

"You stabbed me in the back," He said, throwing up his hands. "Literally!" He exclaimed, scrunching up his face in annoyance and anger. "You did it because Klaus wanted you to; that says a lot about a person and where their loyalties lie." 

Damon and Stefan looked between the two, going back and forth because of their arguing match. "He left me if you must know." Rebekah snapped before she looked at the brothers. "Which one's my room?" 

"You're not staying here," Stefan chuckled, like what she said was a joke to him. 

"For once in my life, I agree with Stefan." Charlie's words almost hurt Rebekah, but she knew he would get over their little spat eventually so, she took it in stride. 

"Rude. Both of you," She glared. "I'll see to it myself." She huffed before she turned and walked up the stairs, disregarding the fact that it wasn't her home and she didn't have an invitation to stay-- nor was she wanted. 

Stefan turned back to the other two and raised an eyebrow. "So I guess she's staying here." 

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Charlie had worked his way around the house, sometimes painting, sometimes reading, occasionally he even strummed a guitar while wandering the halls until Damon got annoyed and told him to do something else. 

Charlie was on his way out of the kitchen when Damon stopped him. "Get dressed; you're coming with me." He ordered, walking away before Charlie could even object, or get a word in, for that matter. 

After getting changed, Damon forced him into his car before he drove toward the high school, making Charlie stayed seated in the vehicle, even when Damon got out. 

"Come on, don't get all pouty now. We're having a team meeting." 

"Oh, yes, the Save Elena Squad," Charlie sassed, rolling his eyes as he slipped out of the baby blue car. "Now, why would I get invited when none of you trust me?" 

Damon pursed his lips as he looked at the Immortal over the top of his car. "You heard all of that last night?" 

Charlie tilted his head as he gazed over at the blue-eyed vampire. "Only the parts about me. Why? Did you finally confess your undying love for little Elena Gilbert?" 

"You're about two seconds away from getting your head shoved through a car window." Damon's eyes narrowed. 

Charlie grinned as he placed his arms on top of the car, raising a playful eyebrow. "You know, I'm beginning to think you like hurting me? Is that your thing, Damon?"