****REWRITING IN PROCESS****
A thousand years ago, seven stars sat illuminated in the night sky, surrounded by the moon, wrapped around its comfort and loving embrace, secured in the safety net that always provided them protection.
Too soon, it all...
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"No discounts. No freebies. No pay-you-laters. We are not running a charity here." Caroline said to the sisters, maintaining a serious aura.
"Yes, your majesty," Darcy said, bowing with a silly grin.
"No, we are not," Elena said, chuckling at her goofy sister.
"Hi," Stefan said, walking up to the trio.
Darcy looked him up and down, then turned to Caroline waving her hands dramatically, "Care we have a problem. Stefan doesn't know the meaning of sexy in the name of whatever we are doing here today," She said, trailing her fingers over Stefan's jacket covered torso.
"Uh, the event is called Sexy Suds, you know?" Caroline sassed addressing the couple, seeing they were both overdressed. She turned to Darcy draping her arm over her best friends shoulder. "Like this beauty here." Gesturing to Darcy's black bikini top, black high-waisted jean shorts and high-top converse. Also, in black.
No, she's not an emo or goth or whatever, Darcy loves the colour black, like coffee, it matches the deepest parts of her soul. So why not make it all a package, huh?
Darcy rolled her eyes as the three stood and admired her attire, "Yeah, yeah, I know I look awesome and whatnot, but that doesn't let you get out of this."
Caroline kissed Darcy's cheek, telling her she had other guests to terrorise.
"Did we just get scolded?" Stefan asked Elena.
"And judged? Yeah." Elena said, nodding her head.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get stripping." Darcy playfully demanded slapping Elena's ass with a wet rag.
"Ouch, Darce! That hurt." Elena whined rubbing the painful area, while Stefan attempted to stifle his chuckles but stopped when the dark head girl stepped his way, hand raised in warning.
"Yeah, thought so. Come on, chop-chop, let all these lovely ladies get an eyeful of the mysterious loner Salvatore." She teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, my ever so dear sister won't give up until we do as she says," Elena said, rolling her eyes while looking at Stefan who's still wearing a jacket.
"Uh, I think you have to go first," Stefan said to his girlfriend. Yep, hear that? 'Girlfriend' after Stefan came to his senses, him begging her brother to let him fix things. Que, a meal and talk later; they are all lovey-dovey again. Blah, blah, blah. And here we all are.
"No, nope, none of this bullcrap," Darcy said marching over, tugging off his leather jacket, then turns to her sister, yanking off her top causing it to get stuck on her head. Once she successfully wrenches the offending clothing off, she steps back and admires them both, "There, that's better, now go and get frisky, after all, it is Sexy Studs," She said walking away from the duo joining Bonnie and Matt.
