A Sorta Fairytale

Rain.

For five days straight, ominous dark clouds, swelled and wrung-out over Mystic falls, hiding the Summer-time sun and soaking the residents. The rain came in sprinkles, it came in sheets, it came in torrents, the only reprieve the small town had from the rain was when the Moon was out.

Bonnie cradled a portable house phone between her shoulder and ear as she searched through her former bedroom at her Father's house, opening up packed boxes and rifling through their contents while she listened to Caroline whine about the rain.

"If this continues it's going to ruin the Lockwood Ball," Caroline said as Bonnie pulled out the battered cardboard box marked 'Girl Scouts – Troop Mystic' hidden behind folded sweaters on the top shelf of her closet. The box wobbled as if the contents were trying to free themselves from the flimsy container, she held it tightly against her chest and folded her legs under her and placed the box on the carpet.

Rain beat against the soggy ground, splashing into the puddle outside her bedroom window and she listened to the rapid pitter patter sound each droplet made, welcoming the storm. The recent outpour of rain showers matched her mood, quiet and somber, and having nature mirror her temperament was a relief, like it understood her, which was the opposite of how she felt when the sun was out, when the hot sun beamed on her, which it had been for most of the summer, she felt oppressed, like it demanded for her to smile and go out and be shiny, like it was shaking its head at her for wanting to stay home and ward off visitors by stating she was busy studying and working on new spells.

"Are you listening to me?" Caroline asked.

Bonnie sighed, "The weather forecast says it's not going to rain on Saturday, Care," Bonnie said, "But if it does happen to rain on the day of the party then that's what umbrellas and rain coats are for." Her hands dusted off items she retrieved from the box: an old handbook that had her name written in big broad-spaced letters in marker on the glossy cover, her green scarf littered with geometric shaped badges, and keepsakes from camping trips and outings. She rummaged through the items until she pulled out the thick jute rope coiled at the bottom. She would dye the rope red when she was at her home before tomorrow night's full moon. When she discovered she could harness the moon's power with knot magic, she was all set to head to the local hardware store to purchase nine feet of rope but remembered she had rope at her father's house and this particular rope held history, a piece of her energy, and would be a perfect talisman.

"Send me a picture of your gown, I want to make sure I don't wear something similar," Caroline said with a seriousness that made Bonnie snort, she could picture Caroline with her hand on her hip and an arched brow, scrutinizing her wardrobe.

"I haven't picked out one yet, I'm kind of not in the party mood, but I know you'll disown me if I don't show up so I'll be sure to find something suitable."

"Not suitable, something fabulous."

"Fabulous is your department," Bonnie said while tying the rope into a square knot. She smiled proudly at the intertwined rope. She hadn't forgot her scout training.

"We can go dress hunting tomorrow and I can pick out your outfit, "She squealed in Bonnie's ear like it was the greatest idea ever.

"It'll have to be in the morning, I'm going to be busy for the rest of the day," Bonnie informed, thinking of all the preparation she would have to accomplish before tomorrow's nightfall.

The rain slowed to a trickle and Bonnie frowned.

"Meet me at the mall promptly at nine am, missy," Caroline instructed and said, "Thank goodness this rain has died down, I need for the sun to be out if I have to go to the Salvatore's."

Bonnie's heartbeat quickened, "Why are you going over there?"

"For Elena," She stated like it was obvious, "She and Stefan are back from Toronto, you should come with me, she'll be so happy to see you and…"

"I'll see her at the party," Bonnie said before Caroline finished.

"Okay," Caroline said, her voice telling she wasn't going to pry for the reason for Bonnie's quick no, "We've all had a hard year you know, but I hope we can put everything behind us this weekend and be those girls we used to be."

Bonnie hastily untied the knot, holding the ends in each hand and bent the rope into a bowline. And she realized she shouldn't have been so surprised she still remembered how to form knots. She was proficient at tying up loose ends, she knows now just like she knew when she was a young scout that without a solid knot the rope could easily snap.

"Me too, Caroline," She said sincerely before hanging up on her childhood friend.

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