When her doorbell sounds incessant and obnoxiously at 11:30AM on a Saturday — her sleep in day, she knows it can be no one but Caroline. Everyone else knows better. Her blonde bestie does too; she just doesn't care. Annoying cheerleader...

Growling slightly, Bonnie dispels the foamy mint in her mouth, before dragging into her bedroom and tossing on a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tank top.

She grimaces while stomping down the stairs, mulling over the possible reasons for her friend's untimely visit on this particular lazy day. Was it an impromptu shopping spree, boyfriend issues, or was she just bored? The witch doesn't know, but she's sure to shout a sling of death threats down to the girl, just the same.

Imagine her surprise when she yanks open her front door to find the sociopathic hybrid standing on her porch.

"You didn't come to my party."

He speaks before she gets the chance to order him away.

For a moment she is left speechless.

What?

It's not her best friend who's interrupted her Saturday afternoon me-time, but an intensely glaring Klaus Mikaelson?... On her front porch, dressed in an elaborate black suit, complaining because she didn't attend his party?

The witch narrows her eyes briefly, allowing herself a moment to wrap her head around it all before finally speaking.

"No, I did not. And?" she purses her lips pointedly, fighting off the urge to roll her eyes and bring a hand to her hips. Was this conversation really happening? How insane had her life become?

"Why?"

"Um, because frankly, I've had enough of your get togethers to last a lifetime, and I'd rather watch paint dry than go to another one." Bonnie rattles off effortlessly, jade orbs bulging at the honest curiosity of the hybrid's inquiry while he stiffens where he stands.

"It's impolite not to attend an event you're invited to."

"Also impolite to show up at someone's house uninvited." Bonnie immediately returns, before abruptly taking a retreating step further into her house and thrusting her front door forward — only to have him shout her name in anger. But oh well! She's tired of this nonsensical, circle of a conversation!

Still...

For whatever reason, she stops her hasty exit with a sigh, looking up and meeting the yelling man's incredulous azure eyes.

"Surely you were not going to shut the door in my face!" he exclaims scathingly, before the witch gives into the tempting eye-roll and shrugs pointedly.

"Obviously..."

Klaus' stare immediately becomes frost bite cold.

"I don't think I've ever met any one with quite as poor manners as you." anger barely restrained, his eyes narrow and his nose scrunches in distaste as if she's the equivalent of last week's rotting trash to him.

Too bad Bonnie could care less.

"I'd say I'm sorry to hear that, but coming from you it's a compliment more than anything." she swiftly replies, before brimming with joy at the obvious rage her words bring out in the hybrid.

"Caroline and I danced!" he suddenly exclaims out of nowhere, and the words don't bother the witch nearly as much as the triumphant look on the Original's face, as he watches her expectantly. "At the party, we danced." he clarifies, grinning like the short kid who finally reached the cookie jar — as if he'd won something — 'but what?' is all Bonnie can think as she narrows her eyes at the suddenly smug supernatural.

"Okay..." she veers off, before scrunching her mouth up in a careless, 'not quite sure what that was supposed to mean to me, but alright...' sort of manner, that seems to cause the vampire's grin to sharply disappear as he huffs loudly.

"Don't you care?" he furiously runs a hand through his blonde curls in frazzled manner that has the green eyed teen smiling to the equivalent she scratches her head in wonder with as she replies.

"About as much as I do for your well being. I'm sure Caroline had her reasons for... allowing such a monstrosity." tossing a knowing look at the Original, she smirks. "Might wanna refrain from drinking anything from your alcohol stock at home."

"Jealous?"

The single word hits the witch like a ton of bricks, and for a moment she's sure she's heard wrong, until she notices the challenging eyebrow arched on the maniac's forehead and the victorious simper on his face.

She fights off the urge to vomit at the sight of him. Where the hell was this all coming from?

"Of the fact that Caroline is at home and away from you right now? Yes. Very." Bonnie bites out with open and honest disdain, before nearly scowling when Klaus chuckles in response.

"I don't like being stood up, Bonnie. So make sure it doesn't happen again." with an air of superiority, the hybrid briskly turns on his heels to take his leave.

But not before the witch in question steps forward with an indignant scoff.

"Did you fall down a flight of stairs at that party of yours? Who the hell do you think you're talking —

Before she can even register, the hybrid hybrid pivots around, yanking her out of her house, and crashing his full red lips into hers.

Of course her heated slap follows not even a nanosecond later.

"Get out of here NOW!" the witch shouts bloody murder, glaring daggers into him, and issuing aneurysm after aneurysm that he fights off with determination.

"My my, I believe your cheeks are flushed, Miss Bennett." Klaus grunts through the pain, before grinning jovially.

He's thrown violently into the hard bark oak across the street from her house.

Bonnie's front door SLAMS the next instant, and he's left groaning in pain and picking slabs of wood out of his back. But it's okay!

She's in love with him...

At least that's what the Original tells himself, as he strolls nonchalantly away from her home, feeling more alive than he has in millenniums.

A/N: Thanks again for reading. God bless!