Rainy day, sun never peeked, the weather is cold. It was one of those days that you just want to lay in your bed for the whole day, under your sheets, food next to you, remote in your hand, television in front of you, heaven.

But instead, Bonnie was in the super market, wearing what seemed like thousands cloths, the jacket zipped to the end, scurf covering her neck, and her nose as well. She walked slowly through the place; she didn't have the energy to even lift her feet from the ground.

She covered her nose with the handkerchief after sneezing for the millionth time. Her nose was red, as well as her eyes.

You could tell that today wasn't her day.

"Ugh, just get what you came for and go back to your bed." She mumbled as she walked to that certain shelf.

"Seriously?" She said, as she saw the last soup can on the shelf, standing alone, waiting for her to take her home, sweet home, sweet warm home.

She sighed in exhaust as she reached her hand to take the can, but suddenly she found another hand holding it too.

"What…?" She said as her eyes wandered to the person standing next to her.

Tall guy, dark hair, blue eyes, beautiful blue eyes and red nose, also red eyes. She felt like she saw this before, right! She saw it in the mirror today. Was the whole town sick or what?

"Excuse me, I was taking this." She said, with a smile, thou her eyes were ready for a war.

"Actually," He said. "I was taking it too."

There was that cold smile on his face, as if he was talking to some kid, and it made her angry, especially that he grabbed the can closer to him. The smile on her face was soon gone as she grabbed the can closer to herself, "Bad for you, I came here first." She said.

"How do you know? You were practically staring into space like a zombie." He said, grabbing the can closer to himself.

"I'm sorry! You know what? Why don't you just be cool and leave the can?" she said, putting 'I'm killing you in my mind' smile. And she grabbed the can once more.

"Why would I do that?" he scoffed as he grabbed the can again, both their hands still on it.

"Because I got it first, and you clearly won't know how to cook it." She said, her grip getting stronger around the can.

"A) You didn't get it first, B) I can cook just fine it's none of your business." He said, faking another smile and wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Are you really gonna pull a fight about a soup can?" She asked through her teeth, trying to lower her voice.

"The way I see it, you're doing the same thing."

"I'm sick in case you didn't notice."

"So am I, tough world I know."

"Listen there are other super markets in town, go find another."

"And why don't you take your own advice?"

"I live in the building across the street, now why would I go to another super market?"

Their voices were loud; their bodies dangerously close as they kept grabbing the can from each other. There was fire in their eyes, as they were ready to start the third war.

And they were about to continue their glorious fight before someone interrupted them.

"Damon, what took you so long?"

They both looked at the guy standing near them, as he stared at them, confused. His eyebrows getting furrowed as his eyes wandered between them.

Neither one of them took a step back, the soup can was more important than how they looked.

"Stefan, go to the car, I'm right behind you." Damon said, never breaking eye contact with Bonnie, same fire getting out of their eyes.

"Yeah, Stefan. Your friend will be right behind you, you should be fast so you can find another can of soup." She said, not looking away from those blue eyes.

"He's my brother, actually," Said Stefan. "Can someone tell me what's going on?" He asked impatiently as he walked to them.

"Your brother right here is fighting with me on the last can of soup, which by the way, I got first." She said.

"I got it first." He said angrily through his teeth.

They didn't break eye contact, clearly killing each other in their minds. However, they could hear Stefan sighing as he walked closer to them, and put his hands on Damon's shoulders.

"Come on, Damon. We'll go to another super market." He said from behind Damon.

And suddenly, there was a big shining smirk on her lips, victory shining through her eyes.

"In her dreams." He said.

"Come on, Damon." Stefan said again.

"Listen to your brother, Damon." She said.

Stefan was already pulling Damon from his arm to move, but Damon was holding the can so strongly, still staring into her eyes. Is it awkward if he noticed how beautiful they were in the middle of their war?

"Careful, it might be expired," He said, "Or maybe full of spiders." He said before he finally let go of the can as Stefan pulled him more.

She looked at him in disbelief as he walked away, still looking at her.

"Jerk." She said.

"Idiot." He said.