Merry Christmas!

I was bombarded with this idea as I was writing my own novel and I just had to release it for you guys as a present. :)

This story is dedicated to babyshan211, Swurve, and everyone else who kindly reviews my stories. You guys are amazing and I love each and every one of you. I hope you have a great holiday and if you don't PM me and we can dish about TVD. :)

About this story: It is not a oneshot-ish this time. I know. Shocker. Haha. This is going to be a lengthy ( but not too lengthy ) tale about Caroline and Bonnie's friendship and how it would have been if Elena moved away right before Freshman year of High School. There is a magical twist to this shindig though. Bonnie begins to have reoccuring dreams that she can not shake and can not get a certain blue eyed man out of her head. I wonder who that could be, hmm?

As always, enjoy and review!

~Whorendous

Warnings: There will be gore in later chapters. This is currently unbeta'd but I did proof read quite a bit. Any errors are unintentional and I apologize ahead of time. :)

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

Bonnie walked along the sidewalk, making her way to her high school, Mystic Falls oddly quiet in the morning. She raised her chin, the dewy rays of the sun forcing her eyes to close. The warmth was welcoming and she smiled.

Her father was gone for the month again. Business trips, long and tedious. She would know, she had to accompany him more than once in the past. She lowered her head and stared at the building that loomed ahead of her.

She calculated in her head the hours till cheerleading practice. It was one of her favorite times of day, well besides art class.

"Bonnie!"

She turned her head from the practice field that she had unknowingly strayed to and watched as her best friend, Caroline Forbes, bounced her way over. Caroline's curled blonde hair waving along the small breeze and caught the light of the early day.

Caroline and Bonnie became extremely close in the past couple of years. Ever since their friend, Elena, had moved away with her family; Caroline and Bonnie had to rely on each other to get through the days. The loss of Elena had a huge impact on the girls and they felt so lost without her sometimes.

When Caroline had hit a rough patch during the time her parents split up, Bonnie was there to pick up the pieces. It was hard on Bonnie, being the only one to shoulder the pain with Caroline, but she never left her. Despite the bubbly personality Caroline exuded, Bonnie knew there was a lot of pain and insecurity rattling around in there. However, it had gotten better in the past years. Ever since Tyler screwed around with Caroline's heart, Caroline finally realized she couldn't rely on others to give her validation. She made the strong decision to break up with Lockwood to focus on herself for once. From then on, after at least two gallons of Ben and Jerry's, Bonnie watched with pride as she shed the flashy make up and the Barbie wannabe clothes. Trading it in for a more toned down look, Caroline blossomed. Bonnie still watched over her but then again Caroline was there for her too. Every time the empty house became too much for Bonnie, Caroline was right there to entertain and comfort. Bonnie knows they must have watched every Disney movie known to man at least once a year. And Bonnie wouldn't have it any other way.

They were bound for growing pains, but Elena's departure from their lives may have been the worst. However, it made them face reality: Life was always changing. Caroline and Bonnie realized they could face it together, whenever it did. Since it was their senior year, they would probably need each other more than ever.

Bonnie grinned back at Caroline, before the blonde claimed Bonnie with bone-crushing hug.

"It has been waaaaay too long! I can't believe your father took you away on a business trip this summer. Again."

Bonnie rolled her eyes and leaned out of her friend's embrace. She eyed the ends of Caroline's hair and nodded in indication.

"New hair-do?"

Caroline twirled around and laughed.

"You like?"

Bonnie nodded and bowed down mockingly.

"All hail, Caroline Forbes. Popular beauty and science fair queen."

Caroline gave Bonnie a shove and scoffed.

"Um, and cheerleading Captain. Give credit where credit is due, Bons."

Bonnie gave Caroline a half-smile and grabbed her arm. Looping their arms together she dragged Caroline through the doors of the school.

Bonnie leaned over and whispered to Caroline.

"So my Grams told me I'm psychic the other day."

Caroline turned her head and raised a brow.

"Really now? So…why couldn't you predict your cute blue Prius crashing into that fire hydrant yesterday? Over some stupid bird too."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes at Caroline and jabbed her in the side. The action made Caroline jump, right into the student standing behind her.

"Oh! Sorry."

The student turned his head and both Bonnie and Caroline blushed.

Well…he's hot…

"No. It's okay. It was my fault." He looked down at Caroline as he whipped off his sun glasses. His wide brown eyes glimmering with warmth. He smiled a softly at Caroline and turned back to walk into the registration office.

Caroline blinked once and watched him walk away.

Bonnie rolled her eyes and called out to Caroline. When the girl didn't answer her, she frowned. She raised a hand in front of Caroline's face.

Caroline shook her head as soon as Bonnie snapped her fingers.

"Woah. Like. Hello, school year!"

Bonnie once again rolled her eyes and dragged Caroline away.

"Eye candy later. We have something called History in 5 minutes."

Caroline's blue eyes looked at Bonnie then over to turned back of the new student. She squeezed her eyes shut, contemplating whether to allow herself to be late to a class for once just to get one more eyeful. She stomped her foot.

"Fine."

Bonnie shook her head silently laughing and followed Caroline to class.

She looked over her shoulder. Eyes narrowed in concentration at the boy's head. A feeling of dread crept up her spine. Bonnie shook it off and headed down the hall.

The day came and went as usual. A flurry of homework, bad cafeteria food, and Caroline flirting with Matt. Bonnie ended up having five classes with Caroline and they were both grateful. Caroline was a wiz at Science and Bonnie knew she needed her as a study buddy. She would pay Caroline back with assistance in History. Of course.

It was her last period of the day and Bonnie sighed with joy. Cheerleading practice was so close she could taste it. Looking at her schedule, she grinned. Her last class for the whole year would be Art.

Bonnie adjusted her backpack on her shoulder and opened the glass door. The oddly sweet smell of clay and the odor of fresh acrylic paint flushed in a comforting breathe along her nostrils. She could feel the muscles in her body ooze out the tension from the day as she walked over and sat down in her usual seat by the window. She turned to get out her sketch book when the sudden noise of flapping wigs made Bonnie jump with a surprised "Ah!" Her hand went to cover her heart as she turned to the window. Her eyes squinted and she leaned forward.

She could make out the body of a bird on the window ledge.

No…a crow…What the…

The crow stared back, blinking once. Bonnie glared. She had a bizarre feeling that it was laughing at her. She quickly flipped the bird her middle finger and returned to retrieving her sketchbook. Birds have not exactly been friendly to her lately. She looked up as she began to gather her tools, taking note of that the class was about to begin. She glanced around the classroom, eying the bodies quickly filling up the empty spaces. One, in particular, catching her eye.

She watched as the new kid stood in front of the classroom, trying to find an empty spot. His brown eyes tunneled in on the spot behind her. He threw her a quick smile and she tentatively returned it. She felt herself stiffen as he made his way through the throng of art easels and settled in the seat. She felt antsy. She couldn't explain it. Something in her…blood. Something primal told her not to trust him. He was unnatural.

Bonnie blinked at the blank sheet of paper on her easel, her hand paused in the air, an inch away from making her first stroke of charcoal.

Unnatural? Where did that come from?

Bonnie pushed back her shoulders to ease the tension that had been pinned between them. Brushing away her long black hair with her free hand, she closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath she felt a sudden tingle spread throughout her body, creeping down to her fingertips. Her pointer finger tapped the chunk of bare charcoal and then she allowed it to descend onto the stark white paper. Her green eyes opened, focused yet heady. Something took possession of her then and she furiously began to draw, Mrs. Hempshire's voice a forgotten mumble.

A face began to form. Her hands began to smudge the blackness of the charcoal, creating a square jawline. A quiet shadow of a light beard appeared just at the edge of the jawbone. From there she swept down and created a neck connected to very broad, strong shoulders. Once she had defined all the details of the neck line, she began on the muscles of his arms until the paper ran out mid bicep. She stood up. Her hands were completely dusted with black. She scratched her nose, leaving a blemish of powder in her finger's wake. She reached up to the top of the forehead, the hair beginning to take shape. She played with sharp and soft strokes, giving the hair depth. She frequently paused to change the direction of her hand, angling the edges of the hair into a perfect styled mane. Gracefully, she added distinct sideburns and eyebrows.

She then moved closer to the portrait, zoning in on making the eyes and the nose. Bonnie carved out his cheeks with just the right of brush of her fingers, then she moved on to making the mouth just right. Her middle finger grazed the bottom lip, adding the last touch of black blemish, when she stumbled back. A gasp left her mouth as she stared at her creation.

The man was attractive. Too attractive. Bonnie could feel an exhilarating rush of adrenaline beat through her veins. She felt alive. So much so, it was almost over whelming. Giving her drawing another once over, she frowned. Something was still off, despite all of her corrections. She cocked her head slightly to the side. Her eyes widened a minute later and she hummed in realization. She leaned over to her table, where the charcoal box rested. She targeted the white, grey, and icy blue pencils and snatched them up quickly. She colored the eyes carefully and with a knowledge she did not understand. Her breath quickened with every shade and shine she drew, shaping the orbs.

The bell buzzed loudly and she dropped the pencil in her hand. It was like a stinging slap to the face and Bonnie gasped again. Her spine snapped back straight and she glanced at the clock. Shaking her head, she placed back the pencils into the case carefully. When she turned back to her design, Bonnie paused. Her drawing was extraordinary and her breath caught in her lungs. She moved closer and raised her right arm, her finger stroking the corner of the jaw.

"Who are you?" she whispered.

A sudden clatter of pencils falling onto the cheap tiled floor startled Bonnie and she turned around to look at the source.

Caroline's eye candy was staring at her drawing with admiration, shock, and recognition. His charcoal pencils sprinkled around his feet. Bonnie's gaze bounced between her drawing and the new comer and she began to fidget.

"Do…do you know him?"

A couple of moments passed before his eyes met hers. He cleared his throat nervously and bent down to gather the pencils from the floor. Once he finished he grabbed his bag, hauled it over his shoulder and shook his head. His other hand rested on his hip.

"No…but…he's…it's a very good drawing. Is this someone you know?" He inquired, his eyes like lasers into her own and it gave her shivers. Not the nice kind.

Bonnie shook her head and turned back to the drawing. The eyes drew her in, a magic spell she couldn't escape. Letting out a breath, she mumbled loud enough for him to hear; "I wish I knew."

Bonnie grinned as she watched Caroline walk away, chatting about the newest addition to their humble school with the freshman, Sarah. How Caroline got his name, birthday, and age in one day…she will never know.

She looked at the slowly darkening sky and glanced at her watch. Bonnie gathered her pom-poms and backpack, and made her way back to her Father's house. She put her earbuds in her ears and plugged them into her cell. Using her thumb, she selected one of her playlists and the cathartic sound of Nora Jones drowned out the world around her. She walked in the direction of her house, fatigue wavering. She glanced at the old Gilbert home as she passed, her heart twinging slightly. She hoped Elena was okay, where ever she was. Elena had stopped communicating with her and Caroline a year or so ago. Bonnie had felt slighted and hurt after their frequent talks on the phone and IMs dwindled into nothing. But Caroline took it the worst. She cursed and refused to talk about Elena for months. Until Bonnie confronted Caroline and the girl crumbled on Bonnie's bed, both mourning the loss of their friendship.

Bonnie sighed as she reached the front porch of her home. Licking the ice cream cone she had bought at the corner market down the street, she pulled out her keys and unlocked the door. She locked it just as the sun set.

Bonnie climbed the stairs and opened the door to her bedroom. She let her pom-poms drop to the floor once she shut the door behind her, her bag not far behind.

She went the bathroom and stripped off her Cheer outfit. The skirt and top fell to the ground with a plop. She moved to the bathtub and turned on the facet, making sure the temp was just right.

After peeing, she removed her bra and panties, letting those drop to the floor as well. She eased herself into the water, sighing with glee. Caroline was going to run them all into the ground with the new routine and she was half-tempted to knock her unconscious until the end of the season. Bonnie scooted lower in the tube so her mouth was just barely covered. She blew out a breath and watched the bubbles form. She wished she had lit some candles. Oh well. She leaned back and closed her eyes, concentrating on relaxing her tired muscles.

Woosh. Crackle.

Bonnie opened her eyes quickly and looked around. All of her bathroom candles were lit. Her eyes widened, stunned.

"How…"

Bonnie leaned closer to one of the candles by the edge of the tub, and narrowed eyes. The firelight danced in her eyes, curiosity and worry brimming in the forefront of her mind. She shook her head in denial and closed her eyes wishing the flames to disappear. When she reopened them, the flames were gone. Wisps of smoke in their wake. Her heart began to pound and she suddenly didn't want a bath anymore. She quickly washed her hair and body and drained the tub. She dried herself off with a towel and walked back into her bedroom.

Clamoring on her checkered pajama pants and a green tank top, she grabbed her bag to start on her homework. Mindless work was good. Crazy was not.

Bonnie yawned as she shoved away the empty bowl of chili. She had finally finished the last of the assigned math problems. Dropping the pencil onto her notebook she stood up and stretched. She grabbed her cell phone and hopped into bed. She quickly sent a text to Caroline.

Care, Mr. R is totally sadistic. Those problems were horrendous. –B

Bonnie didn't have to wait long for a response.

God, I know! I made sure I did that first. I would never do it if I didn't. –C

Bonnie laughed. She quickly moved her thumbs on the touch keyboard.

I swear #47 was going to saw my brain in half. –B

Don't even. Ugh, stupid math. What about that hunk? I mean I know I said I wouldn't date much anymore, but that was before T.D.H walked in. - C

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Tall. Dark. Handsome." Was Caroline's kryptonite. Add some mystery and you have yourselves a Forbes self-induced love potion. Bonnie bit her lip. Her weird feelings about Stefan Salvatore were unfounded and she was probably over reacting, but she still had to warn her bestie.

Just be careful, Care. We don't know anything about him. Zodiac signs don't count. Haha. –B

Well, duh. We do not want another…you know…Ty episode. –C

Bonnie frowned.

That will never happen again. Not while you have me. And you're pretty much stuck with me. Forever. ;P –B

Um, duh. –C

Alrighty I'm gunna go to bed. See ya tomorrow. –B

G'night Bon-Bon. Love ya. –C

Bonnie smiled and sighed. She really was lucky to have Caroline.

Back at ya, Care. –B

She set the phone on her nightstand, plugging it into the wall. She was about to turn off the light when she remembered something. She got up and dug through her school bag, pulling out the drawing from class.

Bonnie swallowed hard as she unrolled it. The blue eyes stared back at her almost as if they knew her. He knew her. Frankly, it creeped her out. But she knew those eyes from somewhere. She just couldn't pinpoint as to where. She shook her head. She went through this every time!

She kneeled down in front of the window seat and lifted up the lid by the lip. The cushion moved as she did and was about to drop the drawing in with the rest, when she stared at the pile of her drawings.

All of them held the picture of the same damn handsome man. With the same damn hypnotizing eyes. All in different varieties of expression and poses. She glanced back to the one in her hand. She had to admit the one she did today was the most detailed and prettier versions she had done so far.

She quirked a smile and let go of the window seat lid. It closed with a creaky snap and she stood up. Walking over to her cork board above her desk, she pinned it there and walked back a foot. She studied the picture another moment, then went back to her bed and curled up under the covers.

She let her green eyes fall on the blue ones across her room one more time before she reached over and clicked off the light.

Bonnie settled back into the mattress, the side of her head leaning on her hands. Her eyes settled closed and she whispered, "Get out of my head." She quickly fell asleep.