Title: A tourist in the waking world

Summary: Drabbles about the mysterious pairing that is Tonnie. Don't worry my fellow Bamoner's the witch and her vampire are still my fav to write, but the pesky wolf would not get out of my head lol.

Reconnection

Turning the water as hot as she could stand it she let the spray wash away her lingering emotions from the dreams. Picturing a mason jar full of marbles she took the time to take out each one letting the thought go as she relaxed her body and prepared to put on her face for the world. She wasn't over Grams by any means and as her anger for Damon slowly dissipated she found resentment towards her ignorance about whom she was and what she could do growing. If she hadn't been such a novice Grams wouldn't' have had to bear the full weight of the spell. Locking the frequented thought in the back of her head where it sat like a monster waiting to escape she moved from the shower and rushed through her morning routine.

Clad in a pair of black tights, an off the shoulder green shirt and green Chucks she made her way to school. She used to do a carpool with Elena but that had changed with the arrival of Stefan Salvatore and later the Great Divide, as she referred to their split views on vampires. It had changed everything though the brunette liked to say it didn't. Parking she eased from the car pausing to take in a somber looking Tyler Lockwood. They'd been ridiculously close once; his Mother and her own had been childhood friends which had them practically glued together at the hip until her Mother had passed when she was thirteen.

"Hey Ty, how are you," She whispered genuinely concerned.

"I've been better B," he whispered making her smile at him sadly before brushing his fingertips with her own.

They'd come back together after the recent deaths of Grams and his Father, but it wasn't the relationship it once was. It was something she wanted to change. The recent rash of deaths showed her how unpredictable life could be. The recent events in her life also showed her who her true friends were. Tyler didn't know everything, but he was always there to lend an ear, shoulder, or presence.

"Walk me to class?" She asked as he nodded smiling his thanks.

She'd always been the one person who could stand his mood swings twenty four seven; partially because she was used to it, and partially because she never received the brunt of it.

"How are you?" He asked turning the tables. He did his best to keep an eye on her and make sure she knew he was there if she wanted it; but he never pushed.

"I'm.. here," She said shrugging honestly as he nodded.

That was the best part about Ty, he always seemed to get her. She could be herself around him. She'd always known there was something different about her. Something she had to hide from others. But Ty had seemed to possess that same strangeness.

"Thanks for the escort," She said patting his face gently before walking into her homeroom.

"Anytime B, Anytime," he said feeling a little bit lighter as he crossed the hallway. Bonnie had always had that effect on him.

It was why whenever they were in the same vicinity he gravitated towards her. She was a beacon of light to his constant darkness. He knew he was a moody asshole, but it wasn't something he was able to control. His anger operated like it was on a switch, and once it was flipped he just had to ride it out. He'd been the one to pull away when they were younger, but once puberty hit his feelings for her had frightened him. Knowing what he knew now however it all made sense. All except for why she smelled so different from everyone else. It was something he planned on figuring out very shortly. That figuring it out meant more time with his B just like old times was a bonus.