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IMPORTANT A/N: I'm going to rewrite this story because the original one (which was published in 07-05-2010—whoa, almost two years ago?) was too boring—and confusing and hard and cliché—for me. I think everything I write is cliché but you know what! Hmph! Oh and take note that I didn't even read the whole series of VD nor do I watch the TV show. I only gather information through reading fanfics about them and watching Bamon clips (har har…). So I'm going to rewrite this as best as I can and just make this all human. Yes, I'm changing the WHOLE plot (and make it shorter?). Sorry guys if you don't like this anymore! But still, I hope you enjoy! :)

Summer Love

PART I

The hot sun was shining brightly above them, indicating that summer has officially begun. Acoustical music blasted through the air as people walked by with cold drinks in their hands. The wind warm and gentle, unnoticed by the crowd around a small stand with a sign that says; "WIN A TRIP TO FLORENCE, ITALY." The people around the stand had their seven bucks ready while the watched the little redhead and tall blonde beauty debate on what egg to choose.

"Five seconds, little missy," the host announced with a smug tone.

Bonnie McCullough wiggled her fingers and stared at the three eggs; green, white, and red—the Italian flag's colors. I really want to go there, she thought in distraught.

"It's okay if we don't go there, Bon," Elena Gilbert reassured her friend, lightly touching the redhead's shoulder. "We've got each other. We can hang out at the beach house that Matt's family owns and we could go fishing." Elena wagged her eyebrows at her friend when she emphasized the word 'fishing.'

"Three," the host said, putting his microphone underneath his rough chin.

"I got this," Bonnie muttered. She was so nervous that her right arm started tingling. Wiggling her fingers and only having a second left to pick a damned egg, Bonnie picked the white egg that her right arm (and hand) had been unconsciously attracted to. Shakily, she handed the egg towards the host and leaned back on Elena. The blonde took her friend's hand and squeezed it tightly.

The whole crowd was dead silent, watching the host open the egg—a paper springing out.

Slowly (maybe it was for dramatic effects, Bonnie thought, but it surely worked), the host—with a mask of indifference—pulled the thin strip of paper and prepared to read it aloud. Bonnie and Elena held their breaths.

"I'm sorry, but you lost your chance. Try again next time."

The crowd exhaled their breaths in relief (how selfish, Elena thought) as Bonnie dropped her shoulders while Elena patted her back to soothe her overwhelmed friend.

"It's okay Bonnie," Elena said, steering the depressed girl towards the parking lot. "We'll get to Florence someday."

"Maybe I should've picked the red one, instead. I mean, it's so obvious that it was in the red one! Research says that red is an attention-seeking color, so it must have been there!" Bonnie exclaimed, sliding in the passenger's seat.

"Bonnie . . . that doesn't really connect to what just happened," Elena said, smiling slightly—although she tried to keep a straight face.

"Meredith is the only one allowed to deadpan me-"

"Well, I'm not exactly deadpanning you anyway," Elena said, giggling. "So, how does the mall sound?"

"No way. I say the pool," Bonnie said while pulling the window down. The blonde started the engine and reversed the car, turning the radio on at a moderate volume. "It's too nice today to be in the mall."

"And we have to get our tan," Elena said, winking.

"Sunbathing at my house tomorrow afternoon?" Bonnie asked, the lost-chance-of-going-to-Italy immediately forgotten.

"And swimming this afternoon?" Elena asked.

"Deal."

"Deal," the blonde said, pinky swearing with her friend.

When six o'clock in the evening came around, Elena drove a blushing—yet smiling—Bonnie home. "So be ready at 8AM tomorrow morning, okay?"

"I can't believe Matt is letting us stay in his beach house!" Bonnie squealed, all thoughts of sunbathing by the beach plaguing her mind. "While he's going to the football camp!"

"I told you he has the hots for you," Elena said with a grin. "And he says we can stay there for the rest of the summer!"

Bonnie continued with her I-can't-believe sentences. "I can't believe that he said that his parents wouldn't mind letting us stay there!"

Elena grinned, nodding her head enthusiastically.

"I can't believe that he said he's going there after his sports camp ends!" Bonnie exclaimed, her mind already forming romantic scenarios.

The Gilbert laughed, her lapis lazuli irises wide with excitement. "Should we spend the whole summer there?" she asked.

Bonnie shrugged. "We should still bring lots and lots of clothes in case something happens."

"Ooh, look at Bonnie—being mature and prepared like that," Elena teased, giggling as Bonnie lightly hit her arm.

"Oh please," she said, grinning. "Okay so. We definitely need to pack swim suits, shorts, tank tops, and . . . t-shirts?"

Elena winked. "Who needs t-shirts?" she joked.

"Yer right," Bonnie said in a faux (unknown, nonexistent . . .) accent, "who needs 'em?" She flipped her red, curly hair over her shoulder. It wasn't exactly effective considering that her hair is a tad bit above her shoulder.

The blonde quickly caught on, imitating the accent Bonnie invented. "Def'nitely. I'll call you later, hun. We'll talk over the other necessities of this trip. Now go yonder," she said, smiling.

Bonnie giggled. "Yonder? Really, Elena? I think you just invented that accent."

"Says the girl who invented an accent a sentence before mine," she said.

"Oh psh, that wasn't invented. That was my Scottish accent!" Bonnie said as she jumped out of the car. "Call me later, okay?"

"Of course," Elena said through the open window. "See you at eight!"

A/N: I already got chapter two ready and am working on the rest of the chapters. :") So, you know, I won't have to update in an irregular pattern. Maybe I'll update every Saturday. ^.^ So how was it? I'm thinking of making the chapters short- and the story short, but idek. Maybe, right? Anyway, I hoped you guys liked it! I think I made them OOC. Oh damn it. I'll work on it!

Domo arigato for everything guys! :)

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