The Incredible Existence Of Charlotte Gilbert
Charlotte got up early, she wanted to warn Elena. She had to brace herself to talk to her, or to be at least some what nice.
"Elena." she said her name like it was poison on her lips.
"Yeah?" Elena asked, she was in the bathroom straightening her long chestnut brown hair.
"Stefan tried to talk to me yesterday. He seems like a major jackass. If I were you, I'd watch my back."
Elena laughed, putting down the flat iron, "Lottie, you don't need to worry about me, but thanks."
Charlotte blew out a breath of air, trying to calm herself. "Where're you going?"
"To the Grille with Bonnie, wanna' come?"
Charlotte thought about it for a moment, she didn't really want to go, but, she needed to keep an eye on Elena.
"Sure."
Elena looked shocked, "wow, um, okay. I'll be ready soon."
"Alright, tick tock big sister." Charlotte tapped the door frame twice before leaving the bathroom.
Caroline ended up being at the Grille too. Charlotte sat beside Bonnie and across from her sister, who was beside Caroline.
"So, you and Stefan talked all night?" Caroline asked, disbelief lacing her voice.
Elena nodded, "there was no touchy feely of any kind?" Caroline then asked.
"Nope, we didn't go there."
"What is with the blockage? Just jump his bones already!" the bubbly blonde exclaimed.
Charlotte stood up, "where're you going?" Elena asked.
"As much as it pains me to say it, Caroline's right. Let's go."
"Go where?" Elena sighed, exasperated.
"To Stefans."
Elena stood up, following her little sister to the car. Charlotte got in the drivers seat, much to Elena's dismay.
"You wreck my car, I'll kill you." Elena threatened in mock seriousness.
Charlotte put the pedal to the medal, burning rubber all the way to the Salvatore Boarding House.
Charlotte got out of the car first, slamming the door behind her.
"Lottie wait!" Elena shouted, running to catch up with her little sister.
Charlotte banged on the door tactlessly, it swung open, but no one was there.
"Stefan? You in here?" Charlotte asked.
"Stefan?" Elena tried.
Charlotte sighed, walking inside looking around in the giant house. Pictures were all over the walls,and vintage rugs covered the hard wood floor.
Charlotte heard a bird, so she spun around to face none other than the douchewad from the woods. She scoffed, "what are you doing here?"
"I live here."
"What? Stefan-"
"Stefan isn't one to brag."
Damon saw Elena, turning to face her, "you must be Elena, I'm Damon."
"Nice to meet you, Damon."
Damon put an arm around her, showing her around.
"When were you planning on telling me you were Stefan's brother?" Charlotte asked.
"Well, I don't make it a habit to talk to errant little girls who smoke in the woods.
"Excuse me?" Elena asked, turning to glare at her barely fifteen year old sister. "Since when do you smoke?"
"Since when do you care?"
Elena sighed, running a hand through her unruly hair, "where are they?" Elena asked, reaching for her sisters jeans pockets.
Charlotte took a step back but Damon grabbed her shoulders holding her in place, "let me go!" she screamed, struggling to get away.
Damon held her tighter, making it easier for Elena, who found the pack of Marlboro reds. She snatched them up, putting them in her jackets pocket.
Charlotte sceamed an ear piercing scream, "you fucking asshole!" she turned around, planning on punching him in the face, but his quick reflexes gave him an unfair advantage.
He sped over to the couch, trapping her flailing legs with his, and holding her arms tightly in place. "Hello Stefan."
Elena spun around, "hey, I should've called."
"No, no you're welcome anytime, but maybe find a baby sitter for this one before you come back."
"Let me go!" Charlotte whispered, trying to squirm her way out of his arms. "Damon." Stefan warned.
Damon sighed, "you're no fun brother," he let Charlotte go, who turned back at him to glare, then grabbed her sister's arm dragging her back out of the house.
"Give them back!" she shouted at her sister, as soon as they were out of hearing distance, or so they thought.
Elena sighed, "Lottie-"
"Stop fucking calling me that!" Charlotte screamed, stomping off in the opposite direction as the car.
"Charlie," Elena tried, "you know you need to calm down, just take a deep breath."
Charlotte tried to breathe but all she could think about was how much she hated Damon. She had half the mind to go back in that house and tell him just how she felt.
"Breath," she heard Elena's voice, it sounded safe, so she listened to it, blowing out long breaths of air.
"Now, why are you so upset?" Elena asked, taking a small step closer to her frazzled little sister.
Charlotte ran a hand through her now tangled, slightly damp with sweat, hair. "Damon, he just... I want my cigarettes 'Lena."
Elena tried not to smile, Charlotte only called her that when she was seriously upset. She turned into her bratty, two year old sister when she was angry. "Why do you smoke?" Elena asked.
"Why does it even matter?" she exclaimed.
"You tell my why you smoke, I'll give them back."
"Because it makes me feel better..."
Elena handed her sister the pack of cigarettes back, "don't buy anymore, you can finish these... If I catch you with more, I'm calling the local rehab."
"Okay, thanks 'Lena."
Elena put her arm around her sister's shoulder. "let's go, Charlie." she led her over to the car, letting her get in then getting in for herself.
AN: Charlotte shows a lot of regressive behavior in the beginning, it's part of how her character is going to evolve. I hope y'all are enjoying! Thanks.
