Prompt: Bliss
Author: shineyma
Word Count: 300
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Spoilers: Through 3x08
Characters/Pairings: Caroline, Bonnie, Elena
Summary: A girls' weekend is completely necessary.
A/N: This is part two of my little drabble trilogy. Well, it's a trilogy at the moment. Somehow it keeps growing. Let me know what you think!
So it turns out the girls' weekend is even more necessary than she thought it would be. Tyler's a slave to Klaus and possibly thinking of cheating on her with Rebekah. Jeremy did cheat on Bonnie. And Elena—well, Elena's got a whole host of problems.
So a girls' weekend is pretty much exactly what the doctor ordered.
Bonnie volunteered her house casually, but there's actually a reason for it. Bonnie's house is safest. Caroline is the only vampire who has an invitation to the Bennett house, so there will be no undead party crashers.
(The thought of her invitation brings a surge of warmth to Caroline. It's fairly recent and it was hard earned. The moment when Bonnie invited her into the house was one of the best of her life. It was concrete, definite trust. So she can't help it if she gets a little teary when she thinks about it, okay?)
She and Elena show up at Bonnie's at six o'clock Friday night. Elena's got ice cream and popcorn, Caroline has movies. The three of them unanimously agreed that romantic comedies were a no-go for once, so Caroline's got a handful of childhood favorites.
They get Chinese delivered. They sit on the ground in the living room, between the couch and the coffee table, and eat out of each others' cartons. Sleeping Beauty is playing in the background, but they're not really paying attention as they fight over the fried rice and complain about the pile of homework Ric gave them.
It's familiar and perfect and exactly what they need.
Caroline uses chopsticks and makes fun of Bonnie for not being able to manage them. Elena interjects with a snarky comment about impromptu stakes and how Caroline should be grateful.
They've accepted her completely. That's perfect, too.
