Hey guys, another update, sorry for the wait but you must all know me by now :P Pardon mistakes & Enjoy!
London, June 1986
"Hey, Bonnie."
"Morning Stefan, did you just get back?" Bonnie said, surprised but happy to see him, "I knew that was your car." She walked into the kitchen but not before giving him a small hug. She dropped the newspaper she picked up earlier on the counter and went to the fridge to get orange juice.
Already a glass in hand for her when she turned around, he said, "Literally just got back about twenty minutes ago." "...Staying here for a couple of days if that's alright by you?" He smiled sweetly.
"Gosh, of course it is," smiling in thanks for the glass, she said, "Rebekah must be thrilled."
Stefan looked unsure, brows furrowed. "Well, that's debatable. She seemed really stressed out, think I came by at the wrong time." He ran his hands through his spiked up bronze hair.
"Hmmm, that's definitely not Rebekah then, that women in there is probably a pod person."
Stefan grinned before saying, "Did you have a nice run?" Knowing Bonnie's habits every morning and obviously being dressed in her running attire.
Bonnie nodded as she drank her juice. "Really good...she's awake, I'm assuming?"
Stefan nodded his head. "Yeah, actually she's -"
At that moment, Rebekah burst through the door, exasperated and struggling to put on her long, black coat. "I'm late, I'm late!, Delilah is going to have an absolute fit." She looked around her in panic, "has anyone seen my car keys, they're not in the living room."
"Don't worry, I'll drive you." Stefan said, reassuringly.
"But I need to drive back here." Rebekah countered, still on edge.
"And I will drive you back." He motioned for her to get ready. "Get your things, let's go."
Rebekah beamed at him, relaxing a little bit. "I love you...and your wonderful car."
Stefan lightly chuckled while Rebekah made a grab for Bonnie's drink.
"What? I thought you weren't working today?"
"Thought so too Bon, but my boss had other ideas when she called an hour ago."
"You never answer your work on a Sunday," Stefan added, sighing, "everyone knows that."
"Well, I didn't know that until now, Stefan." Rebekah whined, sounding like a petulant child. Stefan's mouth quirked upwards.
"I can't believe that cow has you working on a Sunday." Bonnie said, "The place isn't even open."
"At least it's not every Sunday but..." Rebekah started drinking in quick gulps, rolling her eyes. "Never be someone's assistant, especially a fashion designer." She rasped, putting the glass down, "being treated like shit comes with that job description." She started running to the front door, grabbing Stefan's arm along the way. "Have a good day, darling. See you in a couple of hours."
"Bye Bonnie, see you later." Stefan said while being dragged by his girlfriend.
"Bye guys." Bonnie called out before she heard the door bang shut.
Bonnie looked around her, unsure with what to do for the day. Usually on Sundays she'd get breakfast with Rebekah (and Stefan, when he's not in Scotland) in this quaint café around the corner of their apartment, then do some window shopping but obviously that's not happening now.
She walked back into her room, sighing at the bomb site her room has now become, she started picking up papers strewn around the floor and her table and tried to organize it in coherent piles. After that was done, she stared at her type writer, debating whether she should write today, the place is going to be quiet, no distractions. It's the perfect time. However, Bonnie had no ideas to type down.
She sighed, "bloody writer's block."
So instead, she thought she'd take a shower and maybe do some spring cleaning.
A couple of hours later, she was in the middle of cleaning the bathroom when she heard the door bell.
"Coming." Bonnie called out, uncaring about her unkept hair and attire.
"Only you can pull that look off and look nice." Klaus said, holding a bottle of wine.
"Only you would bring a bottle of wine at twelve in the afternoon." Bonnie smiled, accepting Klaus' bottle and a kiss on the forehead. She gestured for him to come inside which he did wordlessly. With his back turned she quickly started smoothing down her curly hair and wrinkled, oversized shirt but sadly with no improvement.
Turning around to face her. "Well, I just left breakfast with my parents, so you have an idea with how that went." Klaus started walking to the kitchen, presumably to get wine glasses. "Mum says you must have lunch with us soon, she hasn't seen you in ages."
Following him, she said, "I know, the last time I saw your mum was at Kol's birthday party."
"Kol calls you his girlfriend."
Bonnie grinned, "he's a cutie."
Entering the kitchen, he nodded. "Yeah, in about fifteen years he'll have this to look forward to also." Klaus smiled humorlessly, gesturing to himself. "Being degraded by your father and working in a job he'll hate."
"I don't know," Bonnie said casually, "he might like working for your father."
"I actually hope so, " Klaus said, loosening his navy tie. "It would make one of us anyway."
"You're not honestly going to drink now, are you?" Bonnie said, placing the bottle down.
"Why not? The French do it."
"They eat with their wine."
Klaus placed the glasses on the counter. "Let's eat then, I'll pay."
"I thought you said you just had breakfast."
"Yes, I said I had breakfast, doesn't mean I ate."
Bonnie scoffed and folded her arms, "really?"
"All I had was a coffee."
Bonnie stared at him for a moment. Sometimes when he treated her out to dinner or lunch, she felt like there was an underlining of pity during those friendly gestures. She always insisted on paying for herself, but he would never hear of it, he'd say it was his treat or its under the company's tab. That's probably all true but she hoped he didn't see her as 'the poor friend'.
Klaus tilted his head, a quizzical look in his eyes. "Lunch?" A slow smile spreading across his face.
Yeah, she was being paranoid. She relented, nodding, "Alright."
"Fantastic, now go get dolled up...I'll wait here."
"I thought you said I looked nice." She said teasingly.
He placed a hand on his heart and said innocently. "I think you look beautiful...but others might think you're homeless, love."
"Ha-ha, I'll be ready in fifteen minutes."
Klaus beamed when Bonnie came out of the room. She was wearing his favorite dress on her. It was a long, almost up to her ankles, dark blue day dress with imprints of small daisies all over. He didn't know why he liked it, it wasn't tight fitting or conventionally sexy but add it with her long, messy curls and big green eyes, she looked ethereal.
"What?" Bonnie said looking over her outfit when she noticed Klaus gaze. "Is there a stain on this?" She continued to look until Klaus came to stand in front of her and stalled her hand with his own.
"You look lovely so I was gawking at you." He said, smiling when he noticed her blush.
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "No need for compliments Klaus, I'm already going to lunch with you."
He chuckled, pulling her towards the front door but not before she slipped on her black converse shoes and grabbed her baggy, jean jacket.
When they climbed down the steps and exited the building, he turned to her. "Anywhere you want to go?"
"Oh, can we go to Bella Notte?"
Klaus eyes widened, "why do you want to eat where you work?"
She shook her head. "No, I just need to find out my hours for tomorrow, I'm not sure if it's from 9-5pm or 1-8pm...then we'll eat somewhere else."
"Ah." Klaus nodded, "I see...so, shall we?" He held his arm out for her, she took it without hesitation, a usual gesture between the two.
When they reached Bella Notte, the lights were dimmed which Klaus thought was a little silly as there was five small chandeliers in the restaurant.
"Hi Bonnie." A shy, male voice called out.
"Hi Jeremy." Bonnie smiled at a young, gangly man, only a year or two younger then they were walk around the counter in the empty bar area.
Klaus reined in his smirk when he saw Jeremy awkwardly falter a few times when walking over to them. He was sure the reason for the awkwardness was the women standing next to him.
Bonnie, ignorant to her own good looks, continued to beam at the young man.
"How are you?"
"I'm good, you? Are you eating in here?" Jeremy said, pushing up his round glasses with his index finger.
"I'm alright...no, I just need to find out my shift for tomorrow...oh." Bonnie placed a hand lightly on Klaus' elbow which Jeremy's hazel eyes followed. "This is my good friend Klaus." "...You'll see him around." She said flippantly. Bonnie gestured between the two men. "Klaus. Jeremy...Jeremy. Klaus.
The two men just nodded at one another.
"The book is behind the bar if you want to look." Jeremy said, getting her attention.
"Ah, okay." She turned to Klaus. "I'll be just a moment."
"Take your time." He nodded once more to Jeremy. Klaus started to slowly pace around the room and only looked up in their direction when he saw Bonnie laughing behind the counter and Jeremy looking quite pleased with himself.
Five minutes later, Bonnie came alone and stood in front of him. "It's 9-5, let's go."
"After you, love."
Outside the air was surprisingly icy, they both shivered.
"Let's find some place warm." Bonnie said, looking around at all the choices on Pemberley road, "kinda in the mood for pub food."
Klaus nodded in agreement, "yeah, something greasy and fattening."
"Don't make me drool." Bonnie said, walking in front of him until she stopped and pointed to the dark green building, wedged between a pottery shop and a bakery, with the letters painted in bronze; 'Copper Kettle.' "Want to try in there?"
"Okay."
When they crossed the road, Bonnie started inspecting the menu encased in a wooden frame, planted in front of the pub. "It's quite cheap, let's go in."
"Bonnie." Klaus sighed, "cheap food means small portions and shitty taste."
"You're being snobby." Bonnie lightly admonished, looking through the giant window. "besides it looks cozy in there."
When Bonnie looked behind her to glance back at Klaus, brows raised. Klaus shrugged casually, "it's fine by me, love." Though honestly, he would have agreed to anything she wanted.
When they went inside, found a quiet spot in the corner of the room and had their food orders taken, Klaus asked, drinking his stout, "so who's that guy in Bella Notte?"
Bonnie cringed at his drink choice before saying. "Jeremy? well, he's new, he's only been working there for three and half weeks. He seems to like working there actually." She took a sip of her white wine.
"I'm sure he does." Klaus murmured.
Bonnie eyed him critically. "What?"
"His little crush on you, it's sweet."
Bonnie looked confused. "What crush?"
He laughed but he didn't really know why. "He's besotted by you, I can tell."
Bonnie looked skeptical and after a moment said softly. "Really? how can you tell?" Klaus recognized a curious gleam in her mossy eyes when she asked this...Klaus hesitated, was she interested in that boy?
"I'm a guy." He shrugged, "I can just tell these things."
"But how?" Bonnie asked, taking another sip of her wine. Klaus was silent for a moment, blue eyes looking down. Why was she pushing this? Sure, he brought it up but why was she continuing the subject. He'd thought she'd dismiss it and move on, like swatting a pesky fly (Jeremy being the meaningless fly).
He looked up, really wanting to end this line on conversation. "He looks at you the way I look at other women." Klaus said, seemingly indifferent, shrugging.
Something quickly flickered across her face, some emotion he couldn't name, however she chuckled and said, "well I need to pay more attention to this certain look then." She peeked around before facing him again, grinning. "Food's here."
"I think I should get a bike." Bonnie chirped up after a minute of casual silence.
"Oh really?" Klaus said distractedly.
It was around four in the afternoon when they left the pub. After that moment when Klaus spoke before really thinking, everything was fine. It went back to normal. Bonnie didn't appear hurt or give him the cold shoulder like other girls would do if he said or did something particularly assholish. That's what irked him and he couldn't put a finger on why exactly. Perhaps he just wasn't used to that kind of indifference from any woman, even from a close friend.
Klaus rolled his eyes to the cloudy sky, he can be a vain bastard at times.
"Yeah, I think it'll be fun, get fresh air and go to the country side and I won't need to take the bus that much."
Klaus smiled tightly. "I suppose."
"Do you want to come inside?"
"Hmm? oh." He didn't realize they were standing in front of her apartment until he saw her taking the keys out of her pocket. "Yeah, alright."
"Great. Stefan's back, they're probably inside."
"He's staying over here, I presume?"
"You presume right, Mr. Mikaelson."
They opened the door. Bonnie tossed the keys in a small rainbow colored bowl on the floor in the hallway which he always found baffling as there was a key holder nailed to the wall right above it. Klaus heard vague sounds in the background. He narrowed his eyes in concentration but they soon turned humorous when he realized what exactly he was hearing.
Bonnie, oblivious, started walking down the hallway and into the living room. She stopped when he followed her and put his finger to his lips, silencing her when she called out her roommates name. "Wait a second," he whispered.
After a moment, Bonnie gasped when moaning got progressively louder in the direction of Rebekahs room, she was in a fit of laughter next with Klaus joining her.
"Should we leave?" She whispered after their laughter subsided.
Klaus was going to answer her until they both heard a loud shout (presumably Stefan) and then nothing. He raised a brow, amused. "No, I think we're alright." He said, casually.
Bonnie swallowed her giggles, her face pink, and nodded. After a moment, she said, "Go open the front door and shut it."
When Klaus did just that, Bonnie called out, "Bekah! you home? We just got back." "Klaus is here too." Throwing an obvious glance at Klaus.
"Stef, you here mate?" Klaus added.
Rebekah's door creaked open, "Hi guys," Stefan said, a little bashful as he strided out of the room in blue tartan boxer shorts and a Rolling Stones t-shirt. He picked up a full bottle of water off the coffee table and proceeded to drink nearly all of it.
"Thirsty, huh?" Klaus said, grimacing when Bonnie elbowed him in the side.
Stefan, still looking sheepish, shrugged. "Meh, a little, hows work?"
"Usual." Klaus said, simply. However the conversation enthusiastically turned towards the Liverpool and Arsenal match that was played the day before which of course caused Bonnie to drift out of the conversation as she quietly went to Rebekahs room.
"Hey." Bonnie said as she plonked herself on Rebekahs fuschia colored bed.
"Hi darling, have a nice time with Klaus?" Rebekah said brightly as she tied her hair in a high ponytail.
"It was good." She said, nodding."
Rebekah, noticing her friends contemplative face in her vanity mirror turned around to look at her. "You alright?"
"Yeah..." Bonnie said, her head down. "I don't know, I..."
Rebekah sat down on the edge of the bed. "Tell me, woman."
"Okay." Bonnie said, "this is actually going to sound incredibly silly...but you know when you know something but when you actually hear what you know...its still hurts a little bit."
Rebekah slowly nodded her head, staring blankly at Bonnie. "No."
Bonnie exhaled, "Again this is silly but I knew Klaus didn't look at me in that way, we're friends." She shrugged, realisation started to dawn on Rebekahs face as she continued on. "But I guess hearing it from him just cemented what I already knew but it still stings, like a very small, very tiny part of me thinks 'what's so wrong with me?'...but it's just my insecurities...because I don't have those feelings for him in a romantic kind of way, purely platonic now." She wanted to make the last part of her cluttered speech clear to Rebekah as she always believed Bonnie never really let go of her crush on Klaus.
Rebekah stared at her shrewdly. "Bonnie, when was the last time you had sex?"
Rolling her eyes, she threw a pillow at her blonde friend. "Honestly, Rebekah."
She caught the pillow easily and laid it back down on the bed. "I mean it darling, the only man I see you with is Klaus and he acts like a personal bodyguard when we're all out that guys can't even approach you because they're intimidated...and you seem alright with it or oblivious, I don't know."
"My relationship with Klaus is fine." She said blandly, feeling defensive.
"I know it is." Rebekah said, reassuringly. "But you need to go out there and date or get some because Klaus is still in his man whoreish phase and doesn't seem to be getting out of it anytime soon and if you're still holding a candle for him -"
Bonnie shook her head, cutting in. "I'm not."
"Then you'll be waiting for a really long time." Rebekah said, finishing her sentence. "You can have any guy you want and I'm not just saying that because I'm your friend, it's true and you should take advantage of that. I can even set you up."
Bonnie didn't answer her, she was silent for a while, letting her friends words marinate.
There was a loud knock on Rebekahs door. "Yes?" She called out, calmly.
Stefan stuck his head around the door. "The lasagne is ready and Annie Hall is on tonight, you told me to remind you."
Bonnie glared at Stefan and Rebekah. "You put lasagne in the oven then went off and had sex? What if you forgot about it?"
Stefan's cheeks turned red but Rebekah said, nonchalantly "We have a timer." She looked at Stefan and smiled, "I completely forgot about Annie Hall, you could have not reminded me and watched something else."
"Yeah...it's not a bother though, haven't seen it." Stefan shrugged. "But Klaus was all for not reminding you."
"Bet he was," Rebekah muttered. "We'll be out in a second."
Stefan just nodded and closed the door after him.
"Don't I have an amazing boyfriend?"
"The best." Bonnie grinned.
It was a couple of hours later when all four of them were snuggled up on the couch, Rebekah's head on Stefan's shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut in fatigue. Klaus and Bonnie were sitting upright, both were completely absorbed with the movie (but one of them would probably never admit it).
As the piano music faded and the ending credits came on, Bonnie quickly wiped away her tears with the giant blanket enveloping the four.
"Their is something strangely sexy about Woody Allen." Rebekah said, yawning and stretching out her arms.
Klaus rolled his eyes but turned his head to Bonnie when she hummed in agreement.
"Oh really, you too?" Klaus mused.
Bonnie nodded, "he's so awkward yet brilliant, what I would do to pick at his brain."
"And he wears those glasses." Rebekah added, poking at Stefan's cheeks, giggling when he pulled her into a bear hug.
"That too."
"So you have a thing for nerdy guys with massive glasses?" Klaus teased, although he wanted to hear her answer.
"Intelligent, sweet nerdy guys with massive glasses, yes." Bonnie said, looking pensive for a short moment before turning to face him, smiling sleepily. "Kinda knackered right now, think I'm going to bed."
"This is ridiculous, it's only eleven." Rebekah said in between yawns, "we're acting like really old people." But she tapped Stefans shoulder causing him to rise lazily off the couch. He grunted goodnight at Klaus and Bonnie before walking to Rebekahs room.
"Night, people." Rebekah said before following Stefan.
"Do you want to stay the night? I can get you a pillow." Bonnie said, getting up.
Klaus shook his head, "Nah, don't bother, I'm gonna get a taxi."
"Sure? Couch is always free."
"As appealing as your couch is." Klaus grinned, "think I'm heading out tonight anyway, Damon wants to go on another bender since Tania broke up with him."
"Another? Your liver hates you."
"Other people are coming along. You're welcome to come but I'm guessing you want your bed."
"Yes and unlike you I need enough sleep to function at work."
"Fair enough." Klaus chuckled, grabbing his suit jacket and putting it on. "Come and have breakfast with mum and I next Saturday, it'll be just the three of us so no bickering."
"That'll be lovely." Bonnie said as they made their way to the hallway. "Why isn't your dad going?"
Klaus shrugged, "meeting clients in China or something."
"Or something." Bonnie laughed lightly. She opened the door, "See you next week."
"Or sooner, might drop by or you can come over to mines, we can watch Woody's earlier stuff."
She smiled warmly, "I'd like that."
"Good." Klaus said, kissing her quickly on the cheek.
He started walking down the steps, out of sight when he turned the corner, his footsteps causing a loud echo.
"Behave yourself tonight." Bonnie called out, smiling slightly when he called back.
"Do I ever, love?"
Hope you liked it, as you guys can guess, never been to London (but I really want to go *whiny voice*) don't know if their's a Pemberley road in London, doubt their is one but as my past english teacher always said when talking about essay writing, "when in doubt, make it up. This is english not a history class,". Anyhoos reviews were asking about my other klonnie story 'Follow Me,' so to my awesome peeps that are reading it or waiting for an update, you'll get one soonish. I'm just iffy about the update I'm trying to currently write now, feeling a little disconnected from the story as its been so long since I looked at it but I know it'll pass, I do miss writing their weird, resentful, sexual tension...it was always my favorite part to write ;) Quite determined to finish that story and this one (but honestly their will be more frequent updates with 'Now and Again', for me, as it's a tad easier to write)
So until next time. Thanks for reading.