Bonnie didn't forget about Katherine…. No, she just got busy and the party and didn't go to check on her friend for another half of an hour. Okay, so maybe she got caught up in some really hot trumpet playing guy (his name was Thierry), and maybe he asked her out and kissed her on the cheek, but that didn't mean she forgot; that was getting busy, right? So after the time she spent talking to that hot guy, not once did he mention he was a vampire, and not once did she think about why Katherine had gone running off into the darkness without her. As soon as the mystery guy had disappeared the wandering thoughts of Katherine came back. That didn't make her a horrible friend, right? It was her idea to go to the party anyway, so what if Kat ran off.

¨Katherine Argent I swear on the ancestors…" Bonnie muttered as she practically stomped outside, having to leave earlier to chase down her crazy friend who couldn't handle words being said to her. Katherine was the most word-sensitive friend Bonnie had, well, if you didn't count spells as the human language.

¨I'm right here, Bonnie.¨ Katherine looked up from a bench a few feet away from the front of the compound. She was staring at her lit up phone screen, which illuminated her face more than the streetlights above them, Bonnie tried to pretend that she wasn't texting her father.

Katherine watched Bonnie slide into the seat next to her, letting out a deep sigh and Katherine clicked her phone into lock mode. ¨You suck.¨ Bonnie leaned her head into her best friend's shoulder and looked ahead to the other side of the street.

¨I know. I'm sorry.¨ Katherine repeated Bonnie's sigh and leaned her head on top of the other girl's. ¨My dad will be here soon.¨ She continued like that sentence was just as easy as the last, though she knew the words 'my dad' always came with a bigger hit. It really wasn't about how many people her father had seen witches kill, it was about how many people he had seen witches in Bonnie's coven kill. That made him less keen on letting his daughter around Bonnie. Somewhere behind his stoic exterior there was a man who knew Bonnie really couldn't hurt a fly without feeling like that fly blood was on her hands, but he was far too bitter to admit it.

Chris Argent wasn't very different from most fathers. Most fathers go hunting for deer, Chris Argent goes hunting for werewolves. Most fathers are wary of their daughter's boyfriends, Chris Argent is wary of anyone his daughter comes in contact with. Basically, he was the major helicopter parent that teenage Katherine hated, before she learned that not trusting everyone is a good thing sometimes. Lets just say that Stefan Salvatore was her rebellion. She still didn't enjoy him wanting to put a camera on her at all times so he could know she was safe, but she understood it… more or less; there was still a part of her that wanted to tell him she was going somewhere off-limits or going to meet up with some random guy when he asked where she was going.

The girls continued to wait in comfortable silence before Chris' red SUV rolled up in front of them and the doors unlocked with a muffled click. There was absolutely nothing subtle about that car, and was only another reason why Katherine could not wait until she had her own car. Her parents insisted she buy her own, while Katherine complained about how much books cost and why she shouldn't buy a car because she could almost walk where she needed to go, emphasis on the word almost. Reverse psychology didn't work on them. They knew better.

It was a lengthy and silent car ride to Bonnie's, nothing was said when Katherine turned around and nodded a simple goodbye to her best friend, and Bonnie slid out of the car, briefly thanking Chris for driving her home.

The silence of this car ride was actually starting to get to Katherine, and normally she was the person who brought the silence full force. It was more than annoying to be the one having to deal with other people talking, so she broke the silence. "If you're waiting for Mom to tell me I'm a horrible daughter who should stop calling you to pick me up from parties, she won't, and you should really consider buying me a car." Nothing. Not a word from the stoic faced man beside her. "Okay, so now I'm getting the silent treatment. Nice. You're a father, not a five year old." She thought an insult would work, but nothing happened. This wasn't uncommon, the I'm so disappointed I'm not even going to speak to you thing. Her parents thought it would teach her something. "Hello. Christopher Argent. It's your daughter speaking. She's worried that you've been taken by aliens and you're going to crash the car." So her dad had one weakness, and it was his daughters, well so two weaknesses, and sometimes they would make him laugh, and that was one of the few times you would see Chris Argent smile. Now was one of those times. "Alright, so we can rule out aliens."

"I just don't understand you." Chris let out a sigh and his hands gripped the steering wheel.

Katherine tried to change her tone, she really did, but serious was not one of strong suits, and all she did when threatened with real life she feel back into sarcasm and quiet. "Honestly, Dad. I don't even understand me. Don't take it personally. It's my complexity as a human being."

That one didn't make him smile. "You know what I mean, Katherine." Sadly to say, she did know what he meant. Her past wasn't pretty. Her present was stressful beyond belief. Who knew about the future. It was impossible for him to understand her, Bonnie barely understood her, and they had known each other since she had moved to New Orleans. Chris had known her since she was little too, and that complexity of the human being thing wasn't far off. Stefan learned how to predict her coffee order, as well as Bonnie, and Bonnie knew when she needed ice cream, when she needed a hug, and more importantly, when she was upset just by her big bambi eyes; but there were some times no one could get to her, when she was so unreachable Allison couldn't even make her come back.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm in college, and I'm going to be a bit crazy and I'll probably call you drunk out of my mind at some point, but don't leave me at bars."

Chris glanced at her and she caught the smallest hint of a smile she'd learned to find, "You sure you're not drunk right now?"

Katherine elbowed him and laughed softly as they pulled up in front of the house. Katherine got out slowly and looked up at the place she was really so lucky to be living. She left the SUV in the background, with it's own memories, and into the mostly dark house, and waved goodnight. When she reached her room she exchanged her dress for a sweatshirt and fabric shorts with a stanford logo on the left thigh. No stanford for Katherine. Katherine fall back onto her bed that hadn't changed since high school and stared up at the ceiling and those stupid string lights Bonnie had insisted on hanging around the room last summer before they started college. Katherine rolled onto her side and plugged in her phone and pulled the blankets up to her neck. It wasn't long before she was out like a light, ready for something she didn't even know was going to happen yet.

A/N: Hello, babes! So I know this is a fairly boring chapter, but guys where I life it's late at night and I can't think enough to right you guys something artistically amazing. But have no fear, a new chapter will be here soon! Stay awesome, writers of the world.