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1) Non faccia lo stupido = Don't be stupid
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Bonnie was still asleep as Stefan got up the following morning. He went downstairs and sat in the kitchen at the table, knowing Damon was up and would be coming down soon. He had heard his threat last night and knew he was in for a not so pleasant morning. But it was hardly as if mornings with Damon in the same house could be pleasant.
There was a sound in the hall and soon, as Stefan predicted, Damon walked casually into the kitchen.
Calmly Stefan asked, "Where's Elena?"
"Still in bed, if it's any of your business. Which it doesn't seem to be." Damon told his brother, lounging against the glossy wood countertop in the spotless kitchen. His black hair was brushed and he looked refreshed, not tired at all. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans, but missing his jacket.
He folded his arms across his chest and said calmly, "I haven't forgotten last night, brother."
Stefan groaned, casting a look of hatred to his brother. "So what do you want from me, Damon? I told you it was nothing and I understand that Elena is now yours. I'm not an ignorant, uncomprehending child."
"Oh really?" Damon asked amused.
"_Non faccia lo stupido_, Damon. I went to her room purposely for one sole reason. And that was to make amends. I don't want to live in the same house with Elena and I going around ignoring each other. It just isn't right. Whether you like it or not we had something once and we can't hate each other."
Still relaxed and lounged against the counter, Damon sent a blank stare Stefan's way but did not reply.
"The last thing I feel like doing is fighting with you over trivial matters, Damon. We've all had a rough night and we don't need another arduous day."
Damon shrugged.
Timidly Elena approached and then walked into the kitchen as well. Her blond hair wasn't tousled from sleep and her nightgown now had a robe over it. "Am I interrupting something?" she asked softly.
"No, not at all." Damon said, giving Stefan a smirk.
Elena took a seat at the table, across from Stefan. "Morning, Stefan. Get any sleep?"
"Yes. A little."
"Good."
"And you?"
"Fine. I think," She replied.
"We had a rough night," Damon said, lecherously, giving Stefan a satisfied smirk at his brother's expression.
"Very funny," Elena said, rolling her eyes. "Nothing happened-like that. I mean, well you know-Oh never mind," Elena said, waving her hands to dismiss the whole topic of conversation.
She tried to switch topics. "Stefan, did Bonnie tell Matt?"
As Stefan looked aggrieved, Elena felt guilt as well. Her turn of topic was not the best. "Yes, she called him about a week ago. He wasn't extremely upset, there had been problems between him and her anyway but you can imagine how he must be feeling towards me. Taking his girl _again_. I will make it up to him somehow. He's a great kid. I'd hate to see us so strained and tense like we were before." Stefan said.
Elena didn't know what to say. And Damon spoke before she could think of anything anyway. "Speaking of the girl, is she as fiery in bed as she is in life, little brother?"
Stefan seriously looked embarrassed and then angered.
"Damon!" Elena said.
Damon gave her the look of polite inquiry she'd seen so may times. "What?"
Elena shook her head and Stefan said, "Why would you want to know? Planning on trying her out when Elena-" Stefan started but Elena cut in. "No. Stop you two."
"I was only curious," Damon said.
Elena sneered at the comment, irritated.
At this moment Bonnie walked in. "Curious about what?" She was wearing a big sweatshirt, and a pair of shorts. Surprisingly, and to her relief, Elena saw Damon's eyes did not stray to her legs.
Stefan looked panicked for a moment thinking Damon might say something rude, but then, at the way Bonnie looked, had to turn away to stop from laughing. She was groggy from sleep, her hair was a wreck from just waking up and she looked half-dead.
Elena bit her lip from laughing as well. "Morning, sleepyhead."
"What can I say? I'm not a morning person," Bonnie replied sheepishly.
"We kind of figured," Damon said. She looked up startled, as if she hadn't even noticed he was in the room before that moment. She blushed and hurried over to the cabinet to get the coffeepot.
"Coffee anyone?"
There were scattered no's. "Guess I'm the only one in need of good old caffeine."
"I think Elena might need some. We had a rough night." Damon replied again. His voice was as capricious as his smile.
"Will you stop that? We did not." Elena told Damon, but her voice was not annoyed as it had been before. But even she couldn't help but let out a slight laugh. Just the way he said it, so believable. She wouldn't be surprised if Bonnie didn't believe her protests. Right then her brown eyes were on Elena, wide and startled. Her face blushed furiously again.
Elena smiled in spite of herself and shook her head. "Ignore him, Bonnie."
Damon sent her a wolfish grin and straightened himself. He walked over to the table and impassively took a seat next to Elena. "So, my dear, would you like me to fetch the neighbor's pet rabbit for your breakfast?"
Elena smiled wryly and let out a light laugh. "What is with you this morning?"
"What ever do you mean?"
Elena ignored that comment and replied, "No rabbit. I am capable of finding the sources of my food by myself, thank you. And I'm not hungry right now."
Stefan, who had been sitting silent this whole time, now got up to help Bonnie. He got the cup out of the cabinet and poured the coffee for her. "Sit, will you? You look like you're going to collapse any minute. I don't know why, you got plenty of sleep. You really aren't a morning person."
He motioned for her to sit. She obeyed.
The only seat that was vacant besides Stefan's at the moment was the one next to Damon. Damon saw her pause and said amused, "Bonnie, are you afraid of me?"
Her brown eyes stared at Elena. Then when Elena didn't say anything, she thrust her chin out. "No." And sat down, stiffly, in the chair next to him.
Elena smiled again and sighed. "Will you leave her alone? You torment her enough don't you think?"
He shrugged. "No. I don't torment her. I'm quite nice to her. Aren't I Bonnie?"
She nodded hastily in response.
Stefan brought her the cup of steaming coffee, which she accepted gratefully. She took a sip. "Maxwell House. Good to the last drop," she said for no reason. "I don't know why I said that," she added, at the looks from Elena, Stefan and Damon.
"Anyway, don't we have some sort of investigation we're supposed to be solving?" Damon asked.
"Right. We do." Elena agreed. "When we're finished here, we'll see what we can think of. Though we don't have much to go on right now."
"Better start soon, before I get too bored playing Sherlock Holmes," Damon muttered.
"This is serious," Bonnie replied, taking another sip of her coffee. "We really need to focus."
"Well whoever it is can't be too far, and must be someone who knows Stefan."
"How do you know?" Asked Bonnie.
"We established that the other night. And besides, it's elementary, my dear." Damon replied, attempting at a London accent.
"Oh God," said Elena and everyone at the table rolled their eyes.
1) Non faccia lo stupido = Don't be stupid
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Bonnie was still asleep as Stefan got up the following morning. He went downstairs and sat in the kitchen at the table, knowing Damon was up and would be coming down soon. He had heard his threat last night and knew he was in for a not so pleasant morning. But it was hardly as if mornings with Damon in the same house could be pleasant.
There was a sound in the hall and soon, as Stefan predicted, Damon walked casually into the kitchen.
Calmly Stefan asked, "Where's Elena?"
"Still in bed, if it's any of your business. Which it doesn't seem to be." Damon told his brother, lounging against the glossy wood countertop in the spotless kitchen. His black hair was brushed and he looked refreshed, not tired at all. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans, but missing his jacket.
He folded his arms across his chest and said calmly, "I haven't forgotten last night, brother."
Stefan groaned, casting a look of hatred to his brother. "So what do you want from me, Damon? I told you it was nothing and I understand that Elena is now yours. I'm not an ignorant, uncomprehending child."
"Oh really?" Damon asked amused.
"_Non faccia lo stupido_, Damon. I went to her room purposely for one sole reason. And that was to make amends. I don't want to live in the same house with Elena and I going around ignoring each other. It just isn't right. Whether you like it or not we had something once and we can't hate each other."
Still relaxed and lounged against the counter, Damon sent a blank stare Stefan's way but did not reply.
"The last thing I feel like doing is fighting with you over trivial matters, Damon. We've all had a rough night and we don't need another arduous day."
Damon shrugged.
Timidly Elena approached and then walked into the kitchen as well. Her blond hair wasn't tousled from sleep and her nightgown now had a robe over it. "Am I interrupting something?" she asked softly.
"No, not at all." Damon said, giving Stefan a smirk.
Elena took a seat at the table, across from Stefan. "Morning, Stefan. Get any sleep?"
"Yes. A little."
"Good."
"And you?"
"Fine. I think," She replied.
"We had a rough night," Damon said, lecherously, giving Stefan a satisfied smirk at his brother's expression.
"Very funny," Elena said, rolling her eyes. "Nothing happened-like that. I mean, well you know-Oh never mind," Elena said, waving her hands to dismiss the whole topic of conversation.
She tried to switch topics. "Stefan, did Bonnie tell Matt?"
As Stefan looked aggrieved, Elena felt guilt as well. Her turn of topic was not the best. "Yes, she called him about a week ago. He wasn't extremely upset, there had been problems between him and her anyway but you can imagine how he must be feeling towards me. Taking his girl _again_. I will make it up to him somehow. He's a great kid. I'd hate to see us so strained and tense like we were before." Stefan said.
Elena didn't know what to say. And Damon spoke before she could think of anything anyway. "Speaking of the girl, is she as fiery in bed as she is in life, little brother?"
Stefan seriously looked embarrassed and then angered.
"Damon!" Elena said.
Damon gave her the look of polite inquiry she'd seen so may times. "What?"
Elena shook her head and Stefan said, "Why would you want to know? Planning on trying her out when Elena-" Stefan started but Elena cut in. "No. Stop you two."
"I was only curious," Damon said.
Elena sneered at the comment, irritated.
At this moment Bonnie walked in. "Curious about what?" She was wearing a big sweatshirt, and a pair of shorts. Surprisingly, and to her relief, Elena saw Damon's eyes did not stray to her legs.
Stefan looked panicked for a moment thinking Damon might say something rude, but then, at the way Bonnie looked, had to turn away to stop from laughing. She was groggy from sleep, her hair was a wreck from just waking up and she looked half-dead.
Elena bit her lip from laughing as well. "Morning, sleepyhead."
"What can I say? I'm not a morning person," Bonnie replied sheepishly.
"We kind of figured," Damon said. She looked up startled, as if she hadn't even noticed he was in the room before that moment. She blushed and hurried over to the cabinet to get the coffeepot.
"Coffee anyone?"
There were scattered no's. "Guess I'm the only one in need of good old caffeine."
"I think Elena might need some. We had a rough night." Damon replied again. His voice was as capricious as his smile.
"Will you stop that? We did not." Elena told Damon, but her voice was not annoyed as it had been before. But even she couldn't help but let out a slight laugh. Just the way he said it, so believable. She wouldn't be surprised if Bonnie didn't believe her protests. Right then her brown eyes were on Elena, wide and startled. Her face blushed furiously again.
Elena smiled in spite of herself and shook her head. "Ignore him, Bonnie."
Damon sent her a wolfish grin and straightened himself. He walked over to the table and impassively took a seat next to Elena. "So, my dear, would you like me to fetch the neighbor's pet rabbit for your breakfast?"
Elena smiled wryly and let out a light laugh. "What is with you this morning?"
"What ever do you mean?"
Elena ignored that comment and replied, "No rabbit. I am capable of finding the sources of my food by myself, thank you. And I'm not hungry right now."
Stefan, who had been sitting silent this whole time, now got up to help Bonnie. He got the cup out of the cabinet and poured the coffee for her. "Sit, will you? You look like you're going to collapse any minute. I don't know why, you got plenty of sleep. You really aren't a morning person."
He motioned for her to sit. She obeyed.
The only seat that was vacant besides Stefan's at the moment was the one next to Damon. Damon saw her pause and said amused, "Bonnie, are you afraid of me?"
Her brown eyes stared at Elena. Then when Elena didn't say anything, she thrust her chin out. "No." And sat down, stiffly, in the chair next to him.
Elena smiled again and sighed. "Will you leave her alone? You torment her enough don't you think?"
He shrugged. "No. I don't torment her. I'm quite nice to her. Aren't I Bonnie?"
She nodded hastily in response.
Stefan brought her the cup of steaming coffee, which she accepted gratefully. She took a sip. "Maxwell House. Good to the last drop," she said for no reason. "I don't know why I said that," she added, at the looks from Elena, Stefan and Damon.
"Anyway, don't we have some sort of investigation we're supposed to be solving?" Damon asked.
"Right. We do." Elena agreed. "When we're finished here, we'll see what we can think of. Though we don't have much to go on right now."
"Better start soon, before I get too bored playing Sherlock Holmes," Damon muttered.
"This is serious," Bonnie replied, taking another sip of her coffee. "We really need to focus."
"Well whoever it is can't be too far, and must be someone who knows Stefan."
"How do you know?" Asked Bonnie.
"We established that the other night. And besides, it's elementary, my dear." Damon replied, attempting at a London accent.
"Oh God," said Elena and everyone at the table rolled their eyes.