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Sunday morning. Usually around this time, I'm attending the 9:30 church service with Stefan singing to some tunes of worship, but instead, I'm in bed. Evan's bed to be exact. I wonder if Stefan went to church without me I could just imagine him sitting there alone probably not listening, thinking about what I said or thinking about me or about us.

It's been nineteen hours and two minutes since I walked out and I miss him every millisecond. I wish I didn't leave, I wish that I took him back when he asked me to, begged for me to. Why did I even break things off in the first place? I love him, I don't want to leave him, I never did. So what changed from that morning in bed to when I got back from lunch?

I miss him. I want to call him and tell him that I love him and that I was an idiot, but I can't do that. What I said deep down I really meant and it's something that he needed to hear.

I barely slept last night which caused me to drink until I couldn't do anything but sleep and now this headache is killing me and Evan is walking around too loud.

"I got you something for that hangover."

"Why did you let me drink so much? You know me, I rarely drink."

"I'd figure you needed it. I'm sorry about you and Stefan but I can't say that I'm not happy either."

"Why are you happy?"

"Because you got out of there before it went too far. I love you, Bonnie, I didn't want to see you get hurt."

"But I am hurting. I miss him. I miss everything about him."

He sat down on the bed next to me and smoothed out the top of my head. He told me to get dressed but I already was. I left with the clothes on my back and nothing else.

"Stefan's at church right? So we'll make a stop at the house for you to pick up something."

"I don't know, Ev."

"It'll be fine, Bonnie."

I regretted agreeing to this plan as soon as he pulled up. I couldn't tell if Stefan was home because the car is usually parked in the garage and it has no windows to it so I couldn't be sure. I told Evan to wait in the car because there was no need for him to follow me in if I'm just packing a few clothes.

When I step in, memories of us hit me like a train. We got our pictures taken last year and hanged the biggest one up above the fireplace, I was so used to it being there that it looked like part of the wall, but now it looks as if he just put it up. Leading up the stairs are more pictures of not only us but family and just pictures that we took on some of our trips. Again, I knew it was always there, but now it looked so new.

I froze when I stopped in front of our room I didn't see or hear Stefan and I'm not sure if I'm happy or disappointed about that. I grab a bag from under the bed and fill my things with it quickly feeling like a bomb was about to go off at any second.

"Bonnie?"

I closed my eyes at the sound of his voice and when I turned to face him I just wanted to cry. He looked so broken and that's when I noticed a hole in the wall about the size of a fist.

"Stefan,"

"Wh-what are you doing?" He took a step closer to me.

"I'm packing some of my things."

"You're seriously leaving me?"

"Yes, I meant what I said-"

"Bonnie please don't do this." He moved up to me before I had the chance to move away. "I love you, I'm sorry just unpack and we can start over."

He lifts and sits me on top of the dresser and kisses me and it takes everything for me to not kiss him back. I can see the hurt in his eyes when I didn't respond like he wanted me to.

"I'm sorry," I hop off head back downstairs.

"Just tell me one thing." He grabs my arm before I made it out the door. "Are you staying with him?"

I let out a breath, "Stef-"

He shook his head at me backing away heading back upstairs. It takes everything for me to not cry, but I suck it up like I have done a lot lately, and throw my bag in the trunk.

"Was he home?"

"No. I guess we came just in time."


The last place that I wanted to be in was a club, but Evan said that it would help cheer me up. Ever since that run-in, I've been more depressed and I just can't help it. It hurt the first time leaving Stefan but this time it was like he was leaving me, he walked away from me and honestly, I never thought I'd see the day.

"Cheers to being single?"

I chuckled and took the glass from his hand. I didn't drink but he did.

"Let's dance."

"Lead the way, my lady."

An upbeat song was on, I never heard it before and wanted to Shazam it, but I'd figure I would ask Evan what it was later since he seems to know the words. We dance face to face just feeling the rhythm of the music, then his hands reach out to my waist and at first, I was a little uncomfortable, but I loosened up, but when they traveled down? That's when I had to push him off.

"Evan, what the hell?"

"Chill, Bonnie, it's just dancing."

"I'm sorry I'm just not in the mood."

"We can leave if you want."

I nod and we head out the club and he takes me to his place. I immediately go for a shower trying to literally scrub the day off my body.

I can't help but wonder what Stefan is doing right now. Is he showering? Is he in bed or at a club with Tyler picking up chicks? Just thinking about it makes me jealous. He can't be with another girl because he's with me.

"He was with you."

"Shut up, Bonnie."

I laugh at how stupid I sound talking to myself and probably too loud at myself which I really need to work on. I go into the kitchen looking for ice cream which he didn't have then plopped myself on the couch.

"Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed."

"No problem, Bon. If I'm honest the couch is more comfortable anyway."

I chuckled. "What are you watching?"

"Barber Shop."

"Scoot over, I'm watching with you."

Evan lifted up his blanket and I got in resting my head on is chest.


A/N: So what do you believe, do you think Evan sees Bonnie as more than a friend, or is Stefan just overreacting? Let me know in the reviews!