Still reeling from my epic failure at the hands of Klaus two days ago, I now found myself stationed at the bar at like ten in the morning, pouring myself a whisky sour. I know, talk about issues right, but after the last few days I've been having I feel like I deserve a little pick me up. And what says pick me up better, than a pre after noon cocktail.
It's like my father always use to say, "The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind." That man truly believed alcohol was the solution to all of his problems. When in fact, it was the cause of almost all of his problems.
As I reminisced about my father and his many bad habits, my phone suddenly went off, signaling that I had gotten a text message. As I picked up my phone to check my newly received text, I immediately saw that it was from Tyler. Not wanting to deal with the under lying problems stemming from me and Tyler's rocky relationship, I placed my phone face down on the table with out reading the text. Which was then followed by a stressful sigh and me taking another swig of my delicious bourbon whiskey sour.
"Oh, don't tell me you and werewolf Lockwood are still on the outs." mocked Damon, as it was clearly apparent by the smug look on his face, that he had saw me ignore the text that had just previously been sent to my phone.
With an annoyed eye roll and the clenching of my fists, I decided to ignore Damon's juvenile taunting, as well as to stray away from the topic of me and Tyler. "Your in a good mood. So tell me, which poor defensive little teenager are you going to drain today?" I shot back, before then taking yet another sip of my drink.
"Luckily for you and the people of Mystic Falls, I've taken to a blood bag diet." smirked Damon, just prior to reaching for his keys.
"If you've taking to a blood bag diet, then where in the hell are you going at this time of hour?" I asked skeptically
"Elena's. I'm going to help her cook, and then Me, her, and Ric are going to the founder's party. Hosted, by non other than Carol Lockwood." smiled Damon
"You're doing it again." I stressed, to the older Salvatore.
"Doing what?" spat out Damon, with a somewhat confused look now present on his face
"You're doing that thing you do, where you pretend to be doing something nice for Elena out of the goodness of your heart. When in actuality, you're trying to get close to her, so you can continue your relentless efforts of trying to win over your brother's girl." I pointed out in a highly judgmental tone
"First off, that's not what I'm doing. And secondly, you should be the last person giving out relationship advice. Aren't you still avoiding Tyler?" rebutted Damon, as he then made his way into the foyer and out the front door.
Now if there's one thing I hated, it's when Damon gets the last word. Following my recent failure at a witty comeback, I let out a scoff which was simultaneously accompanied with an eye roll, just prior to me downing my drink. Then just like that, I began to pour myself another.
0~o~0
It wasn't very long after Damon left that there was a sudden knock at the front door. So with a drink in my hand and resentment in my heart, I got up from the couch and began making my way to the door.
Now at the door, I placed my hand on the handle and took a deep breathe. Following my exhale, I opened the front door fully expecting it to be Tyler, but much to my surprise it was my favorite witch, Bonnie Bennett.
"Bonnie! Oh my god, what are you doing here?" I asked, now in an extremely better mood upon seeing good old bon-bon
"Sam hey! I just got back in to town, and figured I'd stop by and check on you before heading over to Caroline's. So can I come in?" asked Bonnie, seeing as we were still standing in the door way.
"Oh yea, sorry about that. Come on in." I insisted, as I moved off to the side thus providing the Bennett witch with a clear path into the foyer. After Bonnie was inside, I quickly closed the door shut behind her. "So Bonnie, how was your summer?" I asked, prior to leading Bonnie out of the foyer and into the living room.
"Not bad, if you like all that normal stuff." answered Bonnie, as she subtly tried to conceal the miserable sounding tone in her voice, which any one with ears could clearly hear.
"So, hella boring?" I baited, with an ever knowing smile on my face
"Oh my god yes!" cracked Bonnie, with much relief. As it was obviously clear from the moment I asked about her summer, that she missed the excitement that Mystic Falls provided. " I mean don't get me wrong, I don't miss the near death experiences, but my father's normal, Rockwell side of the family is so boring." expressed Bonnie.
Immediately following Bonnie's little melt down confession, me and the Bennett witch just found ourselves rolling in laughter for a few good bliss filled minutes. Then just like that, little miss Bon-bon quickly shifted the atmosphere from playful to serious in like no time flat.
"Sam, I heard about Chicago. I'm so sorry." said an empathetic Bonnie.
With the conversation now taking a more serious turn, the joy and laughter that I had just felt less than a second ago instantly vanished, and was replaced by the feeling of hurt and anger. Which not so surprisingly was what motivated me to be drinking at ten in the morning in the first place. "Yea, talk about sucky." was all I could muster up to say before getting off the couch and heading towards the bar.
"Samantha." started Bonnie
"Bonnie, I know you're just trying to be a good friend, but I'd really prefer it if we could get off of the topic of Stefan. Which is still a pretty sore spot for me, you know, failure and all." I interjected
"Ok, well then can you at least tell about your powers? I mean I know before I left to go away with my father, you and I tried to get you to tap into your powers and it was a bust. But by any chance have you been able to tap in to it at all this summer?" asked Bonnie
"Nope, and not for a lack of trying. I don't know why, but ever since I zapped Tyler with lighting that shot out of my finger tips, everything for me has been pretty normal. I mean, no high fits of emotions, no weird pains or visions, nothing."
"Hmmm well that's weird, maybe your just suppressing it somehow." pointed out Bonnie
"I don't understand exactly how I'd be doing that, seeing as I have no control over these supposed powers. And to be honest Bonnie, I'm starting to think that maybe this whole magic thing is just a dud. I mean everything that happened with me only happened after I killed Jonas, so maybe it was just some kind of a witchy backlash. Especially seeing as I haven't had any magical or unexplained weirdness happen to me lately." I explained
"Maybe, but do me a favor Sam and promise me you'll call me if anything magic related happens to you. Ok?" asked Bonnie
"I promise." I insisted.
"Ok well I have to go meet up with Caroline at her place, and then we're heading over to Elena's for a little while to do a little girl bonding before finally going to the Founder's party. You're more than welcome to come along." offered Bonnie, with the most genuine of smiles
"Naw, I think I'm good." I replied
"Fine, but if you change your mind call me. Bye Sam." said a some what hopeful Bonnie
"See you later Bon." I half heartedly smiled back at the young witch
And with that Bonnie was on her way out the front door, as she went off to go meet Caroline over at her place. Now alone with my thoughts, I suddenly found myself thinking about both Stefan and Tyler. When it came to Stefan, it pained me to come to terms with the fact that I couldn't save him in the end. And worst, it seemed both Damon and Elena had truly chosen to finally let him go, but for whatever reason I just couldn't. There had to be some way of saving him, and if it meant I now had to do it alone, then that's what I was prepared to do. I just didn't know where to start.
Then when it came to Tyler, I couldn't help but dissect our relationship. And as I did I slowly began to realize that I was keeping the loveable werewolf at arms length, and for the life of me and I couldn't understand why. I mean wasn't because I was afraid of getting hurt, was I not capable of love, or was it because I was holding on to something or worst, someone else? I wasn't sure what the reason, but for now, my only course of action was going upstairs, and crawling into bed with a bottle of bourbon as I attempted to drink my problems away.
0~o~0
"Ahhhh!" I yelled, as I suddenly came to after hearing the extremely loud and obnoxious noise that was my ring tone. It was safe to say that I was completely hung over and that, that attributed to why I thought my ring tone was blaring through out the entire house, when in fact it was actually set to the lowest volume it could be at before going to vibrate.
Upon finally finding my phone, which was entangled in my bed spread, I wound up not getting to it in time which in turn caused me to miss a phone call from Mrs. Lockwood. Then as I went through my phone, I saw that I had quite a few missed calls from both Tyler AND Mrs. Lockwood, which was accompanied by a few new text messages sent by Tyler. Deciding to see what he wanted, I opened the last text sent by him. Which pretty much said that he was sorry for being so secretive, and that he really wanted to talk to me so that he could tell me what it was that was going on, in hopes of putting it behind us so that we may continue to move forward.
I started to feel my eyes get watery, now whether this was because I was moved my Tyler's text or because the brightness of my phone was agitating my hung over eyes had not been determined. All that mattered was that I felt I owed Tyler the courtesy of at least hearing him out, I mean after all we were a couple. So with that I rolled over to place my phone on the night stand near my bed and instead wound up falling off my bed, all while missing the night stand completely. Obviously I was a lot closer to the edge of the bed than I had previously thought. After hitting the floor, a light groan instantly passed through my lips, as my sour and liquor filled body ached from the recent trauma. And on the floor was where I stayed, before finally pulling myself together enough to go take bath as I had a founders party to crash.
0~o~0
Two cups of coffee and a burger later, I was now at the at the Founder's party. I had just not to long ago watched as Damon, Alaric, and Elena all existed out of the Lockwood mansion. I made sure not to be seen by them, seeing as I was only hear for Tyler, and if they had seen me it would have become this big thing.
As I entered the Lockwood mansion, I was almost immediately greeted by Mrs. Lockwood. And after spending a good few minutes mingling with her, she finally pointed me to Tyler's room. Based on what Carol had told me, Tyler had just gotten home not to long ago from the gym. Apparently he was feeling really bad about us, and so had ditched the founder's party all together.
Hearing that I felt bad for not responding to Tyler sooner, but I just needed some me time. I needed to figure out my emotions and how I felt, before being sociable with any one, especially him. It's weird I know, but that's how I grew up dealing with things, all my life whenever something greats happens to me, tragedy strikes. Which is why I live my life always waiting for the other shoe to drop and maybe that's sad, and pathetic, and unfair to Tyler but that's me. And I think, that's why I've been keeping Tyler at arms length, but no more. I needed to trust Tyler, especially if he trusted me.
Now standing in front of Tyler's bedroom door, I pulled myself out of my train of thought, and proceeded to enter my boyfriend's bedroom. But as I did, I was greeted with a heart breaking and gut wrenching sight.
"Sam!" yelled out Tyler, immediately after noticing me standing in the door way
"Wait hold on Elena. Sam?" asked Caroline, instantly after putting Elena on hold. Turning around to see what had Tyler so spook, the blonde boyfriend stealer, immediately took notice of me. Her face now looked like she had seen a ghost. "Samantha!?" screamed out Caroline, in both shock and shame as she dismounted from off of Tyler.
There in Tyler's bed, I witnessed a half naked Caroline passionately making out with a half naked Tyler. For that brief moment I felt a pain in my chest unlike any other, and it was then that I wished I had the luxury of being able to turn off my emotions, as I hated hurting this much. Now as I stood there, unable to formulate a single word, let alone a sentence. My eyes began to water, causing tears to trickle down the sides of my face, and unlike before there was no question as to why my eyes had started to water, because I knew why. It was over.