Author's Note: Thanks to all the encouraging reviews for this. I am on break write now so hopefully two or three more chapters up by the new episode this Thursday.

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Bonnie felt herself straining. It was becoming harder to concentrate under the conditions. Everything was losing focus with things going black. She then heard her phone playing Countdown by Beyonce. She looked over to her beside table, looking at the the white light coming from it. She also noticed how dark it was outside. Compared to it being light outside when she started her spell, it was now dark, and from the screen on her phone it was now ten at night.

Bonnie answered her phone, growing frustrated of the sound of Beyonce and Boyz II Men counting down.

"Hello?"

"What are you doing?"

It was Rebekah. She was probably calling to hang out. That was the vampire's general desire. Bonnie rubbed her forehead, feeling the unnatural clamminess that was taking over. She looked around her room, noting that there were things strewn around the room. Her spell worked, but not the way she wanted. She needed to focus more, maybe rewrite it and concetrate on different aspects. Bonnie became so absorbed with her magic she failed to noticed Rebekah nearly yelling at her through her phone.

She also did not notice the knocking on the door. She also did not notice the small pebbles being thrown at her window. It was finally the sound of Rebekah's voice, without the filter of the phone, nearly barking out her name. She sounded extremely close, Bonnie noted. It was then she turned to her window to see the blonde in an awkward position hanging on to the the window seal.

"Bonnie Bennett, I have been trying to get your God damn attention for the last three minutes!"

"Oh my God, I am so sorry. I have just been focused"

"On this new spell, yadda yadda yadda. Just let me in already."

Bonnie was going to let the vampire in. But something stopped her. Rebekah noticed this too. The vampire felt frustrated at Bonnie's unwilngness, but she did not voice it. Instead she spoke again.

"Just go put something pretty on, we are going out."

With that she let go and fell. Bonnie nodded her head, but she knew Rebekah could not see her. She walked to her closet, and started searching for the perfect outfit. Knowing Rebekah, she would have to dress in something a little more night time appropriate. It took her ten minutes to find an outfit that was appropriate in Rebekah's standards, as well on weather's standards.

Rebekahwas texting her brother Klaus on her new phone. The last one had an unfortunate accident after Klaus had pissed her off. Now she had a new phone, of course giving the number to the essentials: Klaus, if he had any information about that stupid tree, Kol and Elijah if they would ever bother to contact her, Matt because she liked talking to him, and Bonnie because she was the best friend. Well for Rebekah she was the best friend. The orinal did not know where she stood with the teen witch. Rebekah was aware that she had used slight manipulative efforts to gain the girl's trust. She swooped in when Bonnie was mourning. She had played on certain emotions for responses, she compelled teachers to and staff alike to make sure she was Bonnie's partner in anything. She even used bribery to get Bonnie to finally cave. Even the Matt thing to some extent was a way to get close to Bonnie. But she was in reason. Bonnie was Ayanna's descendent, and by extension made her valuable. Too valuable for anyone to just have in their hands. She had to admit when she finally took notice of the witch, it took her a minute to make the connection. But Rebekah was all too familiar of a witch's lure. She could almost feel Ayanna on her. Since then, she had been plotting to get close to the Bennett. Her first target was Elena Gilbert, she was easy to manipulate, Rebekah had assumed. The vampire thought it was going to be a piece of cake. That was until Elena stabbed her in the back.

She had planned it all well. It was going to be perfect. She would kiss up to both Elena and Caroline, get on the best friend's good side and then work her way to Bonnie. But no. That went down the drain as the dagger went in Rebekah. Needless to say when she woke up, in a God damn basement, she was pissed. Of course her plans to become bffs with Bonnie was derailed by revenge on her brother, for killing their mother and lying to her for so long, and Elena, for daggering her.

Rebekah turned from her phone to see Bonnie standing in front of her, glancing down at her phone. The witch was wearing a striped grey tank like top. It was purposely too big, giving one access to see her sides. She was wearing a black halter like mid drift, covering her chest, but giving a look at her cleavage as well. She covered her legs in black skinny jeans. Rebekah noted that the tiny witch was noticeable taller due to the bright red heels she was wearing. Her hair was curly, and hanging off her shoulders, as if making sure to cover her displayed chest. Rebekah snorted at that. Of course she could still manage to play it safe.

"So do I make it through?" Bonnie joked.

"Barely" Rebekah, in the most elegant of movements, put her phone in her pocket and got up from her car. Bonnie was not impressed.

"Barely?"

"Yep" Rebekah got in the driver seat of her car, and Bonnie got in the passenger seat. Bonnie was slightly offended by that statement.

"Barely?" she ended up repeating. Rebekah nodded. Bonnie took a look down at herself. She thought she looked hot and enticing. But Rebekah did not think so.

"Barely."

The drive was took over an hour. Not a long one, but Bonnie was out of it throughout most of it. She was in and out of conversation, she seemed to stare at things that were not there, and her at times she was muttering something in what seemed like Latin. Rebekah finally gave up twenty minutes in and decided the radio was best. When they had arrived, Rebekah flew out of her car in a huff. Bonnie watched her friend as she gracefully stomped to their destination. A bar. A hookah bar. Bonnie already hated this.

There she was sitting in a corner. It was decorated with a bunch of pillows and a blanket. Bonnie did not like it at all. She took off her jacket and sat it beside her, while placing her purse beneath the bundle. She turned to Rebekah, who was looking at a menu. Why did they need a menu? As if knowing what was going in her head, Rebekah finally spoke.

"We are at a Hookah Bar, I am guessing you know that. We are here for a good smoke and this band. After this we are going for food somewhere. Yes we are going for food. Now I am looking at this menu and honestly I don;'t know what we should get. I know this is your first time but what do you want to try?"

Bonnie absorbed this information, looking at Rebekah who had yet to raise her head from the menu, Bonnie wanted to ask so many questions. But she knew better. Rebekah could deflect a situation away from her as easily as she could make one about herself. The girl was a pro at manipulation. Bonnie was well aware of the little things that Rebekah did to get her friendship. No girl would become friends with the ex that they were trying to pursue. It could not have been a coincidence that Bonnie and Rebekah was paired up in nearly every class for aevery group project. No, it was not. And honestly Bonnie never said a thing about it. Sure she made sure to keep an eye on Rebekah, but at the same time, it was nice to be pursued, even if it was just for the value of friendship. Or whatever Rebekah wanted.

"Bonnie, here is the menu"

Rebekah handed it to her. Bonnie took it, but did not know what to do with it. She knew nothing about hookah. It was a foreign concept to her. The only thing she ever did was drink, and that was not a very frequent thing for her. She looked at Rebekah, an eyebrow raised. Rebekah was on her phone. The girl was ignoring her.

"Rebekah, did I do something wrong?"

"Nope. You did absolutely nothing out of the ordinary."

"Okay...so why are you giving me frostbite?"

Rebekah shrugged. Bonnie's expression dropped, mirroring her increasing frustraion. She turned her attention away from the Original, looking at the menu. Unfortunately she knew nothing about hookah, so it was just a jumble of words put together in weird combinations. Were they scents, flavors, little drops to put on the wood?Wait, what was hookah? Bonnie was beginning to undestand that she was truly ignorant on what this was. And she needed Rebekah badly. She looked at Rebekah, who was now watching Bonnie. She had the most condescending look on her face. Bonnie saw two choics. Give in and let Rebekah win, whatever her problem was. Or stick this out and teach the blonde she did not have the right to act like a child.

Option number two it was.

Bonnie lifted her head and exhaled. A little smoke flew out of her mouth. She could taste the after effect. It was sweet and tasted like vanilla, hint of honey, and some type of flower. Bonnie could not remember. All she knew is that Rebekah was waiting for her turn, and she was slightly pissed. Bonnie had figured out not only the menu but picked a correct combination that made Rebekah mellow out, unwillingly. To her satisfaction, Bonnie then ordered a soda and they waited. Of course she tried to ask Rebekah what was wrong, but Rebekah just glared at her before picking up her phone and going back to whomever she was texting.

They had finally finished the hookah, and had listened to the band. They paid, and left. Another fourty minutes passed and they were sitting at the Grill. Matt was not working that night, so Bonnie and Rebekah were forced to deal with other waitors. For some reason, neither found it pleasant. Once they ordered, everything went quiet again. Bonnie watched as Rebekah took out her phone again, and was texting away.

"I'm sorry."

Rebekah looked up to see a tired Bonnie. Was she this bad looking all night?

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I did, but I sincerely apologize for my actions. Just please stop being mad at me."

Rebekah rolled her eyes. Setting her phone aside she focused her attention on Bonnie.

"You really don't have any idea why I am upset with you, do you?"

"No! Rebekah what did I do?"

Rebekah was about to speak when their drinks came. After that they did not speak. Well Bonnie tried, Rebekah refused to respond however. After that Bonnie was dropped off, with a very upset Rebekah speeding off.

A/N: Ooh Rebekah is mad. I know this is some middle of the story mess, but I have a reason for it. Also I kind of feel that I ma setting them up to be lovers or whatever...but this is strictly a friendship. Hopefully the next chapter will be up on Tuesday...or late Monday.

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