She got home, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much, which was uncharacteristic of her.
"Where were you?" She turned to see Stiles and her dad waiting for her on the couch, both having matching scowls and arms crossed across their respective chests.
Bonnie closed her eyes and counted to five. She wouldn't get angry again. "I went out." She shrugged.
"Because that wasn't obvious." Both Bonnie and her father ignored Stiles.
"We were worried, Bonnie."
"No need to be." She shot back, not unkindly.
John sighed. "We're having dinner tonight with the McCalls. Melissa insisted that she and Scott wanted to have dinner with us."
Bonnie smiled, remembering the good times she had with the boy and how kind his mother was. "Sounds great!"
"Melissa is making dinner after her afternoon shift, so we'll probably leave in two hours."
"Alright, thanks." She shrugged uncomfortably.
"What's in your hands?" Stiles interrupted.
Bonnie glanced down. She had been holding one of her grimoires, the one wrapped in a scarf. "Uh…" She looked at her dad, but he was used to Stiles unusual trains of thought. "A book." She shrugged.
"Why did you wrap it?" He continued.
"Does it matter." She tried to play it off. "It's old. My grams gave it to me. I was reading it."
"What is it?"
"Enough, Stiles."
"Come on-"
"Stiles, leave it." His father commanded softly.
"I'm going to go call Care, just let me know when we're leaving." And Bonnie retreated to her room before her dad or Stiles had a chance to say anything.
"So, Bonnie, how are you?" Melissa asked at dinner. To say dinner was awkward was to say Klaus was a little volatile.
"I'm well Mrs. McCall. How is at working at the hospital?" Bonnie smiled at the woman.
"Oh you know. You get tons of crazy people in and out. So basically it's the same as living with two teenagers." She laughed.
"Hey!" Scott and Isaac shouted in outrage. "We're not that bad." Scott laughed.
"Speak for yourself. You don't have to buy groceries." Melissa sent a look to Bonnie that made her laugh. "How was your last year of high school? And your friends?"
Bonnie choked on her water and John gave her swift pat on the back. "Oh, you, know. Normal. We did normal things. Prom. Um, senior prank night. Stuff like that." Sure, prom had been centered around getting Elena's humanity back and senior prank night culminated in Matt and Tyler's temporary deaths and Klaus and Stefan's return, but she wasn't going to mention it.
"And what did you and your friends do over the summer?" Melissa smiled.
"Um, we were all kind of having the summers of our lives. Elena was hanging out with her boyfriend, Damon. Stefan…went swimming." She improvised. "Um, Matt was traveling Europe with a friend, Rebekah. Caroline was getting ready for school." Compelling advisors for the best schedules and dorms.
"And you?"
Bonnie had hoped she could leave her plans out. "Oh you know. I spent a little time with everyone. Mostly Jeremy." She had watched over everyone had one point or another. Though, she still felt guilty abut the whole Stefan-in-the-quarry situation.
"What did you for your Senior prank night?" Isaac asked.
"We're planning ours now." Stiles filled in.
Bonnie became uneasy. The pranks had sort of taken the back seat quickly after Klaus showed up and started killing people. "Oh, you know. Um, we placed cups filled with kool aid all over the gym floor so they were unavoidable. Filled teacher's drawers with mouse traps. We put honey on all the door handles. Stuff like that." She shrugged.
"Sounds like it'd take a lot of work."
It helped having vampires assembling the pranks, she thought. "So, I heard all three of you are on the lacrosse team. It's fun?" She changed the topic.
As Scott, Stiles, and Isaac were laughing as telling Bonnie about the lacrosse team, she didn't notice her dad narrow his eyes as he continued to stare at her.
John interrupted Stiles mid sentence. "You said you were with Abbie."
"What?" Bonnie frowned.
"You told me when you arrived, and in every e-mail, that you'd spent the summer traveling with your mother. And just now, you said you were hanging out with your friends."
The others watched curiously as John's face turned red and Stiles frowned at Bonnie, whose eyes were closed. In an attempt to not lie, she had slipped up. "I didn't mean it like that. I talked to everyone."
"That's not what you said." Stiles said, before his father could. Isaac coughed and shot a look to Scott. "And you were able to call of your friends, but not answer the phone once over the summer. When we needed you? When I needed you?" His sister hadn't managed to answer the phone once when their father was kidnapped and he was about to kill himself.
"Stiles." Scott whispered.
"No." Stiles voice was deathly silent. "She is lying and being selfish. She wanted to spend the summer with her boyfriend and friends. That's fine. She could have answered the phone once."
"Stiles." This time his father. John felt bad. He knew his son was put through a lot when he was kidnapped by the darach, and they hadn't exactly addressed it.
"You have no right." Bonnie's voice darkened. It was full of authority and power, and chilled Scott and Isaac's bones. Set their inner wolf on edge. "You have no idea what you're talking about, so you need to stop talking, Stiles." She hissed.
"Or what, Bonnie?"
"Kids." Melissa tried getting their attention. "We should-"
"Don't underestimate me, Stiles. People who do that tend to drop dead." The table went silent, and Bonnie hadn't meant for her to threaten her brother, or for it to come out like that. "I'm sorry, Mrs. McCall." She swiftly got up and fled the table and house, everyone too shocked to follow.
"What the hell just happened?" Stiles asked his two werewolf friends.
Bonnie couldn't stop the tears from flowing and she hated it. She felt so much like a teenager, having a fight with her father and brother. And she hadn't been that teenager in a long time.
"Stiles! Dad!" Bonnie cried out as she saw her brother and father for the first time in months. "What are you doing here?" She laughed light heartily.
"Rudy called and said he wouldn't be able to make it back from business for your birthday, so we figured it was time to come visit." The Sheriff told her!
"I'm having dinner with the Gilberts tonight, their aunt Jenna is visiting, but if I call Elena now, I'm sure Grayson and Miranda won't mind!"
That was the last time she had been truly normal. A few weeks later, Elena was mysteriously the lone survivor of the car accident that claimed her parents' lives, and after that summer, she had been sucked into the worlds of witches and vampires and danger.
She didn't know how long she'd been walking, but she found herself at the bar that she was quickly becoming a regular at.
"Two shots." She said to the bartender, already not needing to flash her id. She quickly downed them before ordering a bourbon. She'd spent enough time with the Salvatores to grow fond of the drink.
"Hey, Bonnie." Derek carefully approached the girl, who radiated anger. "Everything alright?" He was caught off guard when she lunged for him and furiously kissed him. He didn't waste much time reciprocating, but eventually pulled back.
"What was that!"
Bonnie turned back to the bar and downed the remainder of the bourbon. "Is your place close?"
"What?"
"Is your place close, Derek? I like you. And you clearly like me."
"I-" It wasn't untrue. "Yeah."
Bonnie led him out, and recognizing his car, walked over. She sat in the passenger seat as Derek drove.
"You don't have to do this, Bonnie." Derek glanced over. "I like you. And I'd like to date you. But we can-"
"Life is for the living. If we don't move forward now, something could stop us tomorrow." She wouldn't be dead, but he could be.
"What-"
"Happened?" Bonnie finished. "Nothing. I'm ready to let go and act young. Be young with me."
"I can do that." Derek said as he parked.
This was an apology chapter for taking so long with the last one. The next chapter has Stiles finding out about his sister with Derek. Just wrote the chapter where everyone finds out about Bonnie's anchor status. So hope you keep reading. I started posting a new story thats TVD/Arrow. Enjoy.