Yes, I know it's been a long time, and I'm sorry, but there was so much writer's block with this chapter.
Anyway, here it is, and review! The more you review the faster I update! Xx
The next day, Charlotte was so bored that she even considered cleaning- which was practically suicide for her. The house was a bit messy because Lee and the boys had had some friends over and messed the house up with their pizza boxes and overall, well- manlyness.
As soon as this Klaus thing had passed by, Charlotte decided that it may be time to move on from Fell's Church- there was nothing to do here and Stefan bothered her constantly. He never stopped coming round, and whenever Lee was around, he watched her like a hawk. One time, she kicked him in the shin because he was being so annoying- but of course he hadn't felt it.
She had phoned her ex, Jake, on Wednesday morning- and he had said that he might pay her a visit. Might usually meant a 'yes' from him- he didn't like saying it outright. Later on though, he had texted to say for her to be home at around two. Charlotte couldn't seem to make herself miss someone, but Jake was the closest she had ever had to a boyfriend. Yeah, it was scary sometimes, being with an Old One- but they had had fun together.
Charlotte was sitting on the couch in the living room, wearing her tight black tank top that showed off her petite figure and black sweats, watching TV, when the doorbell rang. She checked her loosely curly hair- which was natural, no curlers or straighteners- and hurried off to answer it. With her Vampire senses, she could feel that the visitor was a Vampire and probably Jake.
"Morning, mi sorella," Damon smirked at her. Stefan stood behind him, trying to see if Lee or anyone else was in the room- and woohoo, Lee was there!
Wonderful.
"Eeurgh," Charlotte grunted, turning around to go back into the house.
"So we're allowed in now?" Charlotte could tell that Damon had risen his eyebrows when he spoke.
"Is there much point denying you in?"
"No," Damon said pleasantly, his eyes watching her, amused, as she glared at them.
"Fine," she snarled, opening the door more, allowing them to pass through.
"Lee, don't you need to be at work soon?" Charlotte asked, folding her arms, pretending to be interested- but only wondering what it would take for him to leave the room for a few minutes.
"Oh, er, yeah," Lee replied from the sofa, head finally moving away from the direction of the TV. He finally noticed Damon and Stefan's presence, and as he hurriedly stood up to get out of the room: Damon seemed to be scowling at him.
"Why on earth do you want to live with meaningless humans such as him?" Damon's nose lifted up as if dog poopie were placed underneath his nose. Stefan looked annoyed at the way Damon had spoken, but intrigued in her answer.
The sharp twang she felt when Damon called Lee 'meaningless' hit her strangely- something she had never felt before in her life.
"They're fun to tease," she beamed, coolness leaking into her voice however.
"I hope you don't mean sexually," Damon growled. Stefan looked up from where he was looking around the room, looking alarmed.
"I'm not going to tell you two that, am I? Now what do you want, I'm expecting someone today so you'd better make it quick," she said, flicking her long dark curly hair and scowling. Jake was going to come by the house at around two- and no way did she want her brothers to know that she was actually helping.
"I need you to watch Vickie," Stefan said, a serious glint appearing in his green eyes.
Charlotte turned a blank stare on him. "Who's Vickie?"
"The girl you saw yesterday? The traumatized girl?" Stefan said, annoyed.
The blank stare continued.
"The girl who looked like shit," Damon added helpfully, smirking his stupid pretty face off.
"Ohhh," Charlotte nodded dreamily in exaggerated remembrance. "What do you mean by 'watch' her?"
"Watch that the man doesn't come to get her," he said, as if it were obvious- which it actually was to Charlotte, but she wanted to make him annoyed. It was fun.
"I'm busy," she scowled, eyes cold.
"Just for a few hours, Charlotte," Stefan said, his voice serious, frowning. Ooooh, scary Stefan... NOT.
"I do have a life, you know. My sole purpose in life isn't to cater after you whenever you need me," her voice turned ice cold, and she narrowed her eyes.
"Just this one time," Stefan wasn't giving an inch.
For the next ten seconds, they had a Who-Can-Scowl-The-Most contest. It didn't suit Stefan, scowling, it just made him look like he had the runs.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to Charlotte, and she beamed happily at him.
"Okay, I'll do it.
Damon's eyes widened and Stefan's mouth actually dropped open from her change of mind.
"Close your mouth, Stefan, the constipated bee look is not a good one for you. I'll do it on one condition: you both stop stalking me."
Stefan scowled again. Awww, bless... he looks like a little puppy- Charlotte thought icily. Damon just looked mad, like he always seemed to nowadays.
"Fine," Stefan grunted, turning around to leave. "Be at Vickie's in half an hour."
Damon scowled at her, eyeing her top with distaste.
"That top is too low," he scowled before striding out of the house.
Charlotte flipped the finger at him with the door closed, an angry expression on her face.
