Confronting someone can be the hardest thing a person can do, but if you're a true friend, your heart will tell you what to do.
The group was assembled around a large table, seemingly the knights seated at the round table. Their faces were grim as they hid their faces by their paling hands. The silence was deadly, choking the innocent Bonnie who stared wide-eyed at each face around her.
Clearing her throat, she choked out, "We should tell her." Each grim face shot up, their mouths falling open, unsure of how to respond.
Matt shook his head feverishly, "We shouldn't just tell her," He sighed, "She'll think we're creeps."
Alaric leaned back into his chair, a suggestion flashing in his mind, "Just drop hints, that should work." His shoulders rose to give a small shrug before wandering off to make himself a cup of black coffee. The pale blue pajamas fit his mood currently, light and dreamy. The slippers placed upon his feet gingerly cuddled his toes as he walked towards the large kitchen.
Each appliance in the kitchen ranged in prices from a minimum of two hundred dollars to the highest price tag of twenty thousand dollars. His eyes grew wide as he read the small sign placed onto the marble counter.
You break it,
you pay the price.
Caroline drowsily nodded, her eyes daring to be shut. Shaking her head, she muttered, "Don't tell me that I'll have to be the one to do all of this." She glanced around the room to the frowning faces.
Her eyes stopped directly on Tyler whose face turned a shade of red, swiftly replying, "I'm not good at this type of stuff." His arms were thrown into the air in surrender, causing Caroline to pout.
After pouring himself a cup of freshly-brewed coffee, Alaric ventured back to the table full of visibly dumb-struck teens. "So," He took a sip from his coffee, softly burning his tongue, "Who's going to take on the mission?"
Everyone looked at each other, an occasional glare slipping through, as well as Bonnie suddenly tip-toeing towards the door, resulting in everyone to direct their stares to her.
"Bonnie," Alaric called before she froze in her spot, her hand still latched to the handle, "You got the job. Congrats." And with that, he ventured off to his room, the fluffy slippers leading the way.
Bonnie sighed before angrily pulling open the door, stomping her way to the elevator. She had carelessly thrown on an outfit this morning; whitewashed skinny jeans, a blue halter top, and black running shoes. The outfit had been packed into the duffle bag that she chose at random, making her sense of luck rise, for the outfit was a perfect fit.
Coming upon the elevator, her finger jabbed at the button, pushing it more than needed to release her feud. Just as the doors slid open, her phone buzzed in her front pocket, sending her into a frenzy to read the message. Eyes locked to the cellphone screen, she ventured inside the elevator, not even bothering to acknowledge the figure standing next to her.
The figure was glancing out the glass elevator to the scenery below, too occupied to glance over to Bonnie. A rusty sigh escaped his lips as the number on the elevator counted down.
Why did I get the suite?
He rolled his blue eyes, pulling the dark sunglasses down a tad to glance at the number on the elevator.
8
7
6
5
The doors slid open, revealing a tall redhead in her early twenties, a smile spread across her lips. His predator instincts jumped into action at the sight of her. Just the sight of her pulse point resulted in him licking his lips.
"You mind not staring up my fiancée?" A sudden voice pulled him from the targetry session. His eyes wandered over to the dark brunette directly next to her side.
Rolling his eyes, he muttered, "She wasn't worth it, anyway."
The short man began to lunge towards him, the redhead jumping into action.
"Stop it!" The Swedish accent presented itself as she shot a glare towards him, "We have an image to uphold." The short man nodded, adjusting his jacket before they walked out the opened elevator doors.
The countdown continued.
3
2
Lobby
Once the doors slid open, Bonnie shut her phone, sliding it back into her pocket. The figure gestured for her to walk out first, in which she didn't hesitate to do. She ventured on towards the rotating doors, halting for some reason. Her stomach did a flip-flop as realization dawned upon her.
It couldn't be him.
Her eyes traveled behind her, fear set in. What if it was him? What would she do?
Damon walked towards the west side of the lobby where he traveled out the automatic doors. Her head began to spin, everything was suddenly in twos. She stumbled towards the elevator once more, sure of where she needed to go.
Room 315 (Bonnie's Point of View)
My hand tightened as Elena worriedly glanced into my eyes, "What's the matter?" The frown was carved deeply into her face, her eyes dull. It was tearing me apart inside, for the idea of me having knowledge of something that she should know was ripping my heartstrings.
"Lena," I locked eyes with her. The truth needed to be told, "Now, when I ask you this question, don't think that I'm being nosy, okay?" Elena's head tilted before she nodded cautiously.
This is going to get weird.
The sharp intake of breath and the whir of the paddle fan were the only noises heard, "When was the last time you had your...monthly friend?" I slightly winced at the poor usage of words.
The small chuckle floated from her lips, "Why would you want to know that?" Her hand reached over to the small bowl placed on the glass table to grab a pickle.
My eyebrow rose at the sudden action, "We know everything about each other," Elena couldn't help but smile at the statement, "Our favorite colors, crushes, et cetera," My eyes fluttered shut, "Even when our monthly friends visit us."
She was plucking a pickle from the bowl at that moment when she froze, "I-I… missed my period this month. It's always on the twentieth of every month, not-"
I finished her sentence, eyes still shut, "a day before or after." I snapped my eyes open as I felt the couch shift, seeing her stand up, beginning to pace.
"But I can't be…" She trailed off, eyes fully wide.
The scene before me was truly tearing at every emotion I have ever possessed. All the sudden panic I had previously felt was thrown out the window. Rushing over to my greatest friend, I wrapped my arms around her, softly stroking her chestnut hair, "Anything's possible, Lena."
With that said, she burst into tears, softly mumbling out, "There's only one way to know for sure."
I gently pulled back to look into her glossy eyes, tilting my head to the side.
The small smile playing on her lips was visible, "We need to go to the store."
An Hour Later… (No one's Point of View)
The alarm was set, the entire room silent as the ticking of the clock filled the pair's eardrums. Bonnie was sat on the bed, her palms pressed into the mattress, watching her friend pace around the room.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to wind up with a headache." Her face twisted into a smile, but only received a frown in return.
"What if it's negative?" She sat down next to Bonnie, wrapping her arms tightly around her shoulders, "What if this is all a big scare?"
Bonnie raised her eyebrows at her sudden paranoia, "I believe the real question is what if it's positive?" She wrapped a hand around her neck, drawing Elena's head to rest on her shoulder, "Will you tell Damon?"
Elena tensed at the name, "Can we just see the results?"
She frowned at the response as she peered across the room to look at the alarm, "Thirty seconds." Her eyes glanced down to the puffy eyes below her. Feeling somewhat guilty and saddened, she drew Elena in closer, "Whatever that result is, whether it's positive or negative, just know that I will always be here. I will never abandon you."
Elena's mind was elsewhere at the mention of abandonment. Her own husband had run off to Las Vegas just to get away from her. The thudding in her chest grew erratic at the thought, her eyes welling up with tears.
Why me?
Her entire body jolted forward at the sudden ringing of the alarm, indicating that time was up. The results were in. This was the one moment in her life that she dearly regretted not going to the bathroom beforehand.
As the two tip-toed towards the plastic, white stick on the bathroom counter, their breaths were drawn in. Elena's eyes were filled with panic, glancing over to Bonnie who had her eyes and hands locked with hers.
"You ready?" Bonnie choked out. The thoughts of running away were clear in Elena's mind, but as she looked into her best friend's eyes, she knew that there would be no such plan.
Her head bobbed up and down to give a shaky nod. The grip of their hands grew immensely, their feet reaching the edge of the counter.
Taking a huge breath, the two women peered at the stick.
: )
"What the hell does this mean?" Bonnie lifted up the stick, waving it around in fury.
Elena laughed, "It's a smiley face." Bonnie's eyes shot a glare towards her in a 'no duh' way.
"Check the box." Her finger pointed towards the box, long since thrown into the trash bin. Plucking it up, Elena began to read the instructions aloud, stopping when it came to the results section.
"If the results show a smiley face, then you are pregnant." She gulped loudly, the box slipping from her hands.
Bonnie's feet pressed into the caret, jumping up and down excitedly, "You're pregnant!"
Feeling as if she was going to become unconscious, Elena rushed to the bed, sighing upon impact. Her eyes grew wide when Bonnie laid down beside her, "How are you going to tell Damon?"
She shrugged her shoulders, "He can find out when he stops acting like a child and comes back." Her arms were locked across her chest.
Bonnie nodded slowly, ideas flooding in. She suddenly jolted forward, a devious smirk plastered to her lips, "I have an idea."
A/N: Did you like the humor I added? The smiley face bit is an actually inspired by my aunt's first pregnancy test revelation.
Next Chapter:
We find out Bonnie's wicked idea that Damon is simply intrigued by. *wink*
The rest of the gang try to have some fun.
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