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Author's Note: Dedicated to wolfchick55 for their lovely review on just got the start wrong.
part five
002. Ironic
"It's like rai-iiiin on your weddddddding day, it's the freeee riiiiiiiide when you've already paid!"
Caroline's voice echoed shrilly off the sides of the shower.
Normally, Damon would never admit to enjoying her voice. She talked too much, and she was way too perky, but after years of silence and hidden meanings, he'd learned to appreciate Caroline's sincerity when she spoke. He even liked her singing, as long as it wasn't being used to win over some other guy. So when he complained that he wished she used her mouth for other, much more fun, activities, he was usually lying through his teeth.
But this.
This horrid, mindless, 90's pop song that shouldn't have ever made it into the new millennium.
By the time Caroline came out of the shower, even her minimal covering (his towels were fluffier than a million bunnies, and about the same size as one) couldn't stop him from snapping.
"That song doesn't have a single example of irony in it."
Caroline shrugged, drying her dripping hair with another towel.
"Our lives are ironic enough, don't you think?"
Damon didn't have a good response for that one.
*I fully blame the Alanis Morisette song for making me incapable of truly understanding the meaning of irony.
007. Glass
It's Halloween and she's finally managed to convince him to do a couples costume. He looks dashing in his suit, and her dress is gorgeous, altered to fit both her body and the princess style she was going for. He's waiting outside, a grimace on his face until he sees her.
She knows exactly how he'll react. His eyes will widen, his jaw will drop, and he'll proclaim her the most beautiful girl in all the world.
It's the perfect Cinderella story.
Instead, he smirks and says, "The glass slippers are a bit much, Blondie."
072. Funeral
Caroline hates funerals; no matter how many she goes to, they all suck. She hates picking out her outfit, hates driving to the church, then the ceremony, both of which she cries at and ruins the pitiful attempt at make up she'd attempted. She hates when her heels sink into the soft ground, she hates the smell of freshly turned over dirt, she hates the sound it makes when it thuds against the casket.
But this time, she hates that she has to stand on the sidelines.
She can't read the eulogy, can't sit in the front pew, can't hug everyone wishing her sympathy. She can't lay the first flower or throw the first handful of dirt. And she hates all of it.
Suddenly, Damon takes her hand.
"Your mom was a tough woman, Caroline. She'd understand."
Caroline sobs and buries herself into his chest.
012. Green
Sometimes, under the right light, her eyes are green. Green like jealousy, green like emeralds, green like new grass. He doesn't know. He's not the writer of the family.
He does know when her eyes mean she's sad, even though she's smiling. He knows that her eyebrows can be the most expressive part of her face. He knows so much about her, he wonders how it happened.
When he finally gets off his ass and attempts to woo her (damn Stefan), he's grateful for the knowledge.
(He gets her an emerald necklace to match her sometimes-green eyes. The smile in her eyes finally matches the smile on her lips.)
011. Element
The first time her shower water dances away from her fingers, she screams. She's heard of those, those benders, people who could control the elements around them, but she didn't know any personally. And she never imagined she'd be one of them. She has enough to worry about without developing mysterious powers that she very much has no control of.
Fast forward to six months later, she's on the run from the law (her! Grade A, perfect attendance Caroline Forbes!), ducking behind buildings and shouldering a bag filled with stolen food. Of course, that's when she slams into a wall of black clothed male, nearly losing her footing. She's swearing up a storm to hide the untwisting of her trusty water bottle, when he snaps a finger and light blooms. A fire bender.
His ice blue eyes are glaring down at her, and she glares right back. Finally, he relents and sighs.
"Cork that water, Blondie. We've gotta get out of here."
And then they're off. She always knew opposites attract.