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thuviaptarth: Bonnie/Elena!
After graduation, they peeled off from the main party. Elena made sure to snag a sixer, good stuff probably supplied (circuitously) by Damon. Caroline carried her own bottle of champagne (“Don’t tell mom!”).
Wandering off into the woods had been an evolutionary dead-end for a while in Mystic Falls, but Elena was fairly sure that the latest drama had resolved most of that, and if any nasties had dared to hang around, then being accompanied by the most powerful witch on the Eastern seaboard was probably protection enough.
They found a clearing where the moon shone through and Bonnie—whose thoughts plainly ran along the same line as Elena’s—set up a perimeter, a pretty thing that glowed purple (“Oh my God, Bonnie, did you get Tinkerbell to help you set this thing up?”) and then shimmered into invisibility.
So then there was nothing to do but drink, and giggle, and share stories they all knew but that were somehow better for the repetition, and the corrections (“Shut up, no way would I wear anything like that!”).
Eventually, Caroline drifted off, dozing with her back against a tree trunk, one hand still wrapped around the bottle. Elena loved her so much, as safe and untouched as anyone in their circle. An outsider, someone not looking carefully, might write Caroline off as shallow and fluttering, but it took an enormous heart and even greater courage to stay optimistic with all the loss and terror they’d faced. Caroline was an inspiration, and Elena needed to remember to tell her that when they were all less drunk.
“So,” Bonnie said, peeling the label off of her beer and neatly stuffing the strips inside—Bonnie’d never been a litterer, but she’d gotten significantly more hardcore once she’d tapped into the local ley lines—“any last words before you blow this popsicle stand?”
“Hey,” Elena said, reaching out to put her hand on Bonnie’s knee. “Wellesley’s like, a suburb of Boston. We’ll see each other all the time.” Sure, the summer program got her out of town early. But there were just too many memories piled up, Mom and Dad and then Stefan and Damon, and everything in between—Jeremy, Uncle John and Isobel, Katherine, and that was just the blood relations. She was keeping Bonnie and Caroline, but Mystic Falls she was willing to leave behind. She thought she might need to leave the town behind.
And then she figured that maybe it would help if she said those things to Bonnie, so she did, though her vocabulary might have suffered slightly from the amount of beer she’d consumed.
But Bonnie smiled, a real one, not one of those little ‘I’m dealing’ versions she gave too often, so Elena congratulated herself for a job well done.
“What about you? Any big regrets, things left undone?”
Bonnie looked down. Her lips quirked, and Elena waited for her to share the joke. “I want you to know,” she said, “how I felt about Damon and Stefan, it was always about vampires. It was never about you.”
“I know that,” Elena said, because she did, but she couldn’t keep the bewilderment out of her voice—that was all old news.
“So, um,” Bonnie said, and then she dropped the bottle and put her hands on Elena’s chin and pulled her in—and it was a kiss, she was kissing Bonnie, lips soft and beer-flavored, warm and wet and yielding, zinging through her whole body in a way she hadn’t felt since the last of the good days with Stefan. She was up on her knees and still wobbling forward, losing her balance and shoving Bonnie back against the rock they’d been sitting on with a painful jolt. Bonnie whimpered into Elena’s mouth and Caroline made a confused noise, stirring in her sleep.
Elena pushed herself off, running her hands through her hair, at least as surprised as when she’d found out about Katherine. “Oh,” she said, sounding like a total airhead. “Wow.”
Bonnie winced and put up a hand to check the back of her head. “Okay,” she said. “No regrets, right?”
Elena took a deep breath. This was—she didn’t even know what to think. Bonnie was her best friend, the person she trusted most in the whole world, and Wellesley really was just a bus ride away, and—
“Well,” she said, and smiled waveringly, “I think you’re allowed to regret that I bashed your head into a rock on our first date.”
Bonnie’s mouth dropped open kind of hilariously.
“Come on,” Elena said, holding out her hand as she got to her feet. “Let’s get the pumpkin over there back to her bed.”
“And then what?” Bonnie asked, careful but unhesitating as she reached back. Their hands joined, strong and familiar.
Elena shrugged. “We made it through four different supernatural crises together. I’m thinking we’ll work it out as we go along.”
thuviaptarth: Bonnie/Elena!After graduation, they peeled off from the main party. Elena made sure to snag a sixer, good stuff probably supplied (circuitously) by Damon. Caroline carried her own bottle of champagne (“Don’t tell mom!”).
Wandering off into the woods had been an evolutionary dead-end for a while in Mystic Falls, but Elena was fairly sure that the latest drama had resolved most of that, and if any nasties had dared to hang around, then being accompanied by the most powerful witch on the Eastern seaboard was probably protection enough.
They found a clearing where the moon shone through and Bonnie—whose thoughts plainly ran along the same line as Elena’s—set up a perimeter, a pretty thing that glowed purple (“Oh my God, Bonnie, did you get Tinkerbell to help you set this thing up?”) and then shimmered into invisibility.
So then there was nothing to do but drink, and giggle, and share stories they all knew but that were somehow better for the repetition, and the corrections (“Shut up, no way would I wear anything like that!”).
Eventually, Caroline drifted off, dozing with her back against a tree trunk, one hand still wrapped around the bottle. Elena loved her so much, as safe and untouched as anyone in their circle. An outsider, someone not looking carefully, might write Caroline off as shallow and fluttering, but it took an enormous heart and even greater courage to stay optimistic with all the loss and terror they’d faced. Caroline was an inspiration, and Elena needed to remember to tell her that when they were all less drunk.
“So,” Bonnie said, peeling the label off of her beer and neatly stuffing the strips inside—Bonnie’d never been a litterer, but she’d gotten significantly more hardcore once she’d tapped into the local ley lines—“any last words before you blow this popsicle stand?”
“Hey,” Elena said, reaching out to put her hand on Bonnie’s knee. “Wellesley’s like, a suburb of Boston. We’ll see each other all the time.” Sure, the summer program got her out of town early. But there were just too many memories piled up, Mom and Dad and then Stefan and Damon, and everything in between—Jeremy, Uncle John and Isobel, Katherine, and that was just the blood relations. She was keeping Bonnie and Caroline, but Mystic Falls she was willing to leave behind. She thought she might need to leave the town behind.
And then she figured that maybe it would help if she said those things to Bonnie, so she did, though her vocabulary might have suffered slightly from the amount of beer she’d consumed.
But Bonnie smiled, a real one, not one of those little ‘I’m dealing’ versions she gave too often, so Elena congratulated herself for a job well done.
“What about you? Any big regrets, things left undone?”
Bonnie looked down. Her lips quirked, and Elena waited for her to share the joke. “I want you to know,” she said, “how I felt about Damon and Stefan, it was always about vampires. It was never about you.”
“I know that,” Elena said, because she did, but she couldn’t keep the bewilderment out of her voice—that was all old news.
“So, um,” Bonnie said, and then she dropped the bottle and put her hands on Elena’s chin and pulled her in—and it was a kiss, she was kissing Bonnie, lips soft and beer-flavored, warm and wet and yielding, zinging through her whole body in a way she hadn’t felt since the last of the good days with Stefan. She was up on her knees and still wobbling forward, losing her balance and shoving Bonnie back against the rock they’d been sitting on with a painful jolt. Bonnie whimpered into Elena’s mouth and Caroline made a confused noise, stirring in her sleep.
Elena pushed herself off, running her hands through her hair, at least as surprised as when she’d found out about Katherine. “Oh,” she said, sounding like a total airhead. “Wow.”
Bonnie winced and put up a hand to check the back of her head. “Okay,” she said. “No regrets, right?”
Elena took a deep breath. This was—she didn’t even know what to think. Bonnie was her best friend, the person she trusted most in the whole world, and Wellesley really was just a bus ride away, and—
“Well,” she said, and smiled waveringly, “I think you’re allowed to regret that I bashed your head into a rock on our first date.”
Bonnie’s mouth dropped open kind of hilariously.
“Come on,” Elena said, holding out her hand as she got to her feet. “Let’s get the pumpkin over there back to her bed.”
“And then what?” Bonnie asked, careful but unhesitating as she reached back. Their hands joined, strong and familiar.
Elena shrugged. “We made it through four different supernatural crises together. I’m thinking we’ll work it out as we go along.”
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