« Hey, honey. »
Tyler was peacefully having breakfast, even with his father sitting a couple of meters away from him. He was having bacon, and eggs with lettuce and cream sauce.
He had 45 mins before he would need to go to school.
He had a pretty good awakening, that and the instant he heard his mother's voice.
And as he looked up from his plate, and saw joy and expectation shining on her face, he knew exactly what was coming. '3... 2... 1.'
« So, did you speak to Bonnie, what did she say? », she asks with her head slightly tilted to the side. « When is she coming back? »
He did, he spoke to her and also forgot to express how much Carol Lockwood, his mother was missing her.
« You do realise she's just gone for a day right? », he counters, his plate now long forgotten, his father equally the same.
He watched his mother smile while pouring tea. « Yes, I know that... », she trails before eyeing him suspiciously. She leaned forward, « You guys didn't fight right? I mean, she wouldn't just leave... what did you do Tyler Lockwood? »
At that, Tyler couldn't help but scoff. « First, why are you assuming I'm the one who did anything? Second, I didn't do anything, and we didn't fight. », now he was even more shocked his mother would defend her instead of him, her son.
And again, he knew what was coming. '3... 2... 1.'
« Okay... », she certainly did not sound like she believed him. « Oh— did she tell you about the flowers? », she had finished making tea and had taken a sip.
She didn't let him answer that she was already elaborating. « Oh— I need to tell her about the flowers, and the food catering and of course that two-faced redhead— with an alcoholic husband— Michelle who had the audacity to tell me she would be the one to host the Christmas fundraising this year as if she was the Mayor's wife... anyways, you know what? »
All the time she was talking she was pacing back and forth while sipping tea.
Finally feeling like his opinion mattered, even for an input as small as it was, Tyler said, « What, mom? »
« I'll call her myself. », by that she was already out of the room, leaving the father and son duo at the dinner table.
Exasperated and confused at the amount of information— and unneeded gossip— he just received, Tyler sighed and shook his head.
« Your mother, huh? », Richard chuckles awkwardly earning a frown from Tyler.
A look at his father, and he noticed his strange attitude, he appeared stressed. But not his usual stress, not from work or whatever, it was a particular kind of stress.
Shaking his head, Tyler rid his thoughts of his father and instead continued to eat.
At this moment, he couldn't help but miss Bonnie too, at the times they all were having breakfast, she managed to snake her way into his family, by his side, and he missed her too.
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« Want to tell me why we're walking the streets again? I'm starting to think, your goal is to make people think that we are homeless. »
Damon Salvatore was annoyed, again, and it was not even twenty hours since the last time he's been annoyed.
Again, they were walking, in the streets, with him walking beside Bonnie with his nephew following behind like a lost puppy.
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I'm The Better Bonnie Bennett
Fanfiction"You always have to do what you do well, even a madness." - by Honoré de Balzac. That was Bonnie DuBois's motto. Whatever she had to do, or was even told to do, she had to do it well. Though she always found there could be an extension, a change...
