LEMONS¹ [ completed ]

17 || sour patch kids and crusty rusty antiques

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" FAWKES ! " Finch calls out as she enters her house, "Do you want to go to a party with me?"

Her brother appears at the stairs, eyes bright, "Sunday best or Friday date?"

"Hmm. Friday date." She answers as she follows him up the stairs, "Where's Clare?"

"Her room. I spelled so she can't leave it without permission from us." Fawkes stated

"Good job, brother bear, Imma change -- you change too." She instructed her brother with a wink, "You get fifteen minutes."

"All right, see you in fifteen." He said as he walked into his own room, closing the door behind him

Finch closed the door behind her, already wiggling out of her clothes until she was only in her undergarments as she rifled through her drawers for something suitable to wear for a not birthday party/regular party. Settling on a striped shirts and a skirt she pulled them from the places, she shimmied into them before rolling a pair of ripped up back tights onto her legs underneath.

She picked up her black chucks and opened her bathroom door to put on her makeup and fix her hair. She wasn't gonna show up to her friends not birthday party looking like hot steaming trash. The girl pulled her small make up bag from one of the drawers and she unzipped it looking through the bag. Mascars, blush, concealer, and chapstick. Simple yet presentable. Moving quickly and fluently, she applied it all looking nice and pretty.

Finch pulled her hair hall from its bun, and letting the inky black waves cascade over her shoulders before sitting down on the closed toilet to pull on her shoes.

"Fawkes? You ready to go?" She called as she stood up walking from her room as she picked up something she had been saving for three years before heading out her room, "Brother bear?"

"Yeah, I'm just pullin' on my shoes!" He yelled back

Finch hopped down the stairs, landing easily on the bottom step before she met her brother at the door, "What's that?" He asked, pointing to the thing in her hand

"Steffy's b - say pressie." She hummed twirling it around herr figner, "He's gonna love it."

"Yeah, I'll bet, man." He said shaking his head, "Let's go."

"My car, bud."

FAWKES AND Finch enter the Grill, the latter of the two instantly spotting the birthday boy, "Hey, I'm gonna go give Super Stef his present." She said, placing a kiss on his cheek as she walked away

A hand gripped her arm halfway through her walk and she yelped as she was tugged to the side, stumbling into the person's chest as she fell off course, "What the -- "

"Aw, aw, witchy." Damon smirked as the witch tore her arm from his grip

"Jesus Chris, Damon, what was the point of that?" She demanded, ripping the part of her arm, "And why'd you death grip me, you itchy sweater?"

"I fell like I'm still missing a key part to that insult, but I'll chose to ignore it." The vampire smirked, "I just wanted to see if I could buy you a drink. Why are you acting like such a sour patch kid?"

Finch glared at him, angrily hitting his arm, "Call me that again, you crusty rusty antique, and I'll kill you."

"Calm down, Sour Patch. Do you want a drink?" He asked with a lazy smirk

"Not from you." She snapped, moving away from him, "Ew." She huffed

"Stefan!" Finch called out, waving her hand as she caught his attention

The vampire smiled at her ad she stopped in front of her, "Hey, Finch."

The witch smiled throwing him his present, "Happy Birthday, Dino."

He laughed as he looked it over, holding it up with an arched brow, "Dinosaur stickers?"

"An endless supply." She grinned, pulling one off of the roll and slapping it onto his chest, flattening it into his shirt, "If you take this off, I'll shave your head while you sleep." Her smile still in place

"Yeah, I don't doubt that, Finch."

"Good on you, Super Stef." She said, patting his shoulder, "Now you and I are gonna dance."

The witch took Stefan's hand and tried to pull him onto the dance floor, "No, no. Finch, I'm not dancing."

"Oh, yes you are. This is what you get for not telling me it was your birthday and about the Katherine thing." Finch said as she lightly kicked the back of his shin getting hi to move forward, "You own me one dance. Also, sorry if I injure you -- my coordination isn't exactly the best."

Stefan chuckles, "How come that doesn't surprise me?"

"You've seen me trip twenty hundred times, that's why my lack grace and balance is an unsurprising to you, my good friend."

Finch successfully pulls the boy onto dance floor and he spins her around, taking the girl by surprise as he did. She laughed as he twirled her around, grabbing onto his arms,

"You need a little more foot movement." She stated as he stopped spinning her

"Yeah, I'm not interested in making a fool out of myself." Stefan stated, as he shook his head

"Come on, Super Stef, you can't be that bad."

"Do me a favor?" He asked as she nodded, "Tell me if you see Damon with his camera phone."

Finch snorted, "Only old people call 'em 'camera phones', Steffy." She hummed as they danced

"Okay, youngster." Stefan shot back, "At least I've had more than seventeen years on the planet."

Finch laughed, throwing her head back, "Yup I'm still a kid, Grandpa." She agreed

"So, personal question -- " "Ooh." " -- how's your aunt and -- and Fawkes?" He asked

"Well, Fawkes is just finding out everything about all the stuff we've been through and my aunt... well, Clare is going through some stuff right now."

"Oh, is she okay?"

Finch sighed, as the song slowed down and she was pulled closer to the vampire, "I hope she will be, but we won't know 'til it's over."

"I hope she recovers, Finch." Stefan said sincerely

"Thanks -- thanks, Stef, I appreciate that a lot."

"And if you need anything, just call me, okay?"

"Of course."