Splitting Our Odds Into Evens

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Bonnie pressed her pencil against the book even harder, emotions of anger and sadness taking over, until.... she heard the knob of her door turn. Quickly, she closed her diary and stood up, standing in front of the table to hide it. She turned around to see Klaus.

"Greetings, Stranger," He greeted with his hands held together in front of him.

Bonnie scoffed, "There's this thing called knocking. What if I was naked?"

Klaus chuckled to himself. Bonnie raised a brow, confused, at the amusement he found in her being annoyed. "Relax, love. I knew for sure you were dressed and not naked because of the scribbling sound I heard from a pencil against the paper of some sort."

"Seriously?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. "I get you've been alive for a little over a thousand years, but that does not mean you know every single person's preference. There are people out there who probably prefer to write while naked."

Klaus squinted his eyes and gesticulated with his hands as he said, "So what you're saying is, you're one of those people? I think that's information that one should keep to themselves, Bonnie."

Bonnie threw her head back, "No. I just wanted to prove you wrong for once." Stupid vampire hearing, she thought to herself.

"Well, it won't work, so you can stop trying." His gaze shifted to Bonnie's diary as he walked farther into the room. "You're writing in your diary again, that's... new."

Bonnie crossed her arms. "Uh, no. I told you the same thing two years ago, that this was a journal, not a diary."

Klaus shrugged, "Call it whatever you want, but I think it's terrific that you're writing in your quote-on-quote journal again. They say the most effective way for a human to express their feelings is through writing."

"Of course, you would know. I forgot you have a master's degree in human psychology," she said, with sarcasm.

Klaus offered her a forced smile. "Very funny. Anyways, I just wanted to check up on you, you've been in your room all day."

"So did I," Elijah said, taking a step into her room. Bonnie's eyes immediately flew to him, shocked by his sudden presence. "It's the afternoon and you have not shown your face," Elijah continued.

Bonnie shrugged, her arms crossed and slightly annoyed. "Sorry, I didn't know being in my room till only in the afternoon was such a bad thing."

Elijah sighed, a little annoyed but composed himself so that she could try and understand where they were coming from. "Yes, but that will turn into the entire day, just like you've been doing almost every day for the past three years."

"It's sweet you guys care, but I'm fine. I promise," she assured them.

Klaus clasped his arms behind his body, "Okay, if you say so."

"Everyone is downstairs, are you coming?" Elijah asked.

"Yeah, I'll be right behind you guys, just give me a second," she replied, impatiently waiting for them to get out of her room.

After moments of silence, they finally left. As soon as she heard the clanking of their footsteps descending downstairs, Bonnie ran over to her bed and hid her diary under her pillow. She turned around once again, suspiciously, making sure no one saw her as she patted her pillow, securing the hiding spot.

When she took a step down one stair, she flinched when the clatter of breaking wood echoed in the living room. What the hell is going on? She said to herself. The behavioral dynamics in this house were insane.