Anna's attention has been split for the last few days; her thoughts drag on about the newfound vampire plot that she knows has a large change of failing, what with the no-brains behind the wheel, and her thoughts flutter to Jeremy at the most inappropriate of moments. She hasn't given herself a chance to enjoy anything during her years of searching for a way to pull her mother out of the tomb. And now that she has what she wants, she's suddenly overwhelmed by these teenage feelings she'll always be trapped inside, like a cocoon. Anger and determination she can navigate without hitting any bumps in the road, but this is an entirely new realm for her.
She pulls away from the vampire group, planning on leaving them alone for a while for their plan to properly formulate in their minds while she thinks of the many holes she can create counter-attacks for. She has no intentions of helping them with their task; if asked months ago, she would, without a doubt, but things change and alliances shift. Leaving the building, she stops on the sidewalk where her hands automatically pull her phone from her handbag.
A part of Anna thinks about ignoring his voicemail, after she hears it, but the overwhelming part that's desperate for companionship, and specifically, Jeremy's, has her scrolling through her options on her phone. She no longer has a mission and therefore has no excuses to continue denying the pull she feels whenever she's around Jeremy Gilbert. Sometimes she wonders if this is what her mother had felt, all those years ago. She thinks about calling him, but she doesn't want to just hear his voice.
meet me near the bench at the center of the town. you'll know which one.
And if Jeremy feels ridiculous, Anna's big grin makes her feel even more so. She has no idea if he's free now, or if he wants to meet up at this very moment, but she's planning on sitting at that bench like one of the losers in those romantic films and wait for him. She begins to head towards the park bench she once made a deal with Damon Salvatore on; it seemed like one of the luckiest spots in the town.
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She pulls away from the vampire group, planning on leaving them alone for a while for their plan to properly formulate in their minds while she thinks of the many holes she can create counter-attacks for. She has no intentions of helping them with their task; if asked months ago, she would, without a doubt, but things change and alliances shift. Leaving the building, she stops on the sidewalk where her hands automatically pull her phone from her handbag.
A part of Anna thinks about ignoring his voicemail, after she hears it, but the overwhelming part that's desperate for companionship, and specifically, Jeremy's, has her scrolling through her options on her phone. She no longer has a mission and therefore has no excuses to continue denying the pull she feels whenever she's around Jeremy Gilbert. Sometimes she wonders if this is what her mother had felt, all those years ago. She thinks about calling him, but she doesn't want to just hear his voice.
meet me near the bench at the center of the town. you'll know which one.
And if Jeremy feels ridiculous, Anna's big grin makes her feel even more so. She has no idea if he's free now, or if he wants to meet up at this very moment, but she's planning on sitting at that bench like one of the losers in those romantic films and wait for him. She begins to head towards the park bench she once made a deal with Damon Salvatore on; it seemed like one of the luckiest spots in the town.