A large bag of chips, a two liter bottle of cola and a television. More did one not need to get over a heartbreak, right? He let himself fall in the couch and grabbed the remote controller. He pushed a button and the Simpsons came on. Homer Simpson was strangling Bart Simpson. “Ha, don’t you just love a classic?” Jeremy looked aside and saw Anna lying next to him, her feet comfortably on the coffee table. She put her hand in the bag and took some chips. “I hope you don’t mind. Paprika are my favorite” she said and she put the chips in her mouth. “Is this your new strategy? Acting homy instead of freaking me out?” Anna shrugged. “It was getting kind of old” she said. She took the bottle, opened it and drank from it. “I can’t speak for Vicky, though. Girl’s a bit… not completely sane” “She’s not crazy!” Jeremy defended his death girlfriend. “She’s just…really troubled”
“Jeremy, who are you talking to?”
Elena entered the living room and worriedly looked at her brother.
“No one” Jeremy quickly said, his head turning red. “The television” Elena looked at the TV. “Since when do you watch The Simpsons? You hate it” she said frowning. “Yeah, so does Bonnie” Jeremy explained. “Oh, I get it” Elena said understanding. She sank down next to him, Jeremy looked at the spot she sat on. “What? Am I sitting on something?” Elena quickly asked. Jeremy shook his head. “No, no. All’s clear” he said distracted. Elena lay her hand on his thy. “If it helps, I don’t get it either” she said. “Damon and Bonnie?” she asked unbelieving, more to herself than Jeremy. “Bonnie and Damon?” Jeremy said, just as unbelieving as Elena. “What does she see in him?” “What does he see in her?” Elena fired back. Jeremy averted his head so fast he nearly snapped his own neck. He angry looked at his sister. “Bonnie is a great girl! She can have anyone!” he defended his ex-girlfriend. “Why do you care anyway? You’re with Stefan, remember?” Elena felt her cheeks warm up and she focused on a stain on the coffee table. “This isn’t about Stefan” she said, not very convincing. “She dumped you. She hurt my little brother. I’m supposed to bitch about her”
Jeremy raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure it’s just about that? Like, you haven’t been to the Salvatore house since last week, when you checked on Damon. I thought you were working on something?”
Elena shrugged. “I’ve been thinking about it and it seems best if I just leave it to the police. I mean, it’s their job” she said bored. Jeremy nodded.
“Jeremy, can you please tell your sister to get off my lap?” Anna asked. Jeremy’s face stiffened. “What’s wrong?” Elena asked. “Nothing” Jeremy said, forcing a smile.