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* The latest flash-forward revealed Bonnie’s future love interest to be none other than… * Alaric learned that “Jo” isn’t really Jo, as the Phoenix Stone actually holds other vampires’ souls. * Valerie told Stefan the truth about their almost-baby, a fact he neglected to relay to Caroline before offering to let Valerie live with him. His car—well, he was sort of hoping Elena wouldnʼt look at his car. It was just a junkyard collection of miscellaneous parts that Matt had somehow managed to attach to the skeleton of his dadʼs wreck and make use of as a vehicle. With a sort of gasping gulp he couldnʼt help, Matt loosened his collar a little as he turned. Nobody jumps Elena—” Caroline: “I think Iʼll go with him instead. “Theyʼre a nuisance,” she said to Matt, nodding at the three girls hanging over the stairs. And behind the stable where its horses were kept, was a stable of thoroughbred horses, racing horse, right? And I guess thatʼs one reason I like to think about them.” “Donʼt apologize. “So speed is a part of it,” Elena said, smiling at him, her cheeks glowing pink in the candlelight. Like when I get to drive a better car than The Junk Heap out there—like a convertible, and I put down the roof, and I drive really fast on a straightaway or around little sudden hilltop curves. There was no reason to do it—it was a stupid impulse—but something inside Matt burst as he saw the girl, who was dressed like a gypsy, turn away. “Iʼd like to get that.” He gently touched one rose that was in almost full bloom. “I mean, this Gilbert girl, you hear all sorts of things about her. ” “Well, if youʼll just let me find my purse, Iʼll give you ten dollars, so youʼre covered, just in case—” “No time, Mom! ” And he was in the garage, smelling the familiar smells of grease and oil and rust. “Hey, girls,”—that was Caroline, “he looks like a jumpy one to me.” Meredith: “Then he canʼt take her out. Elena, who had calmly been putting on a silvery-blue bolero jacket and checking her face in a small compact mirror, now snapped the mirror shut. I spent a couple of years on a farm when I was a kid—you know, just a rinky-dink, little farm, but it had horses. They were the most beautiful things you could imagine—for animals, I mean,” he added hastily. As if they wanted to be running as fast as they could, forever.” Matt reached for his Coke, suddenly realizing that heʼd been talking for a long time. What I meant is that horses are speed, and so are cars. sure were pretty.” His voice got stuck somewhere in his throat as he gazed at the beautiful girl just in front of him. Elena talked to Matt without once giving the girl a glance. He watched as Elenaʼs face took on a different look—he couldnʼt tell if it was a good look or a bad look. “But we can,” Elena answered in her sweetest voice. “Thereʼs nothing that says thereʼs a minimum charge per customer.” “That,” the waiter said as if he were trying to keep his haughty attitude, but was blowing up like a balloon ready to hit the ceiling “is because—is because—because ze clientele we serve knows better without being told! “Monsieur, people are starting to stare.” The waiter controlled himself, obviously gathering all the dignity at his command. [Meanwhile, Caroline is] going to find an inner strength she didn’t know she had.” X MARKS THE PLOT in flash-forwards.“We saw in the future that Stefan has that scar, and we saw that Bo has one that’s healed,” Dries notes, promising that “right when you think you understand how Stefan got his in the future, you’re going to be thrown for a loop.
Seven dollars and twenty cents left over from cleaning attics and mowing lawns—the rest of that money had been carefully invested in the jacket he was wearing right now—a lettermanʼs jacket wouldnʼt do, not on this occasion, and heʼd heard that Elena didnʼt like them. Muldoon carefully change all the light bulbs in his house that the old gentleman couldnʼt reach any longer. But now, looking at the hundred-dollar bill, all Matt could think about was the old manʼs mischievous smile and his rasping words, “Youʼll know when the time is right.” Yes, Uncle Joe had known, hadnʼt he? Together with the eyes, they could turn a guy upside down and inside out in no time. Matt didnʼt know where heʼd gotten the courage—heʼd as soon have dumped an ice bucket over football Coach Simpsonʼs head after theyʼd lost a game—but he had managed to work his way up to asking her out. “Oh,” Elena said after heʼd made a turn away from town, “are we going somewhere before the restaurant? I hope you like it.” For the first time, Elena laughed out loud, glancing at him sideways. But right now, looking at Elena, words from the play—word- perfect—came into his mind: Who is Sylvia? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her. “Well, I can see Iʼd better keep you from getting mad at me,” Matt said, and Elena laughed again, showing the even white pearls of her teeth. He was just going to say something when someone behind him coughed with malice aforethought. Heʼd just make himself a sandwich when he got home. Matt wished he had some way to capture the image forever. “Um.” Mattʼs first impulse was to check if there were dog hairs on his jacket or something. I have absolutely no idea what I was trying to say.” “I think Britches is a perfectly respectable name.” Elena said. A feeling like slow, sweet molasses, crept out from her touch and into his veins, sustaining him. You will always be ready to put your loveʼs interest ahead of your own.” “Um, thanks,” Matt said, wondering if she expected him to tip her, but she said, “For potions, love or hex, visit me in Heron, at my shop ʻLove and Roses.ʼ” She handed Matt a card and went ambling on with her bouquets. Normally, there would have been a third, an embarrassment about how to word what he needed to say, but his need to figure things out was so urgent that he simply said, “Would you excuse me a minute, please? Just donʼt do any more impulsive things like the rose, and donʼt plan on giving big tips. But the eyes that they framed were alive with an eager flame. Dark-haired Meredith Sulez, wearing something comfy-looking in lavender, glanced over at him and smiled. Surely, his mom would lend him the money in the morning? His perfect precious angel would be— “Matt, youʼre sick. We need to call a doctor.” Matt blinked, the world slowly coming into focus. He had to turn his head to make sure he had heard it. “Matt, itʼs okay.” Under the table a warm hand found one of his and gave it a quick squeeze. Now listen to me, because Iʼve got a plan—“ Years later he learned to be wary of that phrase “Iʼve got a plan.” But this was the first time heʼd heard it. Elena immediately entwined her fingers with Mattʼs on the tablecloth. “Oh—and two cups of coffee.” “You want—” “Two scoops of vanilla ice cream.” Matt was afraid he the waiter would burst. “It weel take ʻalf an hour for ze soufflé to cook,” he said, with his back to him. Her eyelashes were long and thick and dark and they looked almost too heavy for her eyelids—as if, Matt admitted to himself, she was slightly bored with what she saw. And telling himself that, the way a soldier on the night of his very first battle might, he made himself march back to the table. Things were tight around the Honeycutt household right now, but when werenʼt they? No, laughing with him, her head tilted to the side and tears of sympathy in her eyes. He looked up dully, not really caring what happened to him anymore. And then kept opening and shutting, like a goldfishʼs. ” “I know we can, because of this blank space here.” She pointed at the menu. He wiped himself down just in time for the waiter to return. And two spoons,” Matt found himself saying, and curbing equal urges to flee and to burst into hysterical guffawing. .” murmured the waiter, but he wrote something on his pad. The man had gone from red to pale, and he managed to turn away from them without detonating. “Sʼwonderful,” he managed, swabbing his face with the only napkin in sight. “And you, young man,” said the gentleman, “obviously have money to burn.” Matt could feel his face turn red. It was almost like a message—a joke—from old Uncle Joe. Matt looked at Elena and Elena looked back and then she laughed and hugged the old man. * And Damon, upon learning that Lily suggested Kai put Elena under the sleeping spell, decided to let her bring back Julian… BONNIE’S NEW MAN The idea for a Bonnie/Enzo pairing began in Episode 21 of Season 6 when Enzo visited came to visit Lily at the Salvatore Mansion, where he was met at the door by Bonnie. chemistry in that really short scene,” Dries recalls. Let’s explore that relationship.’ Of course, they have no reason to like each other; in the present day, we’ve been telling their hate story.So the whole point is that, when you see them in the future, you’re supposed to be like, ‘Wait, how did they get to there?