Bonnie's POV
I looked down at myself once more before looking in the restaurant window. Damn, they hadn't arrived yet. Julian had planned out this first meeting with Jenny and us perfectly. I defied anything to mess up his plan. It wasn't really my plan anymore, he had completely taken over. I was okay with that though. As long as he didn't make me wear anything that was more revealing than what he had already dressed me in.
Looking back to the window, I noticed the Tom and Jenny had finally arrived. They would be noticing Julian right around... now. Tom stopped in his tracks and Jenny ran right into him from behind. Figures she would be behind him. She seemed to be the sort who would follow a guy like that.
Ah, my cue. Julian had finally grinned at them. It wasn't a happy smile, it was one of those scary smiles he seemed to excell at. Go figure.
After one last glance at the leather pants Julian had dressed me in (I still couldn't believe he had done that), I squared my shoulders and entered the restaurant.
"What assumptions you make, Jenny." Julian shook his head in amusement at them. Tom seemed about to go for his throat.
"Jules!!" I had thought up the nickname all by myself. Julian had told me he really wasn't pleased about the name. I told him to go to hell. And see, it all worked out in the end.
I ran over to him as he stood up. After a brief hesitation, which I hoped the stunned Jenny and Tom hadn't noticed, I threw my arms around him. His lips found the side of my neck as I shivered in repulsion. At least, that's what I kept telling myself. I mean, he wasn't THAT good-looking, or that good a kisser... Even so, I felt the first moments of happiness while he was holding me. I hadn't felt like that since before Elena had died the first time around.
I pulled back slightly, realizing that Tom and Jenny were in some kind of shock but still watching us. Running a hand through his pure white hair, I placed a small kiss on the side of his jaw, and gave what I knew to be a very small crooked smile.
