Title: Just another pretty face, but I want one more taste (Bonnie would you turn me on?)

Pairing: Bonnie/Damon, Bamon.

Rating: M

Summary: Her father always told her not to talk to strangers, maybe she should have listened. Bamon hitchhiking AU (still supernatural.)

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of The CW and L.J. Smith. Title belongs to All Time Low (Holly, would you turn me on?)

A/N: In this Damon and Stefan know Katherine was never in the tomb, Damons obsession with the Petrova doppelgänger ended with her betrayal, which he found out about when he ran into her in Chicago in the 1920's. Damon didn't come to Mystic Falls with Stefan and therefore has never met any of the Scooby gang. Grams is alive, Abby is still missing, Rudy is still absentee and Whitmore is an out of state university Bonnie attends with Caroline. I'm a steroline shipper at heart but for the purposes of this story, stelena is the main side pairing. It flows better that way. Theres also a hefty amount of beremy (I'm not a fan, sorry if you are) but only in the beginning, it's all angst on their part. This is a lighthearted fic I wrote just to get the ball rolling, I plan to release a few things over the next couple of weeks. I'm still getting used to writing for these characters so if they're too OOC I'm sorry. I can't put any single line breaks in on my iPhone (which is how I'm posting this) I plan to fix the layout as soon as I have access to a laptop and I promise it's pissing me off just as much if not more as it is you.

Thanks for reading! :) - H

Monday, July 6th, 11:42pm.

'Call me Damon Salvatore, for I am The Lord of misery'

Bonnie thought to herself, taking another swig out of the tequila bottle she swiped from the stash beneath Caroline's bed. How this happened? She wasn't sure, for the most part at least. She couldn't possibly have racked up this much bad karma, or maybe she did; perhaps in a past life she had been no good, trouble, a pain, possibly a republican... Who knows. The only thing she did know was that life was unfair, hers specifically. Bonnie had never wished harder than she was at this moment, praying by a goddess almighty that this long, long weekend had been a figment of her imagination. Bonnie Bennett was not that lucky.

- Three days earlier -

Friday, July 3rd, 2:56pm.

"I just don't get it Bonnie" Jeremy whined, his eyes were split between her and the road ahead.

"There's nothing to get Jer, I'm not ready."

"But Elena-"

"I'm not Elena" Bonnie said firmly, unable to understand why Jeremy was being so difficult.

So she's not ready to get married, why does it matter now? Bonnie wouldn't submit to marriage fever. Jeremy is the only serious boyfriend she's had, maybe a few flings here and there but nothing major, surely it was understandable that in her third year of college she's not ready to tie the knot. Bonnie's barley experienced life, simply put, she's not ready to rid herself of one completely. Marriage means kids and houses, domesticated pets and snotty neighbours. It's not that she doesn't love Jeremy, as he keeps implying, she loves him wholeheartedly in fact but at 22 her life is not at that place and she'll be damned if he won't respect that.

Sighing, Bonnie quickly realised that she would have to be the one to mend the bridge she'd inadvertently erected between them.

"Jeremy you know I love you" she began, though her eyes strayed from his doe eyed, boyhood face to the blur of greenery outside her passenger window. (even at 20 he still managed to have the face of your typical teenage boy next door.) She didn't need to see the hurt that would inevitably linger long after she stopped talking. "but I'm not ready for this, I need you to respect that."

"I do Bon it's just that-" Bonnie cut him off.

"If you can't or need time I'll understand, but maybe until then we should take a break.." She finished strong, and well... cautious.

Not a minute later her attention was drawn back to her boyfriend as he pulled the car off the highway and onto the dust ridden bike path, to the side of the road. Jeremy's knuckles were a ghostly white, no doubt from the long suppressed hunters strength that resided deep within him, gripping the steering wheel with a would-be-death inducing vice. He was livid, Bonnie knew it, and Jeremy knew she knew it. Within seconds he was up in arms, yelling and screaming, doing practically anything he could in an lousy attempt to intimidate her, short of hitting her of course; though she was beginning to wonder if it was out of love and loyalty, or fear for his livelihood. Like most he knows never to lay a hand on a pissed off witch, and pissed off she was. The world around them quickly faded away, all Bonnie could feel was anger bordering on rage, and it was rapidly increasing. Everything she said had been for his benefit, she didn't want to be the one holding him back. If he wanted to get married and live in a big ol' house at 20 she wasn't going to stop him just because it wouldn't be with her, this was art school all over again and she wouldn't put up with it.

"You know what Jeremy" Bonnie growled lowly, yanking her door open with more force than necessary. Propelling herself out of the car before her hand found itself redraw and wrapped around his cheek. "I'm not gonna be your punching bag." She finished, her tone clipped as ran to the trunk and removed her luggage for the weekend.

"C'mon Bonnie get back in the car" Jeremy called out to the beautiful brunette, still quivering with pent up anger as she walked away from the sleek SUV with her luggage in hand, and block heeled ankle boots kicking up a dusty storm.

"Not a chance." Bonnie replied, without sending so much as a look his way. She heard a muttered fine before she smelt the burnt rubber of Jeremy's tyres. He gunned it fast and hard, all he wanted, scratch that, needed was to be far, far away.

It took twenty minutes for Bonnie to realise she left her phone is Jeremy's car, an hour for her to switch from heeled boots to midnight black nikes and four hours for her to dump her suitcase on the ground and take a much needed rest perched atop her deep purple bag. For July it was surprisingly chilly and by 7pm she was sporting a grey Whitmore hoodie over her plum red camisole and deep charcoal, ankle to mid-calf zip adorned jeans. It was quite possible that Bonnie had acted a little rash, in truth the witch had always been stubborn.

'getting out of the car was a bad move' she thought.

Not because she couldn't take care of herself but because she didn't particularly feel like walking for three days to the next town over. All Bonnie wanted was a nice weekend with her friends and family, some quality time with her boyfriend and maybe a little Bennett family home cooked lasagne if her dad was in town but all Jeremy wanted to do was talk about the future when they barely had a handle on the present.

'I'll apologise' Bonnie decided. 'We were both angry, we both said nasty things, things we didn't mean. It'll be okay once I get back.'

Though even in her own mind, Bonnie wasn't sure who exactly she was going to convince. Try as she might, Bonnie hadn't gotten over the Anna incident. The phrase 'once a cheater, always a cheater' ever present in her mind, despite her feverish attempts to block it out. She wanted to believe in Jeremy, more than he could possibly imagine but her trust was earned and he'd all but shattered it, along with her heart. Bonnie wasn't sure if he deserved her forgiveness. Time and time again, she proved she'd given it anyway.

Revelling in the trials and tribulations of her relationship with her best friends brother was to blame for the young witches lack of awareness about her surroundings, or at least that's what Bonnie was going to peg it on, so when the dark haired man with the ice blue eyes, and car to match managed to scare her, she didn't look as pathetic as she felt.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing in the middle of nowhere all by her lonesome?" A cool voice woke her from her stupor. His dark, disheveled hair covering little of his face whilst his eyes, an azure blue so intense she could almost feel them, raked her body up, down and up again appreciatively.

He'd make a liar out of her if she said he wasn't attractive, his angular features similar to that of many a male model but his aura was dark and shrouded in arrogance. It was a turn off to say the least.

"Wanna try that again in a southern accent?" Bonnie asked, deceptively sweet.

He smiled then, more smirk than smile really, he'd picked up on the sarcasm laced in her soft words.

A/N: second authors note partly because I'm ridiculous but also because I figured its worth mentioning that originally this was going to be a oneshot but I have too many ideas for this to come to a satisfactory conclusion in one chapter. It shouldn't be more than 3 chapters (at this point in time.) I'm also sorry for the lack of bamon in this chapter. I promise you it will be rectified, chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow.