"Tell me how it started," Bonnie asks them, curled up as she lays on one of the boarding house couches, all the heretics and crazy Salvatore drama long gone. Now it's just her and these two passionate and old vampire boys who are making her think the fireplace lighting is a magic of it's own.
Thinking over the turmoil she had been told in the rushed fill-in-the-blank stories of Elena and Caroline, she clarifies, "The good parts, I mean."
Enzo's eyelashes flicker as the same smirking smile that is a carbon copy of Damon's comes to his face. Bonnie expects the more openly emotional man to speak first, but it's Damon who volunteers the information. "We kept each other sane."
Damon told Enzo to kill him if he needed, Bonnie, Elena had recapped once after their unsucessful camping trip (which had been more traveler drama than anything else). While Elena had been using it as an example of why Damon was still boyfriend material, Bonnie had always remembered being confused at how out of place the offer was when Enzo had more or less tried to drown Damon's "Elena".
Of all things when he was angry and protective, selfless was not one of them.
"Oh, clearly," she laughs, and both of them look up at her and grin a little. It's the sort of ill-timed humor the three of them share, sprung up from a haunted past that makes laughter a defense mechanism. "I mean the two of you didn't do half bad considering it was a 'blind leading the blind' type situation'."
"All things considered," Enzo began darkly, with his feet rested on top of the coffee table in the exact way that Damon hated. "I suppose we bonded over the love of doomed romance."
Katherine. To Bonnie, there had only been a few months of their time together when Damon didn't know that Katherine had betrayed him. Remembering that there were over a hundred of years that he didn't was one of the few reasons she could even be in the room with him after Grams had died.
Maggie– well, all she knew about Maggie was that Damon had killed her and made it look like Stefan's fault without knowing what the consequences would be years later.
Damon glanced over to Bonnie while he swirled his bourbon around for a moment, his eyes intent as he comments, "It always boils down to the love of a woman."
Even if she pulled the blanket over her head, and Enzo hadn't turned to look over at her with a smug expression, they still would have been able to feel her blushing. Their bloodlust could be inconvienient in the most innocent ways sometimes. So instead of changing the subject or stammering, she arrogantly challenges, "Oh, sorry, I wasn't aware that when two guys fall madly in love for each other it's because their girlfriends weren't there."
Unable to help feeling a little superior watching Damon immediately glare at her in the same way he always does when she doesn't fall for his pretentious flirting tactics, Enzo interrupts the impending bickering. "No one ever said we were in love with each other."
Bonnie laughs, wondering if they really didn't see it. Surely at least Enzo did, right? "Sorry, but the two of you are honestly the least subtle people I have ever met and I grew up with Caroline. Explain to me how you two are just friends without using 'we haven't had sex' as a reason."
"No one ever said that either," Enzo added, much to Damon's discomposure. Looking over at the angry Salvatore didn't make him regret his confession; instead only making him defend himself. "What? You two were locked up without the confinement of a cell for almost three months in that prison world and I'm supposed to believe you really never–?"
"Yes!" Bonnie and Damon both exclaimed at the same time, because he had been dating Elena and Elena was her best friend. Though she will never admit it, she sees the irony now.
"Ah," he says, his lips curling as he brings his glass to his lips. "My mistake."
Curiosity, attraction, and both the need to change the subject and pursue anything that makes Damon Salvatore embarrassed, force her to ask, "So, sex, huh?"
"It was not– I mean–," he's stuttering, looking over only to glare at Enzo who looks more highly amused than she thinks she's ever seen him. Earlier the Brit had kept up his habit of sitting so casually in chairs that he might fall out. Bonnie figured it was a way to put as much space and non chalanace between him and whoever else was in the room that he could pretend he wasn't intimately vulnerable. Now he had removed his shoes from the furniture and was sitting forward, drawn to each word the other vampire spits out that keeps fumbling over the next.
Damon lamely finishs with a bitter and vague explanation of, "We were in different cells."
"True," Enzo chuckles, apparently more amused by toying with the information than dumping it out to show Bonnie details all at once. Damon doesn't seem to like this, but Enzo's staring at her in the way only he can. Damon is passionate, observant, and all the things Enzo is– but there's a stillness to Enzo when he's happy that there isn't with Damon. None more evident than the way he's looking at her right now. "What's your excuse?"
"For not having sex with Damon?" she asks incredulously. "Do you want the entire list?"
"Hey!" Damon objects immediately, in the sort of tone that implies he doesn't want her to have a list at all rather than it just being long. He doesn't quite realize it until over a second after the word left his lips, and by then his eyebrows have scrunched together like they always do when he's halfway through some rant only to have how he truly feels come out. One would think he'd stop bottling his emotions up to save himself some time.
Enzo might as well have been offered dinner in the form of a hot Whitmore freshman, because he looks oddly delighted as he says, "Yes, actually. I'll give you one reason why he and I aren't in love for every reason you give that you don't want to have sex with him, excluding lovely Elena."
Bonnie is too warm for her blanket now, and definitely not tired enough to sleep through this conversation.
"I'm going to get another bottle of alcohol for this," Damon huffed, standing and going over to his bar behind the couch.
A/N: So I want to continue this, but I'm not sure who will read? If no one really wants to then I should be spending time on nano or other projects, but if you all like it I will have an excuse, lol. So please review? I know this might be a bizarre turn of events if you only read my work on here and don't follow my tumblr, lol, but please.