Okay so this is kind of a random moment between Bonnie and Damon. I'm assuming it takes place now, as in they still dislike each other. I don't know I just like the idea of Bonnie and Damon crossing paths without anyone forcing them to be in each other's vicinity which is usually the only way they're around each other. I hope you like it or at least don't hate it lol Review! Love, BamonTivaLove
There's something about the smell of books, or the feeling of being around books that really calms me. The fact that I could learn anything I wanted to by just reading a few pages of anything, it gives me a feeling of control, something I haven't felt in what seems like ages. Ages that I've felt insecure and alone, as if it's me on one side and everyone I love on the other.
I pull out Jane Eyre and skim through it, capturing a few sentences here and there. I never was one for reading before my grams got me into spell books but now, it's like a lifeline for me. It's a world I can escape into because the one I'm living in is not the one I ever wanted for myself.
"I never did like Jane Eyre," says a voice I think is engraved into my memory.
I look up to see Damon in the aisle across from me, his face peering into the gap I left when I took out the book.
"And why is that?" I ask, sighing and hoping he'll feel my irritation and leave.
He shrugs, coming around the aisle so that he's next to me, pretending to look through the row of books in front of him.
"Too feminist," he says, taking out Maggie Cassidy.
"Ah yes, how could I forget," I mutter, shaking my head. "You're the only one that's allowed to have an opinion right?"
He laughs, half bitter and half sincere.
He points his finger at me, "You're feisty Bonnie, I'll give you that."
"Thanks," I say, rolling my eyes. "are you done pretending like you actually want to have a conversation?"
"Who says I don't?" he asks, smirking at the Feminine Mystique.
"Um, the past year that we've known each other speaks for itself," I reply, walking down the aisle to further myself from him.
"I really don't see why it's so hard for you to just have a civil conversation with me," he says, following me.
"Do I really have to name all the ways you've wronged me?" I ask, turning around to face him abruptly.
He shakes his head and smiles, mischievously.
"Ah Bonnie, always so quick to remember the bad things," he says. "Don't you ever get tired of holding all those grudges?"
"The only grudge I have," I say, feeling my temper begin to flare, "is against you."
"You know, I think deep down you like having me around," he replies, raising his eyebrows in that way that throws me off.
"Where would you get an idea like that?"
"I bring excitement to your life," he says, nonchalantly. "Without me, all you'd have is pep rallies and lame carnivals. You need more than that, don't you Bonnie."
He says it more like a statement than a question and I'm so caught off guard by what he's said that I don't know how to respond. He puts the book he was pretending to be looking at back on the shelf and begins walking towards the exit.
"I think you'd miss me if I ever left," he says, as he opens the door. "And I'd miss you. I mean, who else would be there to judge me?"
He walks out before I can respond, leaving the door swinging and me utterly and helplessly confused.
