Hey guys! So this is the first Bamon fanfic I've ever done, so please don't mind the mess. Here's a oneshot set in Season 7!

Of Burnt Toast and Not-so-done Eggs

He knows what he said to her was wrong. And he knew that it had hurt her feelings.

But he had said it out of resentment and not so much as truth.

He couldn't live without his best friend, either, and he wasn't going to put Bonnie through that again. Having to make a choice to save someone other than herself. Having to be picked last.

But that didn't stop the pain that he was feeling from losing Elena, and he knew Bonnie missed her too. Last night's argument got way too heated for either of their liking.

And now she was giving him the cold shoulder. Which he fully deserves, he thought, as he cracked open a couple of eggs in the pan.

"You're cooking breakfast?" Ric asked groggily, having just woke up. Bonnie had decided that she was going to be his support system, so she had been coming over every day to check up on him. Alaric wasn't annoyed with it, because in truth, Alaric wasn't trying to feel a thing.

"Yeah, dude, want some?" Damon raised his eyebrows, but Ric just shook his head.

"No thanks. Are you cooking breakfast for Bonnie?" Ric asked, raising his eyebrows. Damon had told him about how he would cook pancakes for the both of them when they were stuck in 1994, but Damon cooking was a sight to behold. He wasn't always kind.

Damon nodded in acknowledgement.

"In the doghouse, then, I assume?"

Damon also nodded to this, and Alaric just shook his head, grabbing vodka from the cabinet.

"You have fun with that." Ric muttered, leaving the kitchen. Damon humed, adding another egg. He put the toast in the toaster, and poured him some scotch.

The doorbell rang and he opened it up to see her face. He gave her an uneasy smile, but she just pushed past him, hanging her coat up.

"Ric? You up?" Bonnie called to him, but got no answer.

"He's drinking himself in his room." He mentioned, watching her walk around the apartment. She just sighed and turned away.

"Hey, Bon, look. I'm a dickhead. I know I'm a dickhead. And I'm sorry for what I said, really. It's just...hard without Elena." Damon let out a breathe and she still glared at him, "I know you miss her too, she was your best friend, and it was wrong of me to say what I did. Bonnie, if I had to go back, I would still choose your life, again and again. You are important to me; I don't know what I would do without you." Damon leaned back against the wall, watching Bonnie for a reaction. She crossed her arms.

"Okay."
"Okay?"

"Yep."

"Alright then."

"You are important to me too. But we-we have each other, Damon. That's important too." Bonnie told him, giving him a small smile. He grinned back at her, glad to be back on good terms with her-

"Shit! Breakfast!"

He never mentioned how much he loved her laugh.