Author's Note: So this is technically my first TVD fanfiction that I am posting (and my second fanfiction ever!) I tend to write little drabbles all the time but I never post them, because I think they suck. This little Bamon idea just wouldn't leave me, so I figured I would post it and get some feedback. Sorry, if it's OOC. This story lives in a world where Bonnie is less of a bitch and is starting to like being a part of Team Badass, in season 2.
The title comes from Afroman's "Because I Got High", I thought it would be funny. So, you are warned, there is drug use plus lemons ahead (in future updates)!
Disclaimer: I do not own TVD. If I did, there would be no drama because all of the characters would be constantly high and chill, and loving each other... and giving peace a chance. Just sayin'.
Damon can't help but feel utterly pathetic in his current position outside the witch's window. The lurking and stalking isn't so much out of the ordinary for the vampire, it's the feelings attached to it this time that bothers him. Damon gags at the thought of having feelings for the judgy little witch. But what else could this state be? Sure, it could just be lust or hunger, but deep down Damon knows his attraction to the caramel-skinned beauty is more.
Bonnie sat on her bed, knees up, and cradling a large textbook in her lap. Surrounded by notes, she was attempting to study for her calculus exam. She had been neglecting her schoolwork for the past months in order to study another subject–witchcraft from Emily's grimmoire. The work in front of her suddenly was meaningless in comparison to the craziness of the past year.
Her eyes closed and her head fell to rest on the book. Bonnie let out a long sigh, her life really had changed, and she was finally accepting who she was and the other supernatural elements in her life: vampires and werewolves. Honestly, Bonnie had better things to do than learn this calculus bullshit, she had spells to learn in order to save her town, her friends, everyone. She had accepted the fact that while she still hated Damon and everything he had put her through, they all needed to work together. Bonnie was even sort of thrilled by the idea of standing up and fighting against evil. They were their own superhero team, she laughed slightly; that is a really a weird image.
She regained her focus, reminding herself of the test she had to prepare for. The stress was consuming and killing her. She made a mental note to look up a spell later to help her on the next test.
Damon continued watching her from the tree branch closest to her window. She looked so stressed, he felt bad for her. All of a sudden she stood up throwing her books onto the bed. She had a certain fire in her eyes, he couldn't place why he found it so sexy, especially because it was the same fire that almost killed him once or twice. He watched her rustle through drawers, she pulled out something small and tucked it in her hoodie's pocket, Damon couldn't get a glimpse of it. Then she was gone from the room, he could hear the creaks from her descent down the stairs.
The front door opened wide and Bonnie emerged, with a suddenly unreadable face. Damon was afraid that she had sensed him and was about to tell him to fuck off or make his brain explode, so he retreated into the shadows but still watched her with a curious eye.
Bonnie was pacing slightly and she eventually sat down on the porch. She pulled something out of her pocket along with a lighter. Wait, Bonnie smoked? He was stunned to say the least.
She let out a small laugh as she set down the lighter. The witch obviously wouldn't need it. She focused on this tip and not a moment later it was lit and smoke was rising slightly.
Damon could not believe this, Bonnie Bennett pretended to be so innocent and perfect, he was so going to burst that bubble. And... what do you know, that wasn't a cigarette, it was weed. Damon enjoyed stalking Bonnie way too much.
He watched her take a long toke and finally exhaled. Like a real champ, Damon thought. He was growing harder by the second watching her smoke, it was just so intimate of an experience. And he wanted her even more. The way she held it in her small fingers and brought it to her lips, he wanted to be that joint. Bonnie licked her lips seductively. Damon decided to finally sneak up on her.
"Whatcha doin', Bonnie?" Damon said in a sing-song voice from directly behind her. She was startled and nearly dropped her pot.
"Damon!" She exclaimed, breathless. "What the hell?" He was used to her snapping at him so he just smirked and sat down next to her on the stairs. She flinched slightly at the closeness and glared in his direction. "Seriously, what are you doing here?"
"Just in the neighbourhood."
"Oh, really?" Bonnie took another hit and removed her focus from the vampire beside her to stare blankly at the quiet, dark street in front of her.
"So," he retorted smugly, "Little Bonnie Bennett is a stoner." He slid closer to her so their thighs were touching, this time she didn't move away. Damon swiftly pulled the joint from her hand, and as she protested, he brought it to his lips. He could taste her fusing with the weed; he loved the combination. Bonnie watched him, he looked unusually serene. She also noted that he was especially hot while smoking; it sort of solidifies his 'bad boy' reputation. Really Bonnie? She thought to herself, keep it in your pants!
Damon passed it back to her. His blue eyes were piercing hers and she couldn't handle the feelings it stirred between her legs.
"What?" she questioned.
He chuckled slightly, "I just figured you were going to argue with me, or object to me calling you a stoner. Or say something mean to me–"
"Mean? To you?" She says in disbelief. "Have you met you? You are not a very nice person!" Damon feigned hurt at her words and Bonnie giggled. Their eyes met and their gaze was smoldering. She was already starting to feel high, tonight had taken an interesting turn, indeed.
A/N: So, I decided against posting this as a one-shot, it will likely end up as a two or three part story. I'd like your thoughts, and if you want me to continue, TELL ME! And, if you hate it and I suck, TELL ME THAT TOO!
Good night all!