Summary: Seasons change, people change, everything changes a lot quicker in Mystic Falls than it should.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Pairing: Bonnie/Jeremy, eventually Bonnie/Tyler, Bonnie/Tyler/ Jeremy

Rated: M

Warnings: Sexual situations, smoking of a controlled substance, mentions of suicide, mentions of child abuse.

Bonnie opts out of leaving for the summer in order to keep a closer eye out on her friends. Klaus is still alive and still unpredictable and that never leaves the back of her mind. She can't let it leave her mind.

And there's Jeremy.

She's never had a shortage of admirers but there aren't many that make it to the boyfriend level. And by not many, there hasn't been one. But Jeremy is different. He's sweet and naive and all he has to do is smile at her and her day is better. The feeling is new and for some reason she keeps trying to tell herself not to get too attached to it. Her recent track record hasn't been the greatest but she's hopeful and that's kind of all she has at this point. Hope. There are plenty of reasons the thing with Jeremy might not work. The kid's got baggage. Bags he hasn't unloaded. He's got a sister that attracts trouble like a magnet. And she's got mommy and daddy issues and witch issues on top of it all. But he's so supportive sometimes it makes her head spin and that's enough for her.

That shouldn't throw her off her game like it does but it does. Because it's hard being a witch and nobody will ever get how hard it is, but Jeremy is willing to try. He has so much trust and respect for her craft, for her, it's almost too good to be true.

That's got to be the only reason she'll forgive him for making her wait this long. She's been sitting in the driveway in front of the Lockwood's mansion for the past twenty minutes. Hitting redial she waits until she hears Jeremy's voice.

"What are you doing up there?"

There's the sound of gun shots in the background and Bonnie rolls her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'll..." the noises in the background stop but she can hear Tyler's mumbled voice, "We're almost done but Ty said you can just come up if you want."

"Oh. Thanks. How sweet of him."

Bonnie's flip flops slap against the pavement as she makes her way to the door. They've never hung out at Tyler's house as a group and if it's an event the door is usually open. As she's cursing Tyler and Jeremy for not coming to get her the door is pulled open. Carol Lockwood stands in a pair of jeans and a tank top looking the most normal she's ever seen her. "Hello Bonnie. I saw you walking up the driveway, come in."

Bonnie's had about three conversations with Mrs. Lockwood in her entire life; the fact that she remembers her name is pretty impressive. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Thanks for asking. How are you?"

"I'm great. Thanks for asking."

"What brings you by?"

"I came to see Jeremy. He's hanging out with Tyler."

"Ahh…they've been up there all morning. It's hell trying to pull them away from that game."

"I know."

Mrs. Lockwood's hand touches her shoulder and she stiffens just a little. " I doubt they'll be done anytime soon. Let me fix you something to drink. You have to be thirsty." Bonnie doesn't know why Tyler's mom is so chatty or why she's following her into the kitchen but she finds herself sitting at the island in the kitchen.

She watches the mayor fill the glass with ice and top it off with lemonade. Not once has Bonnie ever thought about the inner workings of the Lockwood family, she just never expected that Mrs. Lockwood would be doing this. She'd thought there'd be servants or maids but in actuality the house is silent. It doesn't seem like there's anyone there but them.

"So Jeremy, huh?" The older woman grins. Laugh lines crowding around her mouth.

"Yeah…Jeremy." Bonnie hasn't had to explain what Jeremy is to her to her father yet or any adults for that matter so she hasn't gotten any practice at what to say. It's not that she's embarrassed of their relationship or anything. It's just a novel concept to her and every time she talks about Jeremy she gets all googly eyed and warm-faced. And that must be what happens because the older woman is nodding and smiling even more while she leans against the counter.

"You're dating." Bonnie's smile matches hers.

"Yeah."

"That's exciting. I can't believe you guys are old enough to date."

"I can't either." Her hands wipe idly at the condensation forming on the glass as they laugh.

"You've got great taste. I was just saying to myself I couldn't believe that handsome young man is Jeremy Gilbert. I remember when he was in diapers. I remember when you and Tyler were in diapers."

The air changes before the werewolf makes an appearance. "Really mom?" Tyler's standing at the kitchen door, shirtless with basketball shorts slung low on his hips leaning against the frame.

"It wasn't that long ago."

Tyler comes over nudging Bonnie on her shoulder and making his way to his mother to lay a kiss on her cheek. "It was like ten years ago I'm sure Bonnie didn't plan on having…girl talk with you."

"I don't mind." It was nice. Parents were supposed to talk to their children's friends. Be involved. Her father did a poor job of it and her mother wasn't around to attempt. It wasn't horrible to have someone be interested in your life.

Tyler just throws her a look and she laughs while the werewolf pushes her out of the room and she does a slight wave directed towards his mother. Tyler's passes her up and walks up the stairs. She trails behind him. "Is she always like that?"

"Ever since my dad died, yeah. I don't know she's just really...sentimental. A few more minutes and there would've been tears." His mother has never been all that mothering or sentimental and he's never really faulted her for that. He had nanny's and she had events to organize, his father to deal with. He couldn't forget that she often turned a blind eye to his father's abuse, finally he'd been able to admit that's what it was, but she was trying to make it up now. As horrible as it sounds, if he'd had to choose for a parent to die, he's glad it was his dad.

Jeremy is sitting on the floor in front of Tyler's bed a controller in hand when they walk into the room.. "What took you guys so long?" Bonnie rolls her eyes and sits beside him. He pauses the game to press his lips against hers but when he tries to deepen the kiss she pulls back. "What?"

Her eyes motion towards Tyler whose slipping on a shirt. "It doesn't bother me."

"Yeah, it doesn't bother him." When he tries again she moves so that his lips hit her cheek. Giving him a look that says "not here" she waits until he gives up and leans back against the bed, but not before placing a hand on her knee and squeezing. It brings a smile to her face that he returns.

"What have you guys been doing all day?"

"Stuff." When the two of them laugh at the shared joke, is it a even a joke if Bonnie doesn't find it funny, she sighs.

"It's cool if Tyler comes to eat with us right?" This whole Tyler and Jeremy being besties thing is weird enough but the fact that this just became a group date is even weirder. Bonnie wants to remind him that three's a crowd but Jeremy looks so expectant and he doesn't have any friends, and Tyler, well Tyler really doesn't have any either. Matt is still upset about the almost-sorta-kinda-thing that he and Caroline had. And Caroline hasn't spoken to him after the whole almost getting her killed thing (and Bonnie's supports that completely).

Jeremy's still grieving over his aunt and uncle's deaths and Bonnie's glad he has a friend (besides her) to deal with it. Things could've been different if he'd had a bigger support group when his parents died, so while Tyler's not someone Bonnie would've thought of as supportive, Jeremy's been coping a lot better this time around and she's grateful that Ty's there. "Yeah. If he wants to."

Looking back over her shoulder she catches Tyler shrug but there's still a small smile playing on his lips.

Tyler knows that Bonnie would rather spend time with Jeremy alone and that she doesn't like him all that much, but she's pretty cool about it. They bypass the Grill after Jeremy complains that he'd like to go one day without smelling like the fryers. "I'm off for a couple of days, l just want to enjoy it." The dinner down the street is okay somehow. All Tyler wants to do is find a building with air conditioning and maybe inhale a burger or two and he's good.

Bonnie slides into the circular booth first, the red leather sticking to her exposed thighs. Jeremy and Tyler come in to sit on her sides. The waitress takes down their orders and Bonnie sips on her lemonade as they wait.

There is this tenseness Bonnie carries that he assumes is because of his presence but he soon realizes she's naturally on edge. It's almost like he can feel her jitteriness beneath her skin. Lately Tyler's gotten good at reading people's body language, their emotions, not that he always takes them into mind before acting, but he's in tune with people now. He chalks it up to being a werewolf thing.

Jeremy who is not a werewolf seems to be pretty in tune with Bonnie too, and he watches him rest arm around her shoulder, it's deliberate, but he does and she relaxes into it. He's always been like that, good at reading people and Tyler's always a little jealous of him in that aspect when it came to Vicki. The one time he'd asked what she'd seen in the youngest Gilbert she'd replied, "I don't have to tell him stuff...he just knows...like I don't have to make him understand how I'm feeling...he gets it. And he's not a freaking dick to me all the time." He tries not to remember how much of a dick he was to her, but the first part always stuck.

(-)

Bonnie's chicken strips are too hot to eat so she's meticulously breaking them apart and setting them aside. She can feel Tyler's gaze on her.

"What?"

"That's so weird."

"I don't want to burn my mouth." He obviously doesn't care because his burger was steaming when ordered it and now half of it's gone. Jeremy laughs and asks, "what'd you do today?"

"This morning went to my Grams place to look through her files...she's got tons of lecture notes and some of it could be helpful. Unfortunately, I didn't find anything in the ones I read, but I'm taking them home to look at later."

Shelia's house almost looked no different now than it did when she was alive. There was no electricity, no food in the fridge and the biggest difference was the temperature inside the house that Shelia kept as close to freezing as possible. No one had taken the time to pack her things away, and no one cared except Bonnie. She'd been left the house and all the contents inside so it was hers do what she wished and somehow tossing things into storage made no sense to her. She'd been asked her dad to let her move in by herself which he obviously opposed, not like he was here to enforce it, so she'd planned on paying the few monthly bills out of her allowance, she just hadn't gotten around to it.

"I don't think I'll find anything though."

"You'll find what you need eventually. You always do." "I'm sure I will."

(-)

Jeremy takes a sip of his chocolate malt and rolls the ice cream on his tongue.

He hates chocolate malts.

His mother drank them religiously every Tuesday on Burger Night, the only day of week besides Waffle Wednesday that everyone knew that Miranda's meals would be edible. She'd spoon the malt powder into the blender and Jeremy would sit at the island doing his homework.

"When I was pregnant with you I used to drink these every day." She had to tell him this story a thousand times but he's just now realized how she never spoke about what she craved when she was pregnant with Elena. There's selfish part of him that's glad he has this one memory that belongs to him and only him.

Everybody loves Elena. He loves Elena and always will, but there's it's hard being her brother. Nothing ever is really his. In school he's Elena's brother. At home she was the first born, no matter who actually birthed her. She had an extra year to charm their parents, and she made sure he never forgot it. He still can't.

Elena was the last person that seen his parents alive. He doesn't blame her for what happened, but for some reason he's jealous of that. She didn't get to say goodbye either but she can probably remember their last conversation. That's probably a curse in itself, but it's hers. He has very few memories of his parents that aren't intertwined with Elena.

He takes another sip.

This is gross, but this is his.

He hates chocolate malts.

(-)

"I did end up practicing some spells. Ever since the…thing…my powers have been kind of shaky." The spell to weaken Klaus was physically and mentally draining. It took two weeks before she could even work up to thinking about floating a feather and her powers are just starting to come back to her. The next time she goes up against Klaus she'll need to be stronger because she's sending Elijah with him.

His warm hand finds hers. "Everything's okay right?" She nods. "You would tell me if it wasn't? I don't want you doing anything dangerous to keep any of us safe." Bonnie can't guarantee that. This last attempt was a failure just like her first and despite Elijah betraying them she still can't get over feeling like it's her fault. Burdening Jeremy with the truth is unnecessary.

"Everything's fine. I'll be careful." He looks as if he wants to say something and she reaches over to kiss him. It's slightly manipulative, but Jeremy is not going to let this go. It's worth the small amount of guilt if she gets him off her back about this. This time the kiss is deeper and she can taste the malt on his tongue.

He mumbles into her lips, " Bonnie, I know what you're doing." Her palm is pressed against his cheek. Luckily they're in a booth in the back where nobody can see them because her hand slips into Jeremy's lap and she squeezes. When a moan catches in his throat she pulls back, only to repeat the action. He drops the subject. She knew he would.

(-)

Tyler's sitting there doing that thing you do when you're the third wheel. That thing where you pretend like you aren't watching your friend get groped in public and you're a little jealous that it's not happening to you.

This summer has been a bust in the girls department. Living in a town your entire life means smaller dating prospects, even though dating is not on his mind. Caroline's still mad at him and he'd really thought she'd come around by now. They were getting close. Admittedly, they'd both fucked up but he hadn't really forgiven her and she'd definitely hadn't forgive him. Add that on top of being a monumental asshole to almost every girl in the graduating class in the past year (he blames that on the werewolf hormones; he can't help that he's moody), it's been a rough summer so far.

He has all the excess energy all the time. His skin always feels like a furnace, heat pulled tight against his muscles. And he's horny. It's to the point where it's embarrassing. If he were having sex he could at least work some of it off but that's rough when nobody wants to sleep with you. Even the underclassman are avoiding him. The only thing coming close to release is working out and that just makes you horny in the end.

Tyler clears his throat after the kiss almost turns into a makeout session. Pulling apart he can almost feel the heat coming off of the witches face.

"I'm sure you can eat without burning your mouth now."

"Yeah."

After dropping Tyler off they'd come back to his place. Elena's over Damon's, and usually this would frustrate him, but she's glad that she's out of the house.

Bonnie's laying on his bed face down into a cool pillow. Skin hot from being in the sun. Jeremy's moving around his room: putting things on his desk, taking off his shoes. Dipping into the bed he ghosts his fingers across her shoulder.

She can feel the question in the air and she waits. He'll get it out eventually. Turning her head towards him she smiles. He smiles back.

"We haven't…you know since the funeral…not that we have to, I don't want to pressure you or anything but I thought you liked it, I liked it….and back at the diner I kind of thought that you'd want to do it again and…I want to."

First times were supposed to be awkward, or so she'd been told. The night in the witch's house was nice. Good. Great even. The whole dying thing weakened the novelty of seeing each other naked for the first time. Then the only other time they'd done it was after his they'd buried two more members of his family. It wasn't laughs and giggles like it should've been but it was still satisfying. There would still be nerves, but each time it gotten a little easier.

However this conversation, the way it was going, was probably the more awkward than both of those experiences combined. "You're right…we haven't since then, and I would like to, too."

Bonnie hadn't intentionally been withholding from him but her dad came back after Jenna and John's funeral. They'd been "bonding" which meant spending enough time together to only scratch the surface of making it up to her. Movies, dinner, shopping—house arrest.

And then Jeremy who'd been putting up a good front still wasn't back to normal, or the normal she'd become accustomed to. Expecting nothing different, she refused to push it. He'd lost people close to him, it was understandable, mourning takes time and after his lack of attempts to push towards anything but a few pg-13 kisses, she'd decided she wouldn't push either. Until today and that was just to get him off her back.

That doesn't mean she doesn't want it. She does. Probably more than he does and she's glad he brought it up.

This time she initiates. So far Jeremy had been in control (not really), but as the one with the most experience he had a better idea how this works in practice, not just in theory.

She knows how it works now.

Bonnie's on top of him. Running her lips down his bare chest. She tugs at his cargos and pulls them off. Jeremy keeps his condoms in his nightstand which seems way too far for Bonnie's liking. Somehow she decides that it's less work for her to just take the one he's got inside his wallet. Her hands feel around for the leather finding it in the side pocket. With it comes a plastic baggie that falls to the bed

This is what he and Tyler have been doing all day.

Objectively there's nothing wrong with smoking weed. Her Grams smoked occasionally and all of her friends had tried it at least once. Historically however, Jeremy smoking hasn't been a good sign. Before she can question him about it he stops her. "We can smoke if you want to…before. We've never done that…not that we've done a lot or you have to…or if you don't want me to I won't…we…we don't have to do it." Her hand covers his mouth. He's so awkward sometimes it's embarrassing. It took a while to see him this unsure about anything. Jeremy's always been so insistent, especially in the beginning, but now, maybe even then if she thinks about it hard enough, he's kind of always waited on her, wanting her approval. It's always been her choice. She likes that more than she should.

This, well it's an experience. One she's never had, and it's the summer and Caroline always says that bad decision making is okay then. Caroline's got the right idea.

"I'll smoke with you."

-X-

It shouldn't be adorable to watch him roll a joint but it is. He's meticulously rolling and tucking. "There's nothing worse than a sloppy joint." She nods.

When he asks her if she wants to learn how to roll it doesn't matter that she already knows how because she lets him "teach" her anyway. He sits her between his legs with her back to his chest placing a textbook on her lap. He shows her how to hold her fingers and where to tuck, and how to lick, not too much spit or it'll be too wet, how to twist the ends. She lets him because it's so cute when she gets to see Jeremy completely at ease with her. He tries to be and she can tell when it's a front, usually for her benefit, but they've been dating for months and they haven't really gotten to spend a lot of time together. There was Elijah and then Klaus. The sacrifice freed up a lot of time on their hands. The panic that Klaus' presence brought died when the three women died that night. For all intents and purposes Elena's dead, Stefan's gone and they can kind of think clearer. The urgency to react isn't there, and she just wants to soak that feeling in and enjoy it.

He lights it and she takes the first puff inhaling, not too deep, and she holds it while bringing it up to his mouth. He shakes his head. Jeremy glances at her lips and back to her eyes so she catches on. Craning her neck back she holds her mouth close to his. His lips part.

She blows.

He inhales.

She's smiling. Green eyes meeting his for only a second before she pressing her lips to his and he's chuffing smoke out of his nose and then they're both laughing.

(-)

His tongue is feather light on her clit while she rolls her hips towards his mouth. He knows how to to start it off low and build the intensity. She doesn't like to come too fast, wants it drawn out. Slow. He can do slow. This is something they have more experience at then actual penetration and he's kind of happy that they did this first. Jeremy's learned Bonnie's easy to read once they get into it, she's not hard to please either, but she's really shy and he isn't. So he picks up he slack, pushes so she can pull, until they find a balance that's good for them. And every time she relaxes with him enough to let him do this, to vocalize her want, it's one small step in the right direction.

Bonnie's hands are trailing down his arms that are locked around her legs. No hands. She doesn't like to be fingered, just tongue. He's applying more pressure and she's groaning. Bringing his tongue down just for a second he pushes it into her. Collecting the wet isn't an easy feat; she's slippery, not too wet if that's a thing. Wet enough to make it harder to get any friction. Making his way back up he sucks flesh into his mouth. Harder flicks.

Her fist grabs his hair, her voice deeper than usual. "Stay." A chorus of yesyesyes's follow.

Her head falls back. Mouth open and sipping at air until an exaggerated sigh slips from her lips. He slows down until her fingers dig into his skin.

Bonnie pulls him up and kisses him as she usually does. Full. Deep. It's seconds between the kiss ending and Jeremy's rolling on the condom. When he sinks into her he sighs.

-X-

He's just kind of overwhelmed by her. Not just because her body is arching up into his and she's whispering his name like a drawn out spell—that helps though. She's Bonnie and that explains it. She is overwhelming. Sometimes he just feels lucky to be in her presence because she is...otherworldly. Yeah. Otherworldly. She's at least from a different plane.

God, he is so high.

It's hard for him to wrap his mind around her wanting spending time on planet Earth, with him, when he's sober, but now everything seems so…so…surreal. Bonnie. His older sister's best friend. The witch.

Bonnie.

He keeps going through the concept in his head like a rubix cube, trying to line up all the squares but he can't. Maybe this puzzle's not meant to be solved, maybe he can't solve it because she'd naked and her blunt nails are digging into his skin and she's writhing the way she is. It's distracting. She's distracting.

He likes being distracted.

Why she wants to distract him is beyond him but he still can't really believe it. Tyler's always telling him he's so whipped, and he is.

So?

Is it wrong that he likes her so much and that even with all of the supernatural stuff she's so…normal. Bonnie's with him and only him and she's not using him to get anything. She genuinely likes him. He's not used this normalcy, there's either the back and forth he had with Vicki or the mutually manipulative thing he had with Anna. He loved them both but they weren't the healthiest relationships. She brought him back from the dead; being whipped is the least he can do.

They're skin to skin. There's this electricity where they touch, it's not an unpleasant feeling. He's like a sponge soaking up the excess energy. That sounds parasitic. It's more like osmosis, he thinks. He's good at science he should have a term for this. That's all he can focus on. He's too aware of her, too into his own head.

It feels like he's getting a chance to visit her realm for just a short while, to be on her plane. It's overwhelming.

She's overwhelming.

Jeremy's hand travels what feels like miles down her body until he reaches the outside of her knee. What feels like years later he dances uncoordinated digits across the skin bringing her leg around his back. Her clutch on him shifts and he groans. Thankfully, she lifts the other one on her own. Her ankles cross in the dip of his back, arms tightening around neck as his strokes quicken.

(-)

Bonnie watches him with this intensity that's scary. The intensity she attributes to Jeremy. He's staring at her now and that look he gives her, the one that makes her feel like she's hung the moon—she's giving it back. She just knows she is. Bonnie's so guarded and she can't help it, but now, here, her defenses are down.

Exposed.

Open.

It's a good feeling.

Every. single. touch. is magnified on her end. He brings forth a hand to cup her face, long fingertips brushing across her cheek and she swears she can feel every groove.

Fingerprints are like snowflakes, no two are alike. It makes sense, because nobody is like Jeremy.

He presses his lips to her and she's opening his mouth with her tongue sighing when he allows her entrance. Slow and deep.

The room is dark, the sun set hours ago. It feels like they've been kissing for hours. They were smoking and they were kissing.

It's like they never stopped kissing.

Somehow they'd undressed but she doesn't remember them not kissing. He grabbed a condom but she's sure there wasn't a pause in their kissing. He filled her up all the way to heart, not literally, of course not literally, she thinks, but they didn't stop kissing.

They had to stop kissing. But somehow he's inside her, so deep, he's touching her heart and she's so in love it hurts. He slides into her particular slow and she moans.

Okay maybe it doesn't hurt.

He's mouthing at her neck when he starts to groan into the skin. She giggles at the vibrations. His hand creeps down between them finding a place in the seam of her. Skilled movements force her mouth to inelegantly hang open. Her sighing becomes labored, small grunts pushed from her lips until her neck tilts back against the pillow and she begins to shake. Her arms drop from his neck and down to fist the sheets.

Jeremy stops pumping but works his hand and she rides the wave until she's too sensitive. Her arms find neck again. Lips find his mouth. Giving her hips a stir she jump stars the process. He begins to move again. Fast, sawing strokes that she can't help but to hump him back.

He whispers her name when he comes.

-X-

They've been laying for what seems like hours but can't be since they're still high from the marijuana; still high from their exertions. Bonnie's hungry. She's also tired and laziness may decide which is more important. Sleep ends up being more important.

It's around four am when Bonnie wakes to find Jeremy laying on her chest. His head is pressed into her breast from where she'd been playing with his hair. Somehow she just knows he up. She starts running the strands through her fingers.

"Do you think you should be smoking?"

"It's too late for that."

"No….look at me… I mean…you're okay right? I shouldn't be worried, this was just for fun right, not to …cope?"

Sighing, "it's not the same as it was when my parents died. I don't want to say that I'm getting used to losing people…but it's getting easier to deal with." Bonnie presses her lips to his hair. "I don't think it's supposed to get easier, Bonnie."

She rubs her hand down his back. "No. It's not."

-X-

It late in the day when she wakes up. Jeremy's sitting at his desk scribbling in his sketchbook. "Why'd you let me sleep so late?"

Looking over his shoulder and smiling at her nudity he says, "because you were obviously tired…it's the summer."

"Well that doesn't matter because your sister will be home and I'm sorry but having an audience as I take my walk of shame isn't something I'll look back fondly on."

"It's not a big deal…you're not really ashamed are you?"

"Of course I'm not. It's just, it's a big deal to me."

She lays back and stretches. For someone just complaining she doesn't want to get up.

"No nightmares?"

Bonnie groans into the pillowcase. No. None. But she doesn't want to talk about it because he'll ultimately ask her what they're about and she doesn't want to go there.

Her stomach audibly growls and she's saved.

"Get dressed. I'll make you something to eat." Bonnie slips on her clothes from yesterday. She needs a bath but she'd prefer to take one at home. Slipping on the denim shorts and her tee shirt she slides her feet into the sandals. "I should just go home."

"Stay. Please?" He walks over to her, wrapping his arm around her middle. Lifting on the tips of her toes she kisses him. "I'll come back later."

Jeremy's going to kiss her again when there's a knock on the door that causes them to jump. "Yeah?"

"It's Ric."

"Okay?" He doesn't attempt to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

(-)

Jeremy doesn't know what his deal with Ric is lately. He's always liked the dude, but this whole guardian thing is odd. Bonnie sits back on the bed, at least this way he doesn't have to see her and she doesn't have to deal with him. Jeremy goes to the door, cracking it just a little. "Glad to see you're alive."

"At this point, is that really a joke?" Ric laughs only for the truth in it. "I'm fine."

"Jeremy. I'm not trying to be on your case, but I can smell the pot from outside the door…you shouldn't be smoking…you've got…your whole life ahead of you."

"Got it." He tries to close the door but Ric's hand moves out to stop it.

"Think about your brain cells…and Elena."

Chuckling Jeremy replies, "Dude you really suck at this."

"I know. But yeah I know you've been having a hard time and if you need to talk to somebody I'm here."

"I know. This is not a downward spiral, okay. I'll let you know if that's where it's going. It was just recreational."

(-)

Bonnie can't see hear what Ric says from the sound of her heart pounding in her ears but it's enough to get him to leave the door and that's fine with her.

-X-

Ten minutes later Bonnie tip toes down the stairs behind Jeremy. Ric's door is closed and Elena's not home yet. However, Ric is not inside the closed room because he's in the kitchen making a sandwich when they walk by. Her heart starts to race, again. This is exactly why she prefers Jeremy coming over her house. There's almost no parental supervision.

Bonnie ignores her instincts of running out the door instead she does a slight wave and Ric waves back . Then she waits a couple before speed walking to the exit.

Jeremy laughs.

"See. It wasn't that bad."

Not that good either.

A/N: This was not supposed to be multi-chaptered at all since I hate commitment, however after 20K words it's kind of ridiculous to put it out as a one shot. As of now I'm not finished and I have no set posting schedule but if it's done and edited I'll post it. I don't plan on it being more than five or six chapters (and my chapters are usually around 4000 words) but we'll see (it'll end up be around ten I know it). In hindsight this section is very Beremy-centric but Tyler's a major part of the story. It's just we got very few happy Beremy moments in the beginning of their relationship (which came out of nowhere) and it ended out of nowhere with some OOC writing for Jeremy, and I feel like we should've at least had the summer (since Bonnie didn't do anything while she was away).

I really just hate a majority of season 3 and 4 tbh and I'm just changing what I felt needed to be changed. I started writing this towards the end of season 3 but I never finished it and I'm happy since I see that nothing I thought was going to happen to those 3 did. Tyler and Jeremy had really good setups last season that fell flat so a lot this is me trying to flesh them out.

Please let me know if the POV switching is confusing. As of now I've been trying to cut down on that using little marks (-) to indicate the change and the (-X-) indicate there's a period of time passing, but not a scenery change.

I also despise that summary but all my summaries sound like third grade writing prompts so for now I'll leave it as is.

I have no beta and all mistakes are mine.

Thanks for reading!