When Elena said to take care of Damon, Bonnie doesn't think this is what the girl meant.
Okay, so some of it she might agree with.
Like how she is getting Damon out of trouble and saving everyone like usual.
She probably wouldn't like that for tonight, her name was Mrs. Salvatore.
Ask anyone. This wasn't Bonnie's choice, but once she knew about it she had to play along.
Ahh, now she remembered why she wanted to strangle the raven haired vampire next to her.
If Damon Salvatore was anything, it was devious. Of course he knew Bonnie would be pissed at him but he thought it was funny.
Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore.
This was truly one of his better moments. Except for the fact that if looks could kill, he would be 6 feet under since Bonnie had been glaring at him the entire car ride.
Luckily for him though, they were almost there.
This weekend, a friend of Damon's was holding a ball in New York. Usually Damon wouldn't go or even care, but tonight was different. She was selling supernatural artifacts and a little bird on his shoulder (Bonnie) told him he should look into it.
Now the bird was pissed it had to come along for the ride.
Granted, they had plenty of time to settle it.
Bonnie was sure as hell not driving with him all the way to New York so she compromised. They fly and she goes… willingly.
Although Damon was sad he couldn't spend quality best friend time with Bonnie, he also compromised that he would get to show her around the city after the ball.
This was why Bonnie Bennett was now riding shotgun with Damon Salvatore on a warm July night in New York City.
At least they didn't hate each other, then Bonnie really might have set him on fire. Over the years she realized that being friends with the vampire wasn't so bad as long as you could keep up with him.
Bonnie Bennett never shied away from a challenge.
Damon had rented a car for the two days the duo would be there, and also paid for their hotel room.
Yes, room. As in one singular room.
Damon had never seen a woman so unwilling to get into the same bed as him.
"You seriously couldn't get two rooms!" She argued with him as the elevator went up.
"No, we'll just have to share." Damon replied smirking at the witch.
It had been two years since Stefan woke Damon from dessiccating, and about six months since Bonnie forgave him.
If Bonnie could do one thing, it was hold a grudge.
Not that Damon could blame her, it was a bad move. Seeing her walk out of that warehouse and not being able to kiss-
Wait what? He meant hug, that's all because him and Bonnie are just friends. That's all.
Anyway, he just wanted to hug her and tell her he wasn't going to leave.
But he didn't.
He got in that box and left her alone for three years.
Not that she was completely alone of course, there was Enzo.
In all the lifetimes he had lived, he had never felt more confused (And enraged) than the moment he found out about Bonnie and Enzo. Damon was surprised that Enzo let Bonnie come with him all the way to New York.
Not that Enzo didn't trust Bonnie, it was Damon he had a problem with.
Enzo didn't seem to trust Damon around Bonnie, I mean they were just friends everybody knew it.
Except, of course, everybody.
Caroline and Stefan had a bet going on when they would get together.
Enzo was extra possessive of Bonnie whenever the Blue eyed vampire was around.
Hell, even Matt noticed the weird thing they had going on.
Everyone saw it, except Bonnie and Damon.
So when the Mystic Falls gang found out the two were going to New York together, Enzo was pissed, Matt just laughed, and Caroline and Stefan put more money against each other.
If Damon or Bonnie found out they would have just laughed and shrugged it off.
But they didn't, so the pair was now pulling up to a very large mansion.
There was a valet so Damon hopped out of the car, threw him the keys, and had opened Bonnie's door before she even reached for the handle.
"Thanks, Damon." She said as she stepped out of the car.
Bonnie's dress was a red double slitted long dress, that exposed most of her legs. Not that Damon minded, in fact, his jaw almost hit the floor when he first saw her.
The dress had an open back, and was also long sleeved with a low neckline. Not to mention the golden colored heels and belt that matched her sparkling nails.
The witch had really outdone herself.
"Damn Bonnie, you do have style." He said when he saw her walk out of their room's huge bathroom.
"Shut up Damon." She said fighting to hide her smile.
She had understood what he meant.
They entered the massive building arms latched together because Damon said they should at least try to pull off the married thing.
Damon had opted for a plain black suit, but still looked good anyway, not that Bonnie would tell him that.
"It sucks that you can't clean up as well as me, I mean you're almost there, but not yet." She had said to him as they left the hotel room earlier.
"Shut up Bonnie." He said nudging her, not trying to hide his smile.
He had understood what she meant.
It seemed to Bonnie that as a woman was leading them to their table that everyone was staring at them.
"Everyone is staring." She whispered to Damon.
"That doesn't have to be a bad thing does it?" He replied as they took their seats next to each other.
Bonnie and Damon made small talk as they waited for the event to start.
"So, who's this friend of yours?" Bonnie asked the vampire next to her.
"She's a witch, blonde, bitchy, an-."
"And going to torch your ass if you finish that sentence with anything but beautiful." A girl said now standing next to Damon's chair.
The vampire stood immediately and hugged his friend.
"Bonnie, this is Delilah, an old friend of mine."
"Hey, I'm not that old." The girl laughed.
"Delilah here made a deal with the devil, and somehow managed to stop her aging completely." Damon said. "Share your secrets?"
"You wish Salvatore." Delilah laughed. "Your husband is an asshole."
"Yeah, tell me about it. I'm Bonnie." Bonnie said giving her hand to the blonde.
"As in Bennett? Well, formally..." She asked now looking at Damon, as he tried to avoid her eyes.
"Yeah..." Bonnie trailed off.
"Damon always said you were a good witch, but he failed to mention that you were that good." She chuckled. "He also failed to mention you were gorgeous."
As Bonnie went to respond another woman approached them.
"Hello love." She said as she kissed Delilah on the lips.
Damon leaned towards Bonnie. "Guess who was surprised when he found that out."
"It sure did stop your advances on my wife, Damon." The red head girl said glaring at Damon.
"Samantha, wonderful to see you again." Damon said glaring right back.
"I'm not afraid to torch your ass." She shot back.
"It's okay Sam, Damon here found someone who will permanently do that for you." The blonde replied nodding towards Bonnie.
"You actually got over your thing for doppelgängers? I'm impressed, I mean I would be, if I didn't know the sociopath who put your girlfriend in a coma." Samantha stated.
Bonnie choked on her champagne.
"Yeah, he was an asshole, he even made you look nice." Sam stated.
"Hey Sam, can you go get me a drink?" Delilah said pushing her wife away from the group. "Sorry about her she is a little forward."
The duo both smiled at her.
"I have to get going on actually selling things, so I'm going to head off, but it was great to see you." Delilah said hugging Damon. "And great to meet you Mrs. Salvatore." She continued, leaning in to hug Bonnie.
"If you think love is only demonstrated in epic declarations and sex, you might want to keep looking at that definition, because I can tell you this Miss Bennett, this man next to you loves you with everything in him" She whispered in Bonnie's ear so Damon wouldn't hear, before turning away into the crowd.
Bonnie just stared in front of her.
"Did she say something to you?" Damon asked, concern crossing his face for a brief second.
"No, it was nothing." Bonnie replied, sitting back down.
"Wow, if I had known me being in love with you was nothing I would have told you sooner." Damon said now sitting next to Bonnie again.
Bonnie's eyes went wide as she looked at the vampire.
He smirked at her as he took a sip of his champagne.
"That is what she told you right? Because that would be awkward if she didn't say that."
Bonnie loved to see Damon squirm.
"Actually no, she didn't say that, but please tell me Mr. Salvatore, are you in love with me?" She asked smirking at the vampire.
"If I was?" He asked sending shivers down Bonnie's spine.
The two made eye contact and all of the sudden, the playful manner had dropped completely.
Damon felt like he was about to explode.
He still loved Elena, their love was passionate and chaotic all at the same time.
But he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't feel something for Bonnie.
Damon didn't even know what the hell it was. He just knew that whenever he was around Bonnie, he felt different. He felt as if he was free, as if he could completely and truly be him.
Damn it, he really liked the witch.
Well, Caroline was gonna kick his ass.
"Bonnie? If I was to tell you right now I'm in love with you, what would you do?" He asked slowly inching closer to the witch.
"I'd say it back." She responded, maintaining eye contact with him.
"What?"
"I'd tell you I love you too." She said lower this time as their noses were touching. "But your not in love with me Damon."
"And how could you be so sure?" He breathed, their faces centimeters apart.
"Because this isn't real."
Damon shot out of bed, his forehead now drenched in sweat.
Okay, so maybe he had some stuff to figure out with the witch.