NEW STORY! Mason Lockwood is too hot to only have three stories on FF so I had to add one. I quite like him and Bonnie together for some reason, if only because she's going through some vampire-hate issues and could use the buff shoulder to cry on. Events and details are a bit out of sequence here but basically...Caroline's a vamp but they don't know about the Lockwood's being werewolves, nor do they suspect anything. A bit OOC, exaggerated for comedic value in Tyler's case but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
ONE
"How much?"
Bonnie looked up through her mascara-thickened lashes to see a stocky moon-faced sophomore watching her.
"How much for what?" she replied curtly before reverting her attention to her ragged nails. She'd bitten them clean to the cuticle.
"Err...Uh...Well, you know..."
"No, I don't know so unless you tell me-" Bonnie started irritably before it dawned on her. Right. It was her shift at the kissing stall at the Mystic Falls Carnival but after a dry spell of, oh, about two hours, she'd found other ways to pass the time.
"That's seven dollars." It was actually five dollars but Bonnie spotted a bit of left over breakfast in the boy's clunky metal braces.
"Ew..." she mumbled softly under breath as he eagerly handed over the money and leaned in, eyes closed and lips puckered.
She waited for the inevitable contact of their lips but it never came. A feeling somewhere between relief and bewilderment settled over her. Opening her eyes, she leaned back to see what had happened to the sophomore. Standing in his place was a tall, broad-shouldered Adonis. His comfortable confidence and superior air was hauntingly familiar but Bonnie couldn't place it.
"Thank God," she finally blurted out. "He looked like the touchy-feely type."
"How much?" the gorgeous specimen asked with an amused smirk turning up his lips at one corner. Mischief glinted in his bright cornflower blue eyes. Again, a sense of familiarity nagged at the far reaches of Bonnie's conscious and again she ignored it.
"Five bucks," she replied with what she hoped was a cool shrug of her petite shoulders.
"You told that kid it was seven bucks," he informed her.
"I'm aware of that," she went on. "Like I said, he looked like the touchy-feely type."
He laughed, a deep rumbling which made her toes curl.
"Over-charging poor, socially-awkward virgins? You tramp."
It was embarrassing the effect that last word had on her, really it was. Cheeks burning a shell pink, she again tried (and likely failed) to affect an air of untouchable cool.
"Keep talking," she encouraged him. "It's making me look like I'm 'engaging with the carnival-goers'. Really, it's the only thing keeping this job from being prostitution."
He laughed again and again her heart felt like it would break clean from her chest and soar to the sky. She wanted to keep making him laugh, she decided then.
"Well, prostitutes generally sleep with their..." he paused, searching for the right word. "Clientele. So unless you wanted to break that barrier..."
Bonnie's heart skipped a beat and thumped extra-loud. Mouth dry, she asked, "What your name again?"
"Mason. Mason Lockwood." He extended a hand. Instead of returning his handshake like a normal, civilised person would, she jumped about ten feet in the air and shouted, "Aha!"
He cocked a thick, well-shaped eyebrow at her. "Aha-what?"
"Aha-you're Tyler's brother! I knew it, that walk, that smile. You had to be a Lockwood. Who else in Mystic Falls is so confident and comfortable in their sexuality? I so called it and- Oh shit. About 50% of that you weren't meant to hear."
"I gathered," Mason remarked dryly. "And you're not completely correct. I'm Tyler's uncle. Flattering though, thank you."
Her excitement became muted at his words. "Uncle? No way, but you're so..."
She clamped her mouth shut. She'd made an ass of herself already.
"Dude, are you going to kiss her or what? It's not like you have to chat her up first, you know."
Mason turned, sub-consciously flexing his biceps and giving the greasy haired kid a look which - although Bonnie couldn't see it - sent him scurrying over to the ice-cream stand.
"You just scared away my..clientele." She borrowed his word from earlier. "That was a potential sale."
"Well, I'd make up for it but..." He smiled apologetically. Right. He was probably a chaperone, Bonnie realized. It would not look good for Tyler Lockwood's totally-hot-but-older-uncle who was chaperoning the minors at the carnival to be lip-locking Mystic Falls High's senior cheerleader.
"Do you have a little brother or sister who goes to the high school?" Mason went on, obviously still very interested in the conversation. "I mean, kinda sucks that you got stuck with such a crappy job but that's kinda sweet you're doing this for her... or you know, him."
Bonnie's hazel eyes widened. He thought she was older! Maybe her attempts at looking cool and aloof had worked? Maybe-
"Mason!" It was Sherriff Forbes. "If you're not busy, I could use a hand."
She jogged over to them, out of breath. "Whew. Oh hello there, Bonnie."
Don't blow my cover, Bonnie silently begged. She needn't have worried because the Sherriff's attention was quickly on Mason.
"Anything you need, Liz." He grinned at her, putting those pearly whites to good use.
Was it just Bonnie or did Sherriff Forbes just blush? Batting her spidery eyelashes (or at least trying to) at Mason, Caroline's mum just confirmed what Bonnie had suspected. Sherriff Forbes was in love (or at least in crush) with Taylor Lockwood's (admittedly hunky) uncle.
Ew.
She was also very bad at flirting. Bonnie would know, having practised hair tosses and eyelash-batting in her vanity with her very best friends, Elena and Caroline, from the age of 13. She still did it occasionally, for fun.
"Right, well...um...ahem, I n-need you to..." she trailed off, seemingly losing her train of thought. "Help carry some chairs and tables over to marquee. You up for it, big boy?"
Bonnie was pretty sure she threw up a little in her mouth. Big boy? Well, at least she was doing a better job at keeping her cool than Sherriff Forbes currently was.
"Sure thing," Mason replied, again turning up the charm dial to full power. Once Sherriff Forbes was gone - with a weak smile and a clumsy jog away no less - she turned to him, leaning across the counter in a way which showcased what little cleavage her sports bra offered. She had cheerleading practise next so had just chucked her exercise shorts and tank top on underneath a low-cut white blouse that highlighted her bronzed skin and a pair of skin tight three-quarter cuffed denim jeans.
"Do you have to go?" she purred. At least, she hoped it sounded like a sexy purring and not like someone who had to cough up a colossal amount of phlegm.
"You know I'd love to stick around..." Eyes cast downward at her chest, he added, "Really love to stick around but...duty calls. I'll see you around."
He trailed off, waiting for her to give her name. Without thought, she blurted out: "Bonnie. Bonnie Bennett."
"Bonnie. It's cute," he said, smiling. "Like you."
And with that, he turned and jogged gracefully away in the direction Sherriff Forbes had disappeared to.
Be still my beating heart, she wanted to cry in melodrama. Grinning stupidly, she turned to face the red-headed reedy teenage boy tapping his sneakered foot impatiently against the grassy floor.
"How much?" he asked, voice predictably nasal in pitch.
Bonnie sighed, her good mood brought down by the smallest fraction. She really needed to make a sign.
"I don't get this," Tyler whined as they all sat at their usual lunch spot. Bonnie looked up, taking a sudden interest in the younger Lockwood. After all, Tyler's untamed dark hair and mischievous grin at least reminded her of his Adonis-like uncle.
"What is it?" she chirped, ignoring the surprised looks she received from Elena and Stefan. Carolina was back to sitting with them, though she sat between Stefan and Matt, both of which she either couldn't or wouldn't hurt. The transition was difficult for her but being around her friends made it easier.
"Calculus." He grunted in frustration, messily throwing the papers together in his book before shutting it and tossing it into his bag.
"I'm good with that!" Bonnie exclaimed before she could stop herself.
"You failed Introductory Arithmetic in tenth grade, remember?" Elena said, casting confused and alarmed looks at Bonnie.
"I did? Right... I did." Bonnie was disappointed to say the least. There went her fantasies of long nights spent at the Lockwood manor seducing Mason under the guise of tutoring his nephew.
Tyler cast her the same confused looks before realization dawned on him. "Oh, I get it. Hey, there's no shame in wanting to spend the night with the Ty-ster."
"...the what?" Bonnie asked despite herself, upper lip curled in repulsion.
"You want some of this." Tyler made a lewd gesture. "I get it. That's totally cool. All you had to do was ask and say please."
"Tyler, you're mangy," Elena told him matter-of-factly.
"The Bon-ster here doesn't think so."
"Just stop," Bonnie pleaded, not quite knowing who she was more embarrassed for. "I was just trying to be nice."
"'Course you were." Yet another suggestive gesture followed.
Matt snorted, high-fiving his over-sexed bully of a best friend.
"Or she's trying to get closer to a certain someone," Caroline piped up, a knowing look in her eyes.
Bonnie's heart froze, a feeling of dread brewing in the pit of her stomach. No way Caroline knew of her impossible crush. Unless...
"I'm going to the bin. Anyone have any rubbish they wanna throw away?"
Collecting wrappers, straws and sandwich wrapping, Caroline turned to Bonnie. "Coming, Bonnie?"
Bonnie dragged herself up from the desk, miserably trudging after her chipper blonde fellow cheerleader best friend.
"I know you like Tyler's uncle," Caroline hissed, rounding on her. She didn't look angry and intimidating per se, Bonnie noted, more like she was trying to be.
"I just want you to know that you better...you better stay away. My mum's actually really happy since he came to town and if you do anything to destroy that, I will..."
"You'll what, Caroline?" Bonnie asked, honestly curious. "Hurt me?"
"Just let her have him," Caroline asked, a note of pleading in her voice. This quickly melted in haughtiness as she added, "Not like he'd be interested in a teenager anyhow."
"You sound awfully sure of yourself."
A flicker of doubt crossed Caroline's girl-next-door features. "I am...I think. Ugh, don't do that!"
"You're being silly, Caroline. Come on, the others will be getting suspicious."
Still unsure, the two friends made their way back to the table, deflecting questions about their absence and Tyler's suggestive comments.
Bonnie tried to ignore the soulful pleading looks Caroline threw her every now and then and tried to look very interested in her muesli bar. She also tried to push images of a certain pair of striking blue eyes out of her mind, guilt wrecking her previous contentment.
"Bonnie, hello? Bonnie?"
"Huh?"
"Tonight, my place?" Tyler reiterated, a pick-up line poised on his lips. "Party. You could be my date."
"That'll happen," she returned curtly. In her head, she weighed the pros and cons of attending. If she went and Mason was there, she would compromise her age. If she didn't go, she didn't see Mason at all.
"Well?"
"Count me in."