Title; When Bonnie Comes to Town

Fandom; Vampire Diaries (TV)

Pairing/Character(s); Damon/Bonnie; Stefan/Elena

Rating; Mature

Spoilers; Completely AU-ALL HUMAN

Summary; Elena Gilbert's best friend is coming to town, and she has only one goal: to keep her away from Damon Salvatore, the womanizing older brother of her fiancée. But will Elena be able to keep Bonnie away from the bad boy, or will Bonnie be unable to keep herself from falling for Damon?

[PART 1/5]

"Elena, would you please calm down?" Stefan Salvatore asked his fiancée as she rushed hurriedly around the Salvatore Manor, picking up discarded pieces of paper and cups, black trash bag in hand. He was standing in the entryway of the living room, arms folded across his chest as he watched her frantic movements.

Elena turned her hateful eyes on him. If looks could kill, then Stefan would have been dead within seconds of having her brown eyes laid on him. "Calm down! Calm down!" her voice was raising high with every letter.

Stefan groaned, silently cursing himself for choosing the wrong words. Elena had placed one hand on her hip and the other was balled tightly around the trash bag in her hand. "Maybe 'calm down' isn't the best words."

Elena cocked one eyebrow at him. "You think?" she leant down, picking up a plastic red cup, waving it madly in Stefan's direction, "Your brother threw a party the night before my best friend was coming in town!"

Elena loved Stefan, she really did, and Elena couldn't wait to become a member of the selective group of Salvatore's but the thought of sharing the same last name as his brother made her sick. Damon had known that her best friend Bonnie was coming to town that morning, and just to piss her off, he threw an outrageous party the night before. And to make matters worst, he'd disappeared sometime after the party, leaving her and Stefan to do most of the cleaning. Elena would have spent the entire night picking up discarded beer bottles and molded pizza, but Stefan eventually dragged her away around five in the morning to get some sleep. Elena had awoken two hours later to finish up picking the rest of the trash.

"I know, I know, and that's why I'm goanna talk to him," Stefan soothed, rubbing his hands up and down her arms, trying to ease some of the tension in her body.

Elena groaned, burying her head in Stefan's shirt. He gently took the trash bag from her hand, letting it fall to the floor. "I just really want Bonnie to have a great time when she comes."

"I know, babe," Stefan whispered, kissing the top of Elena's head. "What time do you have to pick up Bonnie from the train station?"

She glanced down at her watch, throwing her head back and letting out an annoyed moan, "Now. Please make sure the house gets cleaned while I'm gone."

"I'll do the best I can," Stefan promised, pressing his lips softly to hers. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Elena smiled, grabbing her purse and keys, and heading for the door. Upon opening the door, Elena came face to face with the bane of her existence, "and you, I hate."

"Aw, Elena, you're so original," Damon deadpanned, pushing passed her, and entering the house. Damon was making his way upstairs, but Stefan blocked his way.

"You're helping Stefan clean this house before Bonnie gets here," Elena barked, hands resting on her hips.

"Yeah, right. I'll be upstairs nursing this hangover that's an even bigger bitch than you, Elena," Damon announced, trying to move around his litter brother, but found no luck.

"Don't talk to her like that," Stefan stated to his brother. To Elena he said, "Go and get, Bonnie." Sighing, Elena left, before sending another glare in Damon's direction.

"I'm not cleaning this house," Damon said simply to his little brother, maneuvering past him and into the living room. Damon made his way over to the wet bar, which was covered with cups and salty potato chips. Moving aside the half empty pizza box, Damon grabbed a bottle of Scotch, downing the last drops in one gulp.

"I thought you had a hangover," Stefan observed, picking up the trash bag Elena previous held, and began picking up the last of the trash on the floor.

Damon scoffed, tossing the empty bottle on the floor beside his brother's foot, "Doesn't mean I don't need a drink."

"Damon," Stefan warned, picking up the bottle his brother threw upon the carpet.

"Stefan," Damon shot back, dropping down on the couch. He propped his feet on the coffee table.

"You do know that you're the one that threw this party," Stefan reminded him, motioning to the spaces around him.

"You're point?" Damon asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"Elena's friend Bonnie is coming to stay with us until the wedding." Stefan tried again.

"Why should I care again?" Damon asked.

"Because," Stefan sighed, "Bonnie is the maid of honor and since you're the only family I have, you're my best man."

"Yeah, and I'm shocked the She-Devil let that happen," Damon smirked. Before Stefan could chew him up about the little 'nickname' he's branded Elena with, he continued, "but I still don't see why I have to make special accommodations for some chick I don't even know."

"Damon, you don't even make special accommodations for Elena and me, and you know us bother very well," Stefan countered.

"Yeah, well, I hate the both of you," Damon reminded him with a smile.

Stefan sighed, rubbing a hand over his face in aggravation. "Well, maybe if you finally moved out and let Elena and me have the Manor then maybe you wouldn't have to see us as much."

Damon stood from the couch. "Now why would I do that, when I was the one that lived here first."

At twenty-five, the last thing Damon Salvatore wanted was to live in a house with his little brother and his annoying fiancée, but where else was he supposed to stay? He was the one that lived in the Salvatore Manor before his younger brother decided to move in. it was fine for Damon when he'd been living with just Stefan while his brother attended college at The University of Mystic Falls. It wasn't until his brother decided to marry Elena and have her move in with Elena them after the two of them graduated from college that Damon began to get angry. Elena had been staying off campus in an apartment with her friend Caroline until the two of them had a falling out, leaving Elena with no where to go, and Stefan, always the pathetically-stupid gentleman offered her a place in their home.

"Because it's the right thing to do," Stefan said the words as though they were obvious.

"Well it's a good thing I don't do the right thing," Damon smirked, before making his way out of the room. "Happy cleaning, Little Brother."