"I'll Take You With Me"
Narrator POV
Bonnie rolled down her window and looked at the scenery as she drove through her neighborhood. The Virginia air was sticky, but the trees and flowers were colorful and in full bloom, making the summer day more agreeable. Bonnie pulled up to her house and parked her car on the street. She grabbed all her bags and, leaving her car windows down, entered her house.
"I'm back from the store," she yelled.
"I'm home," she continued to yell, hoping her boyfriend was home and she just didn't see his car on the street.
'Of course,' she thought. 'Why would he be here when he could be at work, working his usual 5-5.'
No, not 9-5 your typical. He worked from 5am to 5pm, usually, but he was on call 24/7. Bonnie looked at her phone noting that it was already 6:00 pm and she had no new messages or missed calls. She opened the almost completely empty fridge and began putting the groceries away. After she was finished with the groceries she went to get the mail. The mail consisted of bills, a letter from her mother, and the last check from her advance. She sighed.
She sighed at the bills, she sighed at the letter from her mother, and she sighed at her check. The electricity and water bill cost the same amount it usually did to supply water and electricity to their two bedroom, two bathroom, starter home. Bonnie opened the bill for her car insurance and their mortgage and placed the bills in a pile on the kitchen table, making a mental note to pay them later.
Bonnie took a deep breath and went to check the answering machine before tackling the letter from her mother. She pressed play and instantly heard a cheery voice. " Hey Bonnieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." "Caroline," Bonnie said, laughing to herself. " I miss you," Caroline continued. " Tyler and I just got back from our trip and I really want to see you. So, stop humping your man candy for five minutes, drag your ass out of bed and call me! Not that I really blame you I mean if I had him in my bed- OMYGOD don't tell him I said that. In fact delete this message as soon as you listen to it, or now right now. I swear I shouldn't be allowed to leave messages because once I start talking there is no stopping. And here I am still talking. Anyway, my point is call me and delete this message. Make sure you delete this message or else Bonnie Bennett!"
Bonnie chuckled and deleted the message and heard her answering machine say "end of messages". She sighed again as she went to go read her mother's letter. Bonnie wrote her mother a letter a month ago after finding out from the private investigator her only living parent was living in Ohio with her son. Bonnie's wrote her mother a letter to inform that her father was dead and after leaving 20 years ago, she was dead to her too. Bonnie shook her head. Bonnie shook her head and refused to read the letter. Because it didn't mean anything. Because it didn't change anything. But ultimately she couldn't throw it away. So she left on the table.
Bonnie went to the stove and began boiling water to start making spaghetti.
'Dinner for one,' she thought.
She went to the living room and sat on the couch, waiting for the water to boil. As she turned on the T.V. she heard the door open.
She turned off the T.V. and walked to the entryway. It was her boyfriend.
"Hey," she said, going up to him and hugging him.
"Hey," he replied and hugged her back.
"How was your day?" she asked.
"Stressful as always," he said, groaning, unbuttoning two buttons on his shirt and leaving his briefcase in the hallway.
They walked into the kitchen together.
"What have you been doing?" he asked.
"Well mostly, Damon, I've been here wondering when you decided you didn't need to call me to tell me when you're on your way home," she said, staring at him.
"What do you need a warning? So you know how much time you have to hide the body?" he joked.
"No but it is nice to know that you're alive! When you're not home at a reasonable time or work late and you don't tell me I have no idea if you're actually working, if you were on your way home and got kidnapped or if you ran away to join the fucking circus!" she began to yell.
Damon chuckled.
"I'm not laughing Damon," she said, clearly upset.
"I know. I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be sorry, Damon, be better. We've had this conversation before. I just want to know when you're on your way home or when you're working late because I worry about you, not because I want to fight with you or know where you are at all times," she told him.
"Ok," he said, hugging her and kissing her head. "And I promise if I ever have the burning desire to join the circus I'll take you with me," he said.
She smiled.
He kissed her head again and smelled her hair. She smelled sweet. He put his nose on her neck and smelled her again. She smelled like candy.
" You smell nice," he said, whispering into her neck and rubbing his hand up and down her back.
"Thanks," she said, putting her nose on his chest.
After twelve hours she couldn't really smell his cologne. He smelled like a mix his deodorant and sweat, due to the humidity. And she loved it.
"You smell manly," she said as she continued to inhale him.
"Well that's fitting," he said, smiling
" I missed touching you," he whispered into her ear.
One of his hands grabbed her butt as his other and began to rub her hip.
'Don't do it,'she thought.
He moved the hand on her hip the bottom of her back.
'Damn. He did it. Gets me every time,' she thought to herself.
She resisted the urge to melt into him.
'Not this time,' she thought.
"Not now. I'm making dinner" she told him.
"What are you making?" he asked.
"Spaghetti" she answered.
"We already had that this week," he groaned.
"Well you didn't really get a vote considering I didn't even know if you would be home," she told him.
"Thanks for dinner, dear," he said in order to avoid an argument.
Bonnie began putting the spaghetti on plates. She noticed Damon had disappeared. She saw him come back in the back door. She got out glasses and poured them some wine. Damon came behind Bonnie when she was done he picked her up and carried her in his arms.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
He didn't answer. He continued to carry her to their backyard and set her down on a blanket he laid out. He started walking back inside.
"Is this your way of kicking me out?" Bonnie asked.
"Because if it is I think I at least deserve a tent," she said, smiling.
Damon returned with their spaghetti and then their wine.
"Thank you, Damon," Bonnie said.
"Thank you for putting up with me," Damon said.
"Sometimes I think I deserve an award. But I guess if I got one then you should too for putting up with me," she said.
"You're not so bad," he told her, staring into her eyes.
They ate dinner. Damon talked about work. Bonnie talked about the kids she worked with today.
When they were done Bonnie sat on Damon's lap, facing him, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"You haven't kissed me since you've been home," she said.
" I tried to do more than kiss you earlier. You weren't ready for this," Damon said, pointing to himself.
Bonnie kissed him and they continued to kiss until they were eaten alive by mosquitoes.
Just to let you know I plan on this being a story with multiple chapters. Also all is not perfectly well in Bamonville. Is Bonnie going to read the letter her mother sent her? Of course. Is she going to read it next chapter? Maybe. No promises. If I could get some reviews telling me whether or not I should continue this story that would be great. Even if you hate it let me know. Also this is my first story EVER. I usually get nervous when I read that so I understand any anxiety you have about me being a newbie. If you've decided to take this journey with me You The REAL MVP.