Somehow I've become a member of the Bamonators. I mean, I was always a member, just never active. And here we are, my first canon fic and my first time writing Bamon. Honestly, it was inevitable.

"Give Me a Reason to Love You"

Chapter 1 – Summertime Sadness

"Does this outfit make me look fat?"

Caroline twisted and morphed her body into shapes I didn't think fathomable. Maybe her body was made out of putty. That explained it. Or maybe it was all those years of being head cheerleader paying off. She stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror sitting in the corner of her room, her face plagued with disgust at what she saw.

"You know you're not fat," Elena reassured, applying a fresh coat of sparkling tangerine nail polish to her toes. Cotton-balls sat in between each little piggy, making her feet look webbed like Kermit the Frog's.

Why did Kermit put up with Miss Piggy? She was such a bitch.

"You're beautiful," I added, crossing my legs over each other as I sat in a wicker chair placed out of sight and out of mind. The room was a perfect representation of my best friend – girly and sweet. From the candy floss pink walls to the MAC makeup scattering her oak vanity, nothing would tip you off that this was a vampire's safe haven. The fact that she kept a bookshelf dedicated to the entire Twilight series was even more of a sway in the opposite direction.

Yanking the expensive dress off her body, Caroline tossed it to the floor like a worthless rag fit for the likes of Oliver Twist. She marched to her closet that was almost as big as her bedroom, getting lost amongst the company of Vera Wang, Jimmy Choo, and Alexander McQueen. Caroline had clothes that made A-listers seem middle class. Her wooden hangers got a taste of the rich and famous lifestyle while I was here sitting in ripped jeans I had since Sophomore year and a ten dollar Aztec print tank top.

"Ugh, I'm hideous." Her voice floated from the closet. "Just call me Miss Piggy. I'm Caroline Piggy."

If she were hideous, then what the hell was I?

I shook the idea from my head, noticing that this had been the only time Caroline wasn't in the room. Elena noticed too, her eyes flying to mine with a stare that read, "Don't do it, Bonnie! She'll know!"

Caroline would never figure it out. Never ever.

I held my finger up to my lips and hushed her from tattle telling. My eyes flew to the closet door, making sure that Care was still lost inside. I'm sure her walk in closet led to Narnia anyway. She was too preoccupied in there to know what was going on out here.

So I did it. I broke the one rule she told me not to.

Running my finger against my cheek, I stained it in the cool, creamy substance spread over my face. I popped my finger into my mouth and my body swooned at the taste. Was it a bit primitive and barbaric to eat the facial your friend prepared for you? I guess. But when you're hungry, you'll just about eat anything.

And don't pretend as if you haven't tried it.

"You better not be eating your facial mask, Bonnie!" Mother Caroline scolded without even being in the room. My finger popped out my mouth and scurried behind my back like a child caught redhanded.

Elena bit back a laugh, giving me yet another stare that this time I interpreted as, "I told you so."

Sometimes I thought Caroline was the witch by how perceptive she could be.

"Why would I do that if you told me not to?" I didn't tell her to make a mask that tasted so good. Yogurt, honey, and bananas belonged on a plate, in a smoothie, anywhere but my face. "Even if I am starving."

"We all promised to lose five pounds before college, Bonnie," Elena said, picking up the latest issue of Cosmopolitan.

How to talk dirty.

The three words that turn a man on.

Threesome Confessional...

Was any of that magazine about empowering women and not about catering to a guy?

"Correction, you two made a promise and threw me into it. I don't want to lose five pounds."

I just wanted to enjoy my summer before college started. That meant sleeping in and staying up late. Partying hard and being free. Having fun. Something that seemed like more of a luxury than it should've been.

"Bonnie, I am not going to let you gain the freshman fifteen okay? So if we get a head start and lose weight now, we'll still look flawless if we gain it all back." Revealing her latest ensemble, Caroline sprang into the spotlight. "How do I look?"

My jaw fell and had this been a cartoon, a mile long tongue would've rolled out my agape mouth. What she had on was so small, I didn't know if it were actually a dress or a shirt. It hardly covered her and showcased every single asset she'd gotten during high school. Seriously, it left nothing to the imagination. Even Rihanna would've blushed had she seen the ensemble.

How do you tell your best friend that sometimes her tastes bordered cheap, motel 8 hooker?

"Where's the rest of it?" was my response.

"Prostitute." Elena swerved and made a left turn, taking a different approach than me. "Call girl. Streetwalker. Red light district. Prostitute."

Giving an exasperated growl that would've turned a lion into a mouse, Caroline made no attempt to change into something better. Instead she gave up and fell face first onto her bed, mimicking that one girl on the Ring right as she crashed into the rocky waters below the cliff.

"Everything I have is so... so high school," she cried. If that's what she considered high school, I'd hate to see what she planned on wearing this fall. "Is it so hard to find something that's sexy without bordering slutty? Preppy but not snobby? Intelligent and chic, but not nerdy all while embodying what it means to be Caroline Forbes? Elle Woods did it and I'm prettier than fucking Reese Witherspoon."

Legally Blonde was such a good movie.

"What you have now is better looking than anything you'll see on campus." Elena sympathetically rubbed her back. I took this opportunity to steal another taste of my face mask since Caroline was suffocating herself with an embroidered throw pillow.

Care was just being a drama queen. She knew that her clothes equalled four years worth of tuition so there wasn't a reason to complain. College kids were too busy fighting their roommates over ramen noodles to worry about fashion.

"Besides, college is about the experience and education. Not fashion," I said. "What are you two majoring in again?"

"Creative writing." I'd almost forgotten Elena wanted to become a writer and get her work onto the New York Times Best Seller list.

If it were possible, I think Caroline would've sunken even deeper into her bed. Kind of like Johnny Depp in Nightmare on Elm Street. Except without all the death and blood."Undeclared."

"Me too."

I'd rather wait a semester or two figuring myself out before jumping head first into a major. The idea may have scared some, but I was excited to not know what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I'd have the freedom to experiment. Trial and error.

"Think about it." Elena smiled. "Come this fall we'll all be roommates at Virginia U. How amazing is that."

My face became as white as the mask coating it. Thank god they couldn't see the color drain from me like I'd been in the presence of one serious apparition. And I'd felt so sick to my stomach as if I'd gotten off the Tower ofTerror.

How was I supposed to tell them that I didn't accept my admissions letter to Virginia University? That I'd secretly applied to USC and got in? Come fall I'd be three thousand miles away taking flight in the City of Angels.

Maybe now was the perfect time.

"You guys-"

"Out." Before I could utter another word, Damon Salvatore barged into the room without even knocking. He ignored our collective screams and gripes, waving his hand nonchalantly at the sound of the commotion and didn't bother to speak until our hyena-like screeching died down. "Caroline, Elena, leave."

"You do not come into my house and tell me what to do," Caroline scoffed, throwing a pillow at Damon who only dodged it. Elena sat back down onto the bed after seeing that Caroline wasn't going to budge. Was she actually going to listen to him in the first place?

"Fine. Witch-" Damon's eyes widened and his words shriveled as he turned to me. Not a creature stirred, not even a mouse, as he and I had our stare down. "What do you have on your face?"

I shouldn't have been embarrassed. I shouldn't have let what he thought about me make me want to go into hiding. But it did. The way his lips twitched into a smirk made my heart feel like it'd been stoned. And the twinkle in his eyes was enough to coerce me into buying a one way ticket back to Nova Scotia where I'd spend the rest of my days incognito.

"What do you need me for?" Pretending to be unaffected was the best solution.

The quick glance Damon gave to Caroline and Elena before shifting back to me let me know that it was something he didn't want anyone else to know about. The silence he allowed to spread over us was another clue. Something was going on. I wasn't going to risk outing him just yet, or tell him to go shove his problems and find another witch. Not until I knew how severe the situation was.

Tilting his head to the door beside him, silently behooving me to go with him, Damon left the room without saying another word. He was going to leave it in my hands on whether I'd go after him or not.

The decision was easy.

I'd take dealing with Damon over feeling guilty about not telling my friends I was leaving the state any day.

I wiped my facial away with a towel, ignoring how Caroline whined in protest over how I'd never have barely there pores. Standing, I gave my two best friends a reassuring smile before heading after the stubborn, inconsiderate vampire.

"I'll be right back."

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