Just a little idea that wouldn't go away. Take it or leave it. Hope you enjoy.
Kisses on Friday
The phone stopped ringing shortly after Bonnie's return to Mystic Falls. She buried her beloved grandmother, made peace with who and what she was becoming, and vowed to never allow another soul to feel the pain and loss she had experienced in such a short time. There had been changes in the people she once counted as friends and an extension of her family.
Elena had Stefan and Damon. Bonnie would never begrudge her that peace and sense of security. Her friend had been through too much. The death of her parents, the discovery of her adoption, and the knowledge that a man she'd addressed as uncle for all of her life was truly her father. Yes, she should have a boyfriend who supported her and cherished the heart she freely gave.
Caroline had Matt. Their relationship made Bonnie's eyes burn with tears. Not from sadness or pain, but pure unadulterated joy. Two of her favorite people in the world found each other. The cheerleader and football player, destined for a home full of happiness and laughter. Then things changed; a fateful night when Bonnie's morals outweighed the guidance of her heart. She sentenced her best friend to a life of darkness. She broke her Matt's heart. She gave Tyler Lockwood the only lover that could properly channel his rage.
Bonnie just wanted to know when it would be her turn.
People often mistook the brightness of Bonnie's smile as untainted joy. Rarely did they look below the surface at the little girl who still longed for her mother's arms and a father who could spend more than five minutes at a time with his daughter.
It's Friday.
No missed calls displayed on the screen of her cell. The last text in her inbox was from the video store reminding Bonnie to return the movie she rented the previous week. The emergencies have stopped. Damon's on a diet and dining nightly on Bambi in the hopes of returning to Elena's good graces. Caroline's blessed with a ring that allowed for daily trips in the sun to laugh and play while Tyler kissed and worshipped her lips, eyelids, and nose. Elena and Stefan are just that, Elena and Stefan; the power couple that cannot be destroyed.
The thoughts lingered as the bell chimed upon her entry into the store. Her eyes landed on Matt and Amy, playfully disagreeing over which flavor of Ben and Jerry's to buy for the evening adventure. She escaped discovery, ignoring the hurt look on Matt's face as she turned down another aisle. That familiar pang of jealousy and bitterness tightened in her chest. Her vision clouded and she wanted to cry and scream.
Instead she took her aggression out on the row of potato chips in front of her. She pounded the colorful arrangements before her, enjoying the damage her tiny fists caused.
"Some people eat their chips; others beat 'em."
The voice startled Bonnie and she nearly jumped from her skin. When she turned to face the stranger, she met a broad chest covered by a gray t-shirt. Her eyes followed the line a hairy arm that traveled upwards to grab a bag of Jalapeno Cheddar chips just above her head. He didn't say another word. He dropped the bag in his basket and headed to the register.
Realization didn't strike until she stood in the line next to his at the front of the store. It became completely obvious he was a Lockwood.
The air of superiority…
The strong presence…
Bonnie felt herself staring but she couldn't stop. He took his change from the cashier and walked backwards out the door, the slightest smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
There was no clear beginning.
Each and every Friday he showed up with a bag full of goodies. There were chips for him, ice cream for her, and an occasional pizza was thrown in the mix. The first few weeks they don't talk. They laughed when the mood hit them and the movie proved to be hilarious. Sometimes Bonnie cried and he would only watch her, silent, slightly entranced by her beauty.
"Why are you so sad," He finally inquired.
Bonnie thought she hid it well. No one had asked. Not even the grief counselor with the tortoise shell glasses. Maybe everyone thought the answer was obvious. She opened her mouth to explain and the words failed to come, but the tears continued to fall.
It felt good as hell to feel Mason's arms wrap around her in the embrace. She inhaled, taking in the woodsy smell of his scent. Her lids slid close when his lips met the top of her head.
Finally, she had someone even if only for a moment.
The first time they kissed he was the one to pull away. Her eyes rolled before he could even bring up their differences in age.
The argument wasn't new; they both felt the energy in the fleeting glances and brief brushes of their hands. She had caught him, watching her across the room while on dates with guys closer to her age. At the same time Bonnie burned with envy when he talked to Sheriff Forbes longer than absolutely necessary.
Too old…
Too young…
Those were the things he always said. He pushed her towards Tyler, Matt anyone that he thought might be strong enough and willing to make her happy. It always failed. Even when they were on the outs, Tyler's bond with Caroline was too strong to ignore. Matt would always be like a brother and never a boyfriend.
They weren't Mason.
Another Friday and Bonnie is surrounded by her friends; trapped in a circle full of phony laughter and fake happiness.
When their eyes met, Mason didn't look away. He settled at the bar, beer in hand, and Bonnie in his sights.
They indulge in their second kiss behind the Grill, hidden by the darkness of night. The sound of their tangled tongues was masked by the loudness of the crowd inside and the cars speeding from the parking lot. Her hands drifted to the sandy curls on his head.
"I'm tired of fighting you." He growled with the admission.
Bonnie cradled her head against Mason's neck as she whispered, "I'm tired of being alone."