1994 Bamon One Shot.
a/n italicized means Bonnie's line, normal means Damons, bold means both of them.
Bonnie sat at the kitchen table, once again doing the crossword puzzle for millionth time and every single time at that exact moment Damon would be at the stove making pancakes. Which he knew she getting sick of, but he continued to cook them every morning, and every morning she would eat them.
"Alright, I am going to blow my head off if I do this thing again." She sighed, tossing the newspaper across the room and Damon chuckled as it flew over his head and crashed into the window over the sink.
"You say that every day." He retorted as he flipped another pancake onto the plate besides the stove.
"I'm well aware." Bonnie glared at him, her dark hair brushing against her cheeks as she tilted her head to the side.
"Turn on some music then, there's a CD already in the radio." Damon offered, licking some raw pancake batter off his thumb.
Bonnie got up and pushed the ON button on the old clunky stereo system before pushing the PLAY button and starting over to the table. It took a few seconds for the beat of the music to start playing but the second it did, Damon's face lit up just a little and he started swaying back and forth while pouring more pancake batter.
She gave him a weird look and he wiggled his eyebrows at her.
"Oh come on, lighten up."
"Sure." Bonnie mock smiled.
Damon rolled his eyes and just when she was about to turn around and leave the room, he pulled the spatula up to his face as he danced.
"It's not unusual to be loved by anyone."
Bonnie snorted, but he slid across the floor a little over to her and held a hand out playfully as he continued singing along with the music.
"It's not unusual to have fun with anyone!"
"But when I see you hanging around with anyone, it's not unusual to see me cry."
He mock stabbed himself in the stomach with the next line, "I wanna die."
"Oh my god!" Bonnie laughed, and Damon whacked her on the head gently, urging her to play along.
Stealing the spatula from his hand in one quick motion, Bonnie stood kind of awkwardly as she continued the song.
"It's not unusual to go out at anytime, and when I see you out and about it's such a crimeee"
Damon grinned as he watched her start to get a little more comfortable, twisting her socked feet along the kitchen floor.
"If you should ever wanna be loved by anyone, it's not unusual, it happens everyday, no matter whatcha say. You find it happens all the time!"
She danced along the floor, and within a second they were both doing the Carlton throughout the kitchen, spinning and grinning wildly as they sung.
"Love will never do, what you want it to. Why can't this crazy love be mineeee!?"
Bonnie laughed losing her breathe and tossing the spatula across the room as she danced.
They both spun around the kitchen as the music break played, neither of them paying attention to the pancake clearly burning in the skillet. Damon wiggled his brows at her and she laughed again.
"It's not unusual to be mad with anyone." he continued and Bonnie put on a fake angry face, holding her fists up at him.
"It's not unusual to be sad with anyone!"
Damon almost lost his balance laughing at the frowny face she made at that line and then picked back up dancing around her in a circle as she started singing with him.
"But if I guess I find that you've changed at any time. It's not unusual to-"
They both took a breathe but Damon was the finish the last line of the song, as they slid across the kitchen again.
" - find out I'm in love with you."
"Woahh, woahh, woahhh..."
Bonnie blinked staring at him, then doing the last very quiet, "Ohh." of the song until suddenly they were standing face to face in a silent room.