Hey you!
I know I have already some work in progress but I saw this old french show last night and the story was screaming Bamon, so I wrote it down.
English isn't my first language so bear with me.
TVD and its characters are not mine if they were we wouldn't watching that train wreck.
Good reading
In her luxurious penthouse in TriBeCa, Bonnie was sweating on her elliptical trainer while her mother was attempting to talk to her.
Damn it Mum! You're ruining my cardio. Bonnie thought to herself as she was trying to keep up the rhythm. It was part of her job. As a model, she had to stay in good shape.
"Bonnie! This is important!" Bonnie's mother exclaimed over the electronic music.
"Ten more minutes Mum." Bonnie said sighing, obviously annoyed.
Abby Bennett grabbed the remote control that was on the bar counter just besides her and pressed the stop button. Tear you down by Brookes brothers was no longer flooding the room and Bonnie immediately stopped what she was doing.
"Mother! What the hell?" Bonnie snapped trying to catch her breath.
"Do I have your attention now?" Abby asked, her hands on her hips. She was starting to get really impatient. Her only daughter never seemed to get time for her lately.
"You have five minutes." Bonnie said looking at her watch.
Abby was just about to give to her daughter a piece of her mind concerning her rude behavior but figured that Bonnie wouldn't listen, so she decided to go straight to the point instead.
"Bonnie… Sweetheart…" She trailed off, hesitating. "Your grandfather named you in his will. You need to sign some legal documents before a notary. You're flying to Honolulu tomorrow morning, pack your stuff!"
"You know I can't do that! I have a shooting for the Harper's Bazaar cover tomorrow."
"And if I remember right for his funeral it was the Vogue September issue!"
"Well newsflash this is the job! Besides what was the point? It's not like being there at his funeral was going to bring him back!" Bonnie said harshly.
"When did you become so cold and cynical?"
"I can't do modeling eternally. I need to get everything I can. I'm not getting any younger you know. It's not personal. It's just about getting my priorities straight." Bonnie replied.
"Wh… This is ridiculous, you're barely twenty."
"Mum, I'm not going and this is final." Bonnie said firmly.
Abby took a few seconds to collect her thoughts. She was taken aback by her daughter's cold reaction. Even if Bonnie tended to be distant the last few years, Abby wouldn't have in million years predict that her daughter would refuse to claim what her grandfather had left to her.
"You know I've always been proud of my beautiful, smart, humble and kind-hearted daughter." Abby paused. "But this one in front of me? Not so much." She said looking right into her daughter eyes. "For the very first time, I'm relieved that your father is no longer with us. Because my girl; it would have shattered his heart!" She added on the edge of tears, a lump in her throat.
Abby looked one last time at her daughter until she couldn't anymore. Then she left the plane ticket to Hawaii on the counter bar before she disappeared. Hoping that Bonnie would eventually come to her senses.
Damon was having a lounge in the sun, bare-chested on the private beach. Life had never been so sweet. The place was heavenly, a beach with fine sand, turquoise water, and above all, it was peaceful and quiet. It was the postcard cliché.
"I never want to live this place." Damon spoke, his eyes closed, after he had heard Rebekah sat next to him.
"I know right? With our luck, the heir's gonna be a real pain and make our lives a living hell." Rebekah replied while she put on some sun screen.
"We've never had a hideout like this." Damon stated.
"It sure is better than that hideous mobile home in the very depths of Iowa." Rebekah acknowledged with a disgusted look on her face as she recalled the terrible place. "I tell you this, for the very first time in my life, I'm afraid of the future." She confessed.
"Relax Bekx."
"So you're not nervous about this? Even the slightest? What if he fire us?"
"Don't worry, I'll handle it." Damon tried to reassure her. "Besides maybe he is a she, and in that case it's gonna be total piece of cake."
"Why? Because you and your stupid face are irresistible?" Rebekah teased him. She was looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Duh! I mean look at me." Damon said showing himself off with his hands. "Icy blue eyes, chiseled jawline, perfect six pack… What else would you need?" Damon asked with his trademark smirk.
"Aren't you tired of yourself sometimes?"
"Never. Why?" Damon replied looking at her innocently.
"You're so full of shit!" Rebekah said half smiling, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.
"You know you love me."
Rebekah hated clichés. She hated them so much that when she started to read a book, only one page was enough to know if she was going to read it in its entirety. A good-looking character firstly described by the color of its eyes and that was it, she would close it as fast as she could. And yet the first time she had met Damon, the only thing she could see was those two bright topaz resting on his face. You just couldn't look away.
Damon didn't need to brag about his look. Rebekah was fully aware of his ridiculous attractiveness. She found it sickening.
"Where's Rytchenkov?" Damon asked Rebekah a few seconds later.
"He's with Ric'."
"The trial is in a week, this mission is almost over."
"Do you happen to know who are we gonna have to protect after this?"
"I have no idea and I don't care as long as we're staying here." Damon answered before he put his straw hat on his face, making clear that he was about to take a nap.
Bonnie and Stefan were wandering in Time Square, sipping their iced green tea latte from Starbucks. If they had raised their head, they could have contemplated themselves on a huge ad for Levi's.
Their hands were full of bags from different stores.
Bonnie had met Stefan during her first casting four years ago. Stefan was sat waiting for his turn when he heard someone singing She's so high by Tal Bachman completely out of tune. He turned his head towards the terrible voice, half smiling, and here she was, her headphone on her head, wearing unlikely 90s jeans that probably nobody besides her could have pull it off, with an old shapeless t-shirt. Her Converse were full of holes and her tight chocolate curls were all over the place. She clearly wasn't from this world. She just stood out from the crowd.
When she had realized that she was singing out loud, she returned the smile and went to sit next to him. They had started to speak about everything and nothing, she had liked his unique sense of humor and he had found her good-natured demeanor and childish laugh refreshing. They were inseparable since that day.
"My brain just produced a disturbingly violent thought." Stefan spoke out of the blue.
"Such as…" Bonnie trailed off.
"What if Elena disappeared… accidentally?" Stefan spilled out while they were still walking.
"You don't want to kill your soon to be ex-wife Stef." Bonnie rolled her eyes taking another sip of her latte. "You can't even squash a tiny little spider. You're too good, one of the last good ones. I'm even surprised that your brain can produce such a thought."
"I know, me too."
"Soon, it will over." Bonnie tried to reassure her best friend.
"Bon', she wants the cat." Stefan said too dramatically.
"Hell! I'll help you to get rid of the body." Bonnie snapped in an almost serious tone. "I thought the bitch couldn't stand it?"
"She can't. She just want to piss me off. She know I love my cat so suddenly she wants it." Stefan replied. "I know that you and Jeremy are great but I'll tell you this, whatever you do, don't ever, and I mean ever under any circumstances get mar…" Stefan started to say before he saw a headlines on a tabloid that left him speechless.
"What?"
"Congratulations, and here I thought that you were telling me everything." Stefan pointed at the headline.
TOP MODEL BONNIE BENNETT AND ACTOR JEREMY GILBERT ARE FINALLY MAKING IT OFFICIAL
"What the fuck?!" Bonnie yelled. She immediately took her phone to call her boyfriend.
Stefan was watching her with an amused look on his face while she was waiting for Jeremy to pick up his phone, clenching her jaw. He knew her like the back of his hand. Now she was furious and she was here for blood and she wouldn't stop until heads will roll.
"Hey it's me." She said, her face relaxing a bit when she heard his voice. "We have a problem… Apparently we're engaged now…" She tried to joke glancing quickly at Stefan. "God I hate them, it's everywhere…" She fumed. "You don't seem surprised…" She wondered at his calm voice. "WHAT!… Are you out of your fucking mind?" She shouted. "You're gonna play this game by yourself. I'm done, we're done. I'm going out of New York for a few days when I'm back I want you and your stuff out of my place." Bonnie said in one breath and hung up the phone. Jeremy had just been beheaded.
"What's the matter with you?"
"Would you believe that the son of a bitch was the one behind all of this?"
"I've never liked him."
"How would you feel about you and me far away from the City in a sunny place for a few days?" Bonnie asked her friend.
"I'd say that I wouldn't mind to get away from the madness." Stefan shrugged.
"Fine we're flying to Hawaii tomorrow first thing in the morning."
She needed to get some air. In the City she was literally suffocating. Those legal documents that she had to sign in Honolulu came just at the right time.
So? Should I continue? Please tell me what you think about it.