So, I'm pretty sure it's been like a year or something. A really long time, and believe it or not, I'm starting a new story.:3 They're just songfic drabbles to satisfy my angst deprived, fangirl needs. I'm 16. What do you expect.
This song is Move Along, by the All American Rejects. It's super old, I know, but I love the singer, and one of my teachers lives next door to him and I was freaking out. I'll post all the lyrics before the story, as well. And I'm dead serious this time that I'll be updating other stuff soon. It's my personal reward to myself getting back on track in school.:)
Lyrics:
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
When everything is wrong, we move along
When everything is wrong, we move along
Along, along, along
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Right back what is wrong
We move along
It'd been two and a half weeks, and yet she still stayed in bed, mourning the loss of her relationship. It had been exactly ten days since it ended, and she remembered it as though it was yesterday.
FLASHBACK:
She walked into the boarding house, excited to see her Damon. She was headed to the living room to drop her purse and head up to his room, and that's when she saw it.
To say she was shocked was an understatement. Damon and Elena were kissing on the couch. She gasped, which alerted the both of them to her presence. "What the hell is this?" she shouted at the two of them, tears making tracks down her cheeks.
Elena flinched at her tone, whereas Damon stood up. "Redbird, I'm so sorry. I never meant for you to find out like this."
"You mean this isn't a first time?" She was answered by an empty silence that screamed no much louder than words ever could. "So, how long as this been going on?" She just wanted to kill the silence that gave her much more of an answer than she ever desired. The minutes passed by in an uncomfortable silence, during which they all took turns staring at each other.
"Bonnie, you know I love you, but I need Elena. A part of you had to have known that we would never last. I mean, you're so sweet and innocent; you deserve so much better than me."
"Don't tell me what I deserve. I deserve you. I love you. I need you." Bonnie couldn't grasp what was happening.
"I'm sorry. I wish there were another way, but this is the end for us."
Bonnie collapsed into sobs. Damon approached her to try to put a comforting arm around her shoulders. She scooted away, though, before he could make contact. "Don't touch me."
That was when Elena made herself known. "Bonnie, I'm so sorry. I really hope we can still be friends after this. "
She didn't even dignify that with an answer. She merely stood up and grabbed her things. With the last of her dignity, she stood up, head held high and walked out the door, ignoring their pleas to come back and discuss what had just transpired.
END OF FLASHBACK
In a way, she supposed, Damon was right. She had never felt a sure certainty that their love was forever, but being so naïve and inexperienced in that category, she'd gone along with what had felt right at the time. However, all she was doing by staying in the house was proving to them all just what a grasp he had on her. She was determined to prove them wrong.
He did have a strong pull over her, but no one was going to find that out; especially not Elena and Damon. If Stefan could make it, so could she. When it came down to difficult moments like this in her life, she knew she could handle it. It was just a matter of calling on the strength deep inside yourself that no one sees. The strength that goes completely underrated and unnoticed as it gets you through the hardest points in your life.
So with that in mind, she met everyone for lunch at a local restaurant, dressed to the nines. Stefan came alone, along with Bonnie. Of course, Damon and Elena came in holding hands and Bonnie glanced over to gauge his reaction. His gaze seemed to harden, but he showed no physical trace that he was upset; neither would she. And that was that.
It was just about the end of the meal, when a young man approached them. He was dressed in a suit with slightly messy, short hair. When he spoke, he had a gorgeous British accent. Bonnie was so focused on that, that she didn't even realize that he was speaking to her until Meredith gave her arm a small tap.
She jumped a little and realized he was asking her a question. Bonnie only caught the second half though. "-so, what do you think?"
Not wanting to look stupid, she merely nodded. That was when Damon had to butt in. "Absolutely not. You don't even know this boy," emphasis on the boy part, "For all you know, he could be a serial killer."
"I'm Max. Max Irons; now you know me." He smirked at the redhead.
"Because that doesn't scream creepy." Damon muttered. "You're not going and that's final."
Bonnie was so done with him still telling her what to do after all he'd put her through. "You know what, Damon, I'm done listening to you. You're not going to tell me what to do anymore; this is my life and I fully intend to do whatever I please. You're not my father and you're sure as hell not my boyfriend." It still hurt slightly, but she wouldn't let it show.
"But Bonnie," Damon had a sad tone hidden in his tone, "You love me."
"I may have loved you, but like you said, we're over. I've moved on, and so should you." She turned her back for the last time and never once turned around. For if she had, she would've noticed several things: Stefan's angry glares towards his brother, Elena clinging on Damon's arm like the leech she was, but most of all, she would've seen the heartbroken expression on his face as realization hit him that he couldn't take back the decision he'd made. And that's what hurt the worst.
So, that was one. I plan on doing more and they may or may not stem from certain other ones. Like I have three ideas for where this could go, and I may do all, one, or none. I'll just have to see what If you guys have ideas or something, review or PM me. Or even story ideas or something; I'm really good at starting stuff, just not so much finishing...:P