So I'm trying something a little different this time. This story is from Elena's POV, but I think you will enjoy it and see why I made that decision. This is a one-shot, but I maaaaay be convinced to do a sequel.

I love weddings. I always have. I was never the type to dream about my wedding as a little girl, but I always appreciated the beauty of two people coming together and celebrating their love. So despite all the drama going on with our lives, I'm excited for Alaric's wedding, if for no other reason than having an excuse to dress up. I stand in the mirror and give myself a look-over, appreciating the cute bridesmaid dress that Jo picked for me. It's an emerald one shoulder stretch satin short dress, which I love because it accentuates my long legs. I'm sure Damon will love it, too.

I smile at the reflection over my shoulder, where said boyfriend is standing and smirking. I spin around and take him in. God, can he wear a suit. It's tailored to fit just so along his slim body and the skinny green tie that matches the color of my dress is the perfect touch.

"You clean up nice," he says as he pushes himself off the door frame.

"And you look devastatingly hot," I gush.

He half-grins and shrugs. "This old thing?"

He wraps his arms around my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck. I pull him in for a few kisses, which he happily returns. When I try to get a little frisky, though, he groans and pulls away.

"Elena," he says in that warning tone. "We have to get going or we'll be late."

"We're vampires," I say as I kiss along his jaw. "We'll have a quickie and then run there."

Damon chuckles and takes control of my wrists to pull me away. "What kind of best man would I be if I weren't there early to calm Ric's nerves? And you need to be there to help Jo. Make sure she's not barfing all over everything."

"You're such a romantic, Damon."

"It's why you love me." He offers his arm to me and nods his head towards the door. "Shall we?"

"We shall."

I loop my arm in his, feeling giddy and silly about how ridiculously happy I am when I'm with Damon. I know I can't remember all our times together but if I felt half as strongly then as I do now, I don't even need them to know that I'm crazy about him. We walk out together, arm in arm, to his Camaro and then we speed to the chapel where our friends are getting married. We share a kiss before we split up: Damon to Ric and me to Jo. I find her in the bride's room, touching up her makeup and sharing a cry with Liv.

"Jo, you look gorgeous," I say.

"Thanks, Elena. I hope you're not just saying that because I'm a blubbering pregnant mess."

The three of us laugh and I help Jo make sure everything is in place. When it's time for the ceremony to begin, I wish her good luck and allow the wedding coordinator to escort me to the front of the chapel. The front doors are closed but I can hear piano music from inside. The wedding planner hands me a bouquet of lilies, then ushers me inside. The aisle is covered in flowers, and the rows of pews on either side of the aisle are filled with people, some from Mystic Falls and some from Whitmore.

Everyone stands as I walk in, and for a fleeting moment, I imagine it's me walking down the aisle to get married. I smile at people as I walk, then my eyes catch Damon, who is already standing near the altar with Ric. He smiles at me, and my chest warms. In that second, all I can think about is the two of us getting married.

Damon keeps his eyes on me as I take my place opposite him and Ric and wait for Jo's grand entrance. "Here Comes the Bride" begins and everyone's attention turns to Jo. She's an absolute vision in white and the small baby bump she's rocking only adds to her beauty. Liv escorts her down the aisle and I can't pry the grin off my face because I'm so happy for her. I scoot back so she and Liv can take their spots, and when everyone sits down, the officiant begins to talk.

My eyes again float to Damon, wondering if he's feeling the same tingle in his chest that I am. I try to get his attention, but I see that he's looking at someone else in the crowd. His smile is still on his face but it's different. It's softer, not so Damon-y. I follow his gaze and my eyes land on Bonnie, who's sitting a few rows back on the end. I can't see much of her dress, but I can tell that her hair is perfect and so is her makeup. She looks completely gorgeous. I try to fight off the tiny feeling of insecurity that maybe she looks better than I do, but it's really hard to do when I see Damon wink at her and her response is an almost bashful, very un-Bonnie-like smile.

I can't stop the jealousy that creeps up my spine.

I've noticed how different they are together than before. Of course, I don't remember all of before so maybe they were closer than I think, but still. They didn't have secrets like they do now. They didn't lean on each other like they do now. And they definitely didn't look at each other like that and wink and smile.

I immediately seek out Jeremy in the crowd and once I spot him somewhere near the back, I resolve to make sure that he and Bonnie are back together by the end of the day. You know, just in case.

The ceremony goes on but I barely hear any of it because I'm too busy scheming about how I can get my best friend and brother in each other's good graces again. After Ric and Jo are pronounced man and wife and we all get together for pictures, I keep an eye out and I see that Jeremy has spotted Bonnie. I escape from the pictures just in time to get to Bonnie before he does.

"Hey, Bon," I say. "You look fantastic." And she does. As if her hair and makeup weren't flawless enough, the light purple short strapless chiffon dress she's wearing looks like it was made for her. It's feminine and sexy without being slutty. Bonnie's always been able to walk that line easily.

"Hey, thanks," she says with a big grin. "The ceremony was beautiful, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, kinda makes you think about getting married yourself, huh?"

"Yeah," she sighs with a kind of faraway look. I know it's crazy but I can't help wondering if the person she's envisioning is Damon. I'm officially paranoid.

"Bonnie," Jeremy says as he finally reaches us. Bonnie twirls around and they see each other for the first time in nearly a year. I'm nervous that maybe they will fight; Jeremy is still mad that she left without a proper goodbye and I'm pretty sure Bonnie knows that he wasn't exactly faithful while she was gone. But my fears are eased when Jeremy smiles and gets that googly-eyed look he always gets when it comes to Bonnie, and I know that at least he's still in love with her.

"Jeremy," she says softly, with a sweet smile. "It's good to see you."

"You look..." He eyes her from head to toe and I would think it's sexy if he wasn't my brother. "Freaking amazing."

She chuckles and shrugs. "Thanks. It's nice to dress up for a change."

He nods and there is an awkward silence, where none of us knows what to say. Then Jeremy nervously holds his arms out and asks, "can I hug you?"

Just like that, the awkwardness melts away and Bonnie looks touched.

"Of course you can."

She walks into his embrace and they both close their eyes as they hug tightly. I can't stop the grin on my face. Any doubt that they will find their way back to each other is gone right then, and I slip away to give them time to reunite. I'm walking back to Jo and Ric, who are still taking pictures outside of the chapel, and I see Damon leaning against one of the pillars and frowning like he smells farts.

"Hey, what's up with you?" I ask.

He gestures his head in the direction of Bonnie and Jeremy and asks, "what's up with them?"

It irks me that he cares, but I don't let him know that. I take his hand and intertwine our fingers.

"They're just reuniting."

"They're not getting back together, are they?" he asks, his nose turned up at the prospect.

My irritation flares and I snap with, "and so what if they are?"

Damon clenches his jaw and humphs, but doesn't say anything else. I manage to keep him away from them while everyone is still at the chapel, then the wedding coordinator directs us to head to the Lockwood mansion, where the reception is being held. Damon and I get into his car, and he frowns the whole way there. I think about calling him on it, asking him why the hell he is upset about Bonnie and Jeremy, but I don't want to draw attention to it or make it a bigger deal. Today is supposed to be about fun and love and I'm not going to let his sour mood bring us down.

Once we get to the mansion, the party is already going. People who hadn't been invited to the ceremony are already eating from the impressive buffet line and the tent set up on the massive lawn is already crowded with people dancing. There's a DJ blasting music loud enough for everyone in Mystic Falls to hear, and the atmosphere is so festive that even Damon shakes his grumpiness. He swipes some champagne from a waiter passing by and he hands me one.

"To a good time," he says.

"Cheers."

We clink glasses and I'm happy that he sticks by my side, at least until about an hour later when Bonnie appears. Damon and I are in the middle of a conversation, sitting at one the tables set up on the lawn, when Bonnie steps outside. It's like he has some kind of radar because his head immediately whips to her. I know I'm not imagining the way his eyes travel down her body and back up again, and his scowl returns when Jeremy appears right behind her. I swear that Bonnie can feel his staring because she turns and sees us and heads our way, reaching her hand back to bring Jeremy with her.

"Hey guys," she says cheerily.

"Hey yourself," Damon says, frowning slightly less than before. "I see you found little Gilly."

"Nice to see you, too, Damon," Jeremy says with an eye roll.

"Why don't you guys sit down?" I offer.

Jeremy pulls out a chair for Bonnie, and as the four of us sit at the small table, I feel like we are in some kind of bizarre love square and I'm the only one who notices.

"So when did you blow back into town, Jeremy?" Damon asks, sipping on the bourbon that ordered from the bar.

"Last night. I was thinking about not coming, but when I heard that Bonnie would be here, I decided to make the trip."

Jeremy gives Bonnie the big doe eyes, and she blushes slightly and looks down. Damon glares at Jeremy and looks like he might reach over the table and strangle him.

"So you're getting back together or what?" he asks.

Bonnie's head snaps up and she narrows her eyes at him. "That's a rude question," she says.

"I'm a rude person," he says with a shrug.

She cocks her head to the side and examines him and it seems like they have some kind of silent conversation going on because after a few seconds of that look, Damon sighs and mumbles a very insincere apology, then excuses himself to get more drinks.

"He's still a dick, I see," Jeremy says. "And he's being really protective of you," he says to Bonnie.

She waves her hand like it's nothing. "Tell me what you've been up to."

They talk about art school and Bonnie's return, and I listen only enough to convince myself that they do still have that vibe with each other. I pull out my phone to distract myself, but we are all interrupted when Damon slides four shots of bourbon along the table.

"On me," he says with a smile.

"What is this for?" Bonnie asks.

"Well, duh, witchy, this is a party and the objective is to get drunk."

"The objective is to have fun and celebrate our friends," she corrects.

"Didn't you just come back from the dead? I would think you'd want to live a little and get that stick out of your ass," he says.

Bonnie's nostrils flare and he smirks, and a challenge has been laid down. Without warning, Bonnie throws her shot back, then takes Jeremy's and drinks it too. Damon is grinning like an idiot when she wipes her mouth off and grimaces a little.

"Doesn't go down quite as smooth as my stuff, does it?" Damon asks, and I know for sure that I'm not the only one who catches a double meaning there because Jeremy wrinkles his nose.

"I'm a big girl. I can handle it," she says, and her voice sounds eerily flirtatious. She winks at Damon, and then turns to Jeremy and asks, "wanna dance?"

Jeremy follows like an obedient puppy and I turn to Damon, who is staring at them so hard that I think fire might come out of his eyes.

"So...you and Bonnie," I say, unsure of whether I should lay my thoughts on the table or not. "You guys are different."

"She's an annoying little witch," he says he drinks his shot. But there's no malice in his insult. In fact, it sounds downright affectionate. I am seriously about to throw my drink on him and leave, when he smiles at me and asks, "shall we, my lady?"

He offers his arm and gestures to the dance floor, and I know I shouldn't be so easy but I am. He can turn on the charm so quickly and I'm putty in his hands. I forget all my insecurities and take his arm. He leads me to the dance floor under the big white tent, where it's packed with people and music is playing loudly. He pulls me to his chest and smirks and gives me his undivided attention. It feels so nice that I don't even remember thinking that he might crushing on Bonnie.

At least an hour passes and we're still dancing and talking and having a great time. We take a short break and I notice Bonnie and Jeremy in the crowd. Jeremy's saying something in her ear and she throws her head back and laughs in a way that I haven't seen in a long time. My heart warms seeing her so happy. I know I've caused her a lot of pain and I'm genuinely pleased to see her letting loose for once.

"Bonnie looks happy," I say to Damon. "I'm glad. She deserves to have a good time."

Damon's eyes drift to her and he gets this look on his face that I think I've only seen a handful of times. There's a softness in his usually cold blue eyes and he says, "she deserves everything."

I don't know how to process that, but I don't have time to think about it because just as we're speaking of her, Bonnie looks our way. She waves at me, then smiles at Damon. He mouths to her "you owe me a dance." I know it's way too loud for her to hear him, but she nods anyway and crooks her finger for us to come over. I hesitate because I'm not too keen on the idea of the two of them dancing together, but Damon takes my hand and we walk to them. I'm relieved when we don't switch partners; we just hover in their atmosphere for a few songs until one song comes on and Bonnie and Damon snap their heads to each other. Bonnie breaks into a full-on grin and she says a quick "sorry" to Jeremy and grabs Damon's arm.

"It's our song!" she shouts over the music.

I furrow my eyebrows and ask Damon, "you two have a song?"

"Long story," he says as he waves his hand.

But Bonnie is bursting at the seams to tell me the backstory. "I caught Damon dancing to this in the kitchen!" She laughs and I can tell that she's probably consumed a few more drinks. She's more carefree than usual, her smile is permanent and she's swaying to the beat that I now recognize as some Salt-N-Pepa song.

"If you'll excuse me," Damon says to me, "I've got to dance with Bon-Bon."

I don't get the chance to voice my disapproval before he lets me go and holds his hands out for Bonnie, who takes them eagerly. Jeremy looks as confused as I feel and we watch as the two of them kind of circle each other, taking turns saying the lyrics of the song, starting with Damon.

"I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due, to the man that's made a difference in my world."

"And although most men are hos, he flows on the down low cuz I never heard about him with another girl," Bonnie says.

They go back and forth with the words, not really dancing but just singing to each other and laughing. I want to be mad but I have to admit that they are kind of cute. Almost like brother and sister. I convince myself that their closeness is sibling-like and my uneasiness from before melts away. I can appreciate how silly they are together and I'm strangely happy for them. I even bounce along and clap, determined not to be irritated when Damon boops Bonnie's nose and says, "you so crazy," and they both stop and say, "I think I wanna have your baby."

Damon does his stupid little two-step shuffle that he always does, and I smile when he turns around and backs his butt into Bonnie and attempts to twerk. Bonnie is laughing really hard, begging him to stop "putting his bony ass" on her. He finally gives up and then turns and holds his hands out, as if to tell her it's her turn. She shakes her head and waves her hands, but he grabs those hands and spins her until her back is pressed to his front. Even over the music, my vampire hearing picks up on him saying, "come on, Bon-Bon. Show me what you got."

It is at this moment that I begin to panic. I imagine that Damon doesn't know how good a dancer Bonnie is. After all, she's always the responsible one and rarely has the chance to let it all hang out. But the truth is that the girl can get down. And when she's had a few drinks in her, the moves become uninhibited. I've known many a boy that were left with an uncomfortable situation after dancing with Bonnie. The thought of that happening with Damon sends ice water through my veins.

"You can't handle me," Bonnie warns him, even though she is swaying in his arms.

"Put it on me, judgey," he whispers in her ear.

I want to stop it, but my rational side is telling me not to make it a bigger deal than it is. It's just Bonnie and Damon, dancing. Bonnie needs to have a good time. I can't ruin it.

Still, it's hard to restrain myself when Bonnie finally gives in to Damon's goading and she methodically rotates her hips in time with the beat, pressing her butt directly into his crotch. Damon follows her lead as she gets him into her rhythm. At first, that's all they do. But then she surprises him (and me) by slowly slinking her body down as far as her short dress will allow her, then coming back up and turning her ass into a weapon that no man can withstand. I hear an "umph" from Damon and he gets a tight grip on her waist, holding on so she doesn't knock him over with the sheer force of her behind. Their silly mood evaporates and he gets a serious look on his face when she reaches back and threads her fingers into his hair and continues to grind on him.

"Am I the only one wondering what the hell is going on here?" Jeremy asks.

I'm so mad, I can't even respond. I'm seeing red as Bonnie keeps working her magic on Damon, and he looks like he's enjoying it way too much. I try to console myself by realizing that it can't get worse.

And then, of course, Damon makes it worse.

When he's had enough of Bonnie putting it on him, he stops her movements and turns her around. He pulls her to him so that her front is crushed against his, and then he reaches down and grabs one of her legs. He lifts that leg up to his waist, holding it there and squeezing her thigh. He swirls his hips into her so that their lower halves are grinding as close as they can possibly get. They stare at each other in a way that is absolutely not brotherly or sisterly and I wonder if they even hear the music anymore.

I want to scream or yell or stomp off but I'm so shocked by what I'm seeing that I'm rooted to the ground. The two of them used to to hate each other, and now they're basically screwing on the dance floor. In front of me and Jeremy.

It seems as though the song will never end, and when it finally does, Damon slowly releases his grip on Bonnie's thigh and she drags it down his leg until her foot is on the ground again. He says something that I don't catch, and Bonnie smiles. I can tell from the blush in her face that she's turned on, and from the redness at the tip of his ears, so is he. He nuzzles her neck and says something else, and for a brief second, her eyes flutter shut and she rubs her cheek on his. They are incredibly slow to separate, and when they do, Damon kisses the inside of her palm and she looks at him in a way that I've only seen her look at one other person: Jeremy.

Then I realize something that I haven't before.

My best friend and my boyfriend have feelings for each other.

And I have no idea what to do about that.