Chapter 2

-Single and loving it! By Ruth South-

You are a Go Getter!

A journey to self discovery is no easy task, but in order to reach that lifetime fulfilment you will first have to let go of all previous inhabitations! No one ever said facing your fears would be easy...But that does not mean you can't overcome them!

- Single and loving it! By Ruth South-

Bonnie had to confront Elena.

Only thing was how exactly do you walk up to your best friend and accuse her of having an affair with her husband's brother?

Yet, how could she not? She had just felt the brunt of such deceit, knew the shock before the hurt really set in. If not for her own conscious but for Stefan, who probably had no idea he had invited temptation into his home in the form of one Damon Salvatore?

You'd think Stefan of all people would know what a trouble maker Damon is, Bonnie herself had learnt that the hard way years ago.

She really hoped it was Jet lag accompanied by a long bus drive that had messed up her eye sight and she was simply hallucinating. She did not want to believe her best friend could do something so...shady.

With a heavy sigh Bonnie finally stepped out her room, now fully dressed for the day she was ready to confront Elena. She hesitated, she wasn't a confrontation person in fact she avoided them. Hated how they could get all tense and awkward at the drop of the hat. What if Elena was having an affair? It wasn't her business...

Then again wasn't that what every one of her so called friends had said when she found out about Troy's infidelity? Well Bonnie was going to make it her business, one day down the line Stefan would thank her and much further down that same line so would Elena.

So Bonnie walked to Elena's door deciding to just get it over and done with, "Elena?" she asked after a brief knock.

"Down here," Elena called out from another room down the passage. Bonnie headed there and for a moment just stood by the door watching Elena as she tried to get the dress over Gemma's head.

"Hey Bons," Elena said looking up to her with a smile.

How could such an innocent face be that of an adulterous? Somewhere under all the pink ruffles and brunette curls a small hand waved at Bonnie.

"Hey, is that little Gemma?" she asked walking into the girly room. It was so like Elena to have the room literally covered in pink.

Elena laughed, fixing the dress, "Yep, only she isn't so little anymore," she said turning back to her daughter, "Tell Aunt Bonnie how old you are my bunny,"

"Drei!" Gemma exclaimed showing Bonnie three fingers, her grin showing two missing front teeth.

When Elena began to brush her hair, the little girl began to squirm until with a roll of her eyes Elena placed down the hairbrush.

"Okay go down, just don't-" Elena said but her words were lost to the toddler who whizzed past Bonnie, "run..."

"Still doesn't speak English?" Bonnie asked with a smile.

Elena sighed and shook her head, "She refuses to speak anything but German, half the time I don't even know what she's blabbering about," she said, "and I blame Paula,"

"The German nanny?"

"Yep, and Stefan encourages it," Elena replied warily brushing back her hair as she stood up

Talking about Stefan...

"So I saw Damon stepping out your room last night?" Bonnie began leaning against the door jam.

And because she was nervous it came out more like a question then a statement. Okay that wasn't exactly the way to start a confrontation, but she was still a novice at this.

Elena frowned, "Oh he wanted some Anvil, you know Damon can't do anything for himself," she replied easily with a shrug.

Bonnie sighed in relief, of course it was something totally frivolous like that not an affair. She'd just jumped into conclusions. It made perfect sense for Damon to search for headache pills in Elena's room in the middle of the night and not the medicine cabinet. Perfect sense.

Inwardly Bonnie pushed down the nagging doubt, Elena wouldn't lie to her, right? I mean her and Stefan had that everlasting love novels were based on, for couples like them an affair was unfathomable...

"Johnathan Salvatore!" Elena exclaimed spotting her son before he could sneak pass behind Bonnie, "Why aren't you ready for school?"

The six year old groaned still clad in his pjs, "But I went yesterday and the day before that," he whined.

"And you still have two more days before it's the weekend," Elena said warily.

Bonnie thought his face would literally fall off, "What is with this school anyways?" he demanded, "Does it never end?"

Bonnie smiled, wondering how two model people like Elena and Stefan had wound up with such a rebel.

"Not until you're eighteen," Elena said using an indulgent tone.

"Eighteen?!" he exclaimed, "So much for having rights," he grumbled before looking up to Bonnie with hopeful eyes, "Aunt Bonnie how do I get emancipated?"

"Johnathan!" Elena exclaimed.

"One of these days lady I'm setting the feds on you," Jacques said before storming off.

"More than you can handle?" Bonnie asked with a smile.

Elena rolled her eyes picking up some of the toys littering the floor, "You have no idea, just last month he was convinced he had cancer," she said shaking her head.

"Cancer?"

"Yep even went as far as chopping off masses of his hair," Elena replied shaking her head, "Stefan had to shave what little was left,"

Bonnie laughed, "Oh dear so how did you get him out of it?"

"Got his paediatrician to give him these vitamin tabs, he thought was part of his chemotherapy," Elena admitted ruefully.

"What are you feeding your kids Elena?" Bonnie asked amused.

"I ask myself that all the time," Elena replied, "Talking about food, I'm hosting dinner tonight and invited Caroline,"

Bonnie grimaced, "No offence but her and I don't have that much in common," she said.

And it was true sure they'd been friends but Bonnie had always felt that Elena was the one that had glued them together. Plus once Bonnie had left their contact had dwindle until it was texts on birthdays and Christmas.

"Come on, I'm sure it won't be as awkward as you think,"

Bonnie gave Elena a look. How can dinner consisting of her, Caroline and Damon not be awkward?

"Just don't mention Matt," Elena added as an afterthought.

"Why not?"

"Well they recently broke up and she's a bit touchy on the subject," Elena answered wrinkling her nose slightly.

"And suddenly we have a lot more in common," Bonnie quipped making Elena laugh.

/

Bonnie padded to the pool area, her book tucked under her arm and her Chanel's shading her eyes from the sun. After deciding to postpone her house hunting for tomorrow she'd figured she could pass the day lazing by the pool while Elena ran errands.

Plus this was part of her whole 'avoiding Damon' thing.

She flopped into a chaise and was just arranging the pillow behind her, when a splash brought her head up. Curious she lowered her sun glasses.

She watched transfixed as first a mop of dark hair emerged from the clear waters, followed by a face then the shoulders and rest of the body clad only in short black trunks.

She knew now how Damon had passed his time, working out! Sure he had been okay when she left but five years and weights could do amazing things to a body... apparently. She thought as she tried not to literally soak him in.

He climbed out the pool and headed towards her, dripping wet like this was some fragrance ad, "Bon Bon just the girl I've been looking for," he said as way of greeting before flopping on the lounger opposite her, their knees almost touching.

It was like water had been poured over her undersexed hormones and reminded her why she did her best to avoid Damon, "funny, I've been doing the exact opposite," she said warily.

Damon ran a hand through his hair, pushing back the wet bangs. Had his eyes always been so blue? Bonnie wondered.

"You may find this hard to believe but I did miss you," he said his tone light, brushing aside her comment.

Bonnie arched an eyebrow at him, "Really? I mean you never called, never texted, didn't follow me on Twitter and you sure as hell never friended me on Facebook..." she drawled before leaning back into her lounger.

"Didn't you say we weren't friends?" he asked with a grin causing Bonnie to shoot him a glare, "So you finally left the jerk..." he added after an awkward silence fell between.

Bonnie frowned she hadn't even confided in Elena yet and she doubted Damon was the one to unburden her troubles on, "How did you figure I left him, gossip has it he left me?" she asked more casually.

"Because you could have grinned and bared it, but you didn't," he replied simply, "best thing you've ever done Bon Bon,"

Bonnie was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable, jerk Damon she could handle but Damon who seemed like he gave a care was a whole new equation she had no solution for, "Well I'm just glad to have it done with," she said when the silence between them stretched for a bit.

"Listen about last night, I was just surprised to see you and didn't mean to-"he began and that was as close as an apology she'd ever get from him.

Bonnie waved it off cutting him mid sentence, "It's okay Damon, I'm over it," she said dismissively.

Damon stared at her for a moment then his glance shifted to her lap where her book lay, "Single and loving? Is this some kind of a joke?" he asked clearly finding amusement in it.

Glad to have the old Damon back, Bonnie slapped his advancing hand away and covered her book, "You could learn a lot from it," she said.

"Honey, I perfected being a bachelor don't need some wacked lady telling me how to live," he said leaning slightly into her space.

Bonnie pushed him back, ignoring the feel of wet skin on her fingertips, "I'm not your honey Damon," she said dryly when she realized she had no smart come back.

"You could be," he taunted.

"Does that actually work on women?" Bonnie asked incredulous.

"You tell me, you're the first one I've tried it on,"

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "I think you've been under the song too long," she replied shaking her head.

"And you are no more fun," Damon chided, "what happened to the old Bonnie, you know the one who-"

"She grew up Damon and is enjoying a stress free life of being single," Bonnie said cutting him off before he started digging up the past.

Damon laughed and stood up, grabbing a towel with him, "Believe me Bon Bon no one loves being single," he said drying his hair.

Bonnie was glad he didn't push it, seems she wasn't the only one that had done some growing in the years.

"Well I'll take the trained psychologist's advice over yours any day,"

He grinned heading for the house, "Let's see if you feel the same way a month from now," he drawled.

Bonnie rolled her eyes watching his retreating back. She probably shouldn't but curiosity got the best of her and she dropped her eyes to his backside. Not bad at all Salvatore. She mused silently.

"And Bonnie?" Damon began his back still turned as he paused at the threshold. Guiltily Bonnie averted her gaze from his sexy ass, glad he had his back turned to her, "Stop checking out my ass, seriously," he added voice laced with amusement before entering the house.

"Cocky jerk," Bonnie muttered but couldn't prevent the grin that tucked at the corners of her mouth.