A/N: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I am overwhelmed with joy from the amazing feedback that everyone gave me on the first chapter of this story. It's my first Vampire Diaries story, and this is all new to me, so the fact that everyone of you that reviewed, alert, and favorite the story. It means the world of me. I have decided to extend the story to six parts instead of five.

Oh, and I forgot to do something last chapter:

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plotline, because if I did own VD, Damon would do nothing but sex it up with Bonnie ;)

~Love, Alex

[PART 2/6]

Twenty-three year old Bonnie Bennett stepped off the train of the Mystic Falls Train Station. Bonnie smiled, taking in the sight of her Hometown. It was the same as it had been five years ago when she'd first left to go to college in California after graduation. Most of the people she knew in high school stayed in Mystic Falls, but Bonnie didn't want that for herself. After Bonnie's parents divorced her senior year of high school, her mother moved to California and her father relocated with his new wife into the city just outside of Mystic Falls. Bonnie had been. back to her Hometown briefly to visit her grandmother, Grams, as Bonnie liked to call her and best friend, Elena.

"Bonnie!" a voice from the crowd screamed. Bonnie's emerald eyes scanned the crowd, until they landed on her best friend since Elementary school. A huge smile spread across Bonnie's face.

"Elena-bean!" Bonnie squealed with joy, flinging her arms around her friend. "I missed you."

"Bon-Bon, I missed you, too," Elena declared as the two girls hopped up and down in the middle of the train station. With one last squeeze, the girls pulled away from each other happily.

"Let me see that rock," Bonnie said, searching for the engagement ring Elena had described to her over the phone. Bonnie hadn't seen Elena since the proposal. Elena smiled, flashing the platinum diamond engagement ring. It was a 0.30 carat, G colored, VS1 clarity, with a brilliant round diamond. It was set with six prongs that were part of a overall design. There was etching scribed in the shank of a floral pattern. "OH MY GOD!"

"I know!" Elena beamed, smiling happily at the ring on her left hand. "Stefan said it was a family heirloom. It's been in his family since 1847."

"Elena-bean, I want one," Bonnie whined, staring dreamily at the ring on her friend's finger.

"A ring? Or a Salvatore?" Elena asked jokingly, as she and Bonnie made there way out of the station.

"Either one is fine with me," Bonnie stated, placing her suitcase in the back of Elena's SUV. It was Stefan's but he preferred Elena to drive it around. He thought it was much more safer than her own car.

"Seeing how there is a selective group of Salvatore's, I think the ring would be easiest to get," Elena laughed, slipping into the driver's seat.

The two girls chatted, while driving through their Hometown. They occasionally stopped to pick up coffee at their favorite coffee shop. The girls would go there everyday during their high school years. Elena was doing the best she could at keeping Bonnie away from the house for as long as possible while the house was being clean. Once Stefan had text her saying the house was clean, Elena drove back to the Manor.

Shutting the off the car, Elena turned to her friend, "I have to warn you about Damon before we go inside."

Bonnie's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What's up?"

"You know I hate him, right?" Bonnie nodded, remembering the countless phone calls where Elena expressed her hate for Stefan's older brother. "Well, I never told you that he lived here."

Bonnie's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "Really?"

"Yeah. After that fight with Caroline, Stefan said it was okay for me to move in with them," Elena explained hesitantly. "Just do me a huge favor and stay away from him."

Bonnie nodded. Although Elena's warning, was making her slightly more interested in meeting the eldest Salvatore. "Okay, but won't that be impossible with him living here?"

"Yeah, but it's a really big house," Elena smiled hopefully. She spotted Stefan standing in the entryway of the house, and the two girls hopped out of the car.

"Bonnie, hey," Stefan greeted, wrapping the petite girl in his arms. "How are you?"

"Hey, Stefan, I'm doing good." Bonnie smiled, watching as Stefan grabbed her suitcases from the trunk. "But not as good as Elena. I saw the rock, and it has been best friend approved."

"Well, I'm glad it was," Stefan smiled.

Bonnie held the heavy wooden door open for him, as he carried her bags into the house. Bonnie looked around the foyer, taking in the old-fashioned décor. It was like something out of a fairytale, a house made for a princess. Bonnie used to pass by the house on her way out of town when she visited her dad during the holidays. Bonnie would always image what it looked like behind the mahogany door and well painted walls. And as she stood there looking inside of the house for the first time, Bonnie was far from disappointed. The house looked better than she's even dreamed.

"You could have at least helped with her suitcases," Bonnie heard Stefan say from somewhere in the house.

"Yeah, and Miley Cyrus could have worn underwear today, but she didn't," a voice Bonnie didn't recognize shot back sarcastically. Turning her head, Bonnie followed the sound of the voice.

"-Seriously, Damon," Stefan tried to cut in, but Damon just continued to speak.

"-If she wasn't seventeen." Damon was smirking widely, when Bonnie entered the kitchen area. It matched the rest of the house, continuing the old-fashion theme. Bonnie took in the sight in front of her. Damon Salvatore was like nothing she'd ever seem before. He was tall, towering a foot over Stefan. His jet-black hair was in disarray on top of his head. It looked as though it hadn't been combed in years. Normally, Bonnie would be disgusted by the appearance of someone like that, but on Damon it was perfect. It just added to his hotness factor. He was leaning against the counter top, head resting against the cabinets lining the wall above. He was wearing a muscle friendly black shirt and matching jeans. Bonnie officially declared Damon Salvatore as a hottie. As if hearing her thoughts, Damon looked up, his baby blue eyes piercing into her green ones.

Damon smiled widely. "Hi."

Bonnie smiled shyly. She was never good around attractive men. "Hey, I'm Bonnie."

He walked over to her, taking the hand she'd extended to him. Kissing her hand softly, he said in his most dazzling French accent, "C'est si agréable pour vous rencontrer, Madame."

Behind Damon, Stefan scoffed. Bonnie smirked, replying back, "Agréable pour vous rencontrer, aussi."

Damon smirked, folding his arms across the front of his shirt, muscles rippling. "Impressive."

"Spent a summer in France with my mom when I was sixteen," Bonnie explained, shrugging her shoulders. She looked into his soft blue eyes. "You must be Damon."

"That would be me," Damon said cockily, pointing a finger in Bonnie's direction. "And you are too pretty to be friends with the She-Devil."

"Damon," Stefan warned, as Elena entered the kitchen.

"And you're too obnoxious to have any kind of friends," Bonnie countered. Damon may have been a perfect specimen of all things male, but no one talked about her best friend like that.

"Wait a minute." Damon pressed a hand to the back of his ear, assuming that would somehow make him hear better. "Is that spunk I detect in your voice, Young Lady?"

"Actually, it's bitch," Bonnie shot back, "I expected you of all people to know that one."

Stefan and Elena laughed from their place in the background, while Damon displayed a slightly defeated expression on his face, before quickly recovering. He turned to his brother, saying, "I'd like to change what I said earlier about hating you and Elena. I hate her, too."

Bonnie smiled sweetly, when he pointed to her. Elena took that time, to grab her best friend by the hand. "Stefan will show you where you sleep. I'll be up in a sec."

"Okay," Bonnie followed Stefan out of the kitchen, before turning back around. "Oh, and Damon, you might want to pick your jaw up off the floor. It's over there by your dog bowl."

"I guess that means you have to keep an extra eye on your pussy," Damon shot back.

Stefan laughed at his brother's shocked face, before pulling Bonnie out of the room. Elena stood in front of Damon, arms folded across her light blue cardigan. "I was going to warm you to stay away from Bonnie, but I think she'll be able to handle herself around you."

Elena started out of the kitchen, when Damon's voice drove her back, "Oh, Elena, I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"Which part?" Elena asked.

Damon grabbed the bottle of Scotch from the counter behind him, and grinned at Elena. "You'll see."

"Damon, I'm warning you this one time only," Elena promised, "Stay the hell away from my best friend. I don't want you ruining our friendship like you did with Caroline and me."

"It's not my fault Caroline wanted my dick more than your pathetic little friendship," Damon sassed, a huge smirk on his face.

Elena glared dangerously, her brown eyes flashing venomously. "Stay away from Bonnie," she demanded before exiting the room.

Damon watched her go, a huge smile on his face. This Bonnie girl had no idea who she was messing with, and Elena's warning to stay away from her only sparked Damon's interest even further. Damon grinned to himself, as he made his way up the stairs to his room. Messing with this Bonnie chick was going to be better than he'd initially thought.