Here's part 2! Hope you guys enjoy! Please review if you feel up to it! I LOVE reading you guys' opinions! Also...I just wanted to mention a song real quick. I didn't necessarily listen to this while writing or anything, it just kind of reminded me of Damon and Bonnie's relationship. It's called "Just a Little Bit of Your Heart" by Ariana Grande. It's kind of a sad song, but it fits pretty well for Bamon, which I thought was cute. Haha! So give that a listen if you want to! Anyway...on with the story!
Hours later, when the sun had begun to set and everything had calmed down in the Boarding House, Meredith made her way down the hall that lead to Elena's room. Neither she nor Bonnie had come out of their rooms since the messy ordeal had occurred, and Damon was out doing who knows what! Meredith had had a nice, relaxing cup of herbal tea by herself to calm her frayed nerves. She figured she had better start digesting something healthy and rich in vitamins before they all came down with some stress related illness.
With a deep, calming breath, Meredith knocked softly on Elena's bedroom door. Expecting no answer, she was surprised when Elena slowly creaked the door open and invited her inside. Meredith could tell she had been crying, her cheeks damp with leftover tears and her nose red and runny.
"I just wanted to check on you. Are you ok?" Meredith asked gently.
Closing the door behind her, Elena walked passed Meredith and plopped down on the edge of her king size bed.
"I'm guessing you heard?" the blonde asked, picking at her nails.
"Bonnie told me what happened."
Elena sighed, dropping her face in her hands, "Am I a terrible person, Meredith?"
Meredith's dark brows furrowed as she quickly sat down beside her friend.
"Why on earth would you think that?!"
Elena looked up, her blue eyes glistening as she stuck a flexed-fingered hand out in the direction of Bonnie's room.
"Bonnie's a wreck because of me!" she exclaimed, close to tears again.
Meredith shook her head at her friend.
"Elena!' she chastised, "It's not your fault. Bonnie knows that, I know that, and somewhere in there..." she poked Elena's chest with her pointer finger, "you know that."
"Then why do I feel so guilty?! I mean, Bonnie's miserable because I took Damon away from her!"
"It's not like you took Damon away from Bonnie in order to be mean to her. You want Damon because you love him, and there's nothing wrong with that! What are you going to do? Break up with him?! Elena, you can't break up with a guy because some other girl is heartbroken over your relationship. There'd be an overabundance of single guys out there if that were the case."
Elena laughed, only softly and briefly before the frown reappeared across her lips.
"My point is, you just have to brush this off and carry on. You and Bonnie will patch things up and, one day, we'll all be able to look back at this and laugh at how ridiculous the whole thing was."
Elena sniffed and tucked one leg under herself as she turned to face Meredith, "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am!" Meredith joked, sitting up straighter and prouder.
Elena laughed a second, lighter, happier laugh. But her frown returned once more, turning her features troubled.
Meredith sighed, putting a hand on Elena's shoulder, "Listen, Bonnie's not mad at you. She doesn't want you and Damon to break up over this. She told me herself. I think leaving will be good for her! She'll be away from Damon and his flirtatiousness and then she'll realize that maybe she didn't feel the way she thought. Who knows...maybe she'll even find someone new!"
Elena nodded in agreement, but she couldn't help from feeling that something was still off.
Putting on a fake smile, she leaned over and hugged her naturally tanned friend, "Thank you."
Meredith only smiled, hugging her that much tighter.
The night was young when Elena went to Bonnie. The red head had eagerly invited her in, hopefulness shining brightly through her teary eyes.
"I'm not here to discourage you from your trip!" Elena began, making herself clear, "I just wanted to tell you that I'm not mad at you and that I think that you and Damon need to talk before you leave."
Bonnie gulped, suddenly nervous at the mention of Damon, "W-Why?"
"Because you can't leave on bad terms. It wouldn't be right. You both care about each other and I don't want to see that ruined! Whether I like it or not, you make Damon a better person, and he gives you strength. Don't let all that go to waste, ok?"
"He-He won't talk to me." she reminded timidly.
Elena caught the glimpse of sorrow in Bonnie's eyes before she turned them down. Another pang hit her right in the chest. A part of her brain wouldn't stop screaming at her, reminding her constantly that she was part of the reason why her strawberry curled friend was sad.
"I'll get him to talk to you, ok?"
Bonnie nodded, barely able to look at Elena.
They both stood silently, hyper-aware of each other's presence. Elena was about to leave when suddenly, Bonnie crashed into her and slung her slight arms around her waist in a tight hug.
"Thank you for not being mad."
Elena hugged Bonnie snuggly, sadly aware that it would be one of the last times she would be able to have her best friend close for a while.
"I could never be mad at you for being human. I'm just glad to know Damon has another person that cares so much about him. He doesn't have many of those, you know. He needs all he can get!" she teased, giggling.
Bonnie joined in, and it felt good to laugh. She felt as if she hadn't been genuinely happy in years. Everything had been so miserable for weeks.
It was almost midnight when Damon returned from his shenanigans and everyone was asleep aside from Elena, who began an instant argument with him when he stepped into her room.
"You have to go talk to her!"
"Why?!" Damon spat.
"Because she's leaving in two days! Do you really want things to stay like this between you two?! You won't get the chance to apologize until she comes back, which could be two weeks or two months from now depending on how she ends up liking her new living arrangements!"
"Do you really think I give a damn? She almost made me lose you!"
Elena calmed the fuming vampire, stepping closer to him. Placing her hand on his cheek, she looked up into his eyes with the utmost sincerity.
"You were never going to lose me, Damon."
Placing his left hand over hers, Damon lowered his eyes as he pulled her soft fingers from his stubbly cheek, "Regardless, Bonnie's still leaving, and I can't forgive her for that."
Elena's hand fell limp at her side as he dropped it and walked away. She was befuddled as she stared at his toned back, flexing underneath his thin, black shirt.
"She's doing what she has to so she won't be miserable! Why are you mad at her for that?!" Elena questioned angrily, crossing her arms over her silky nightdress.
Damon halted in the doorway and turned back to her.
"Because she's hurting you and Meredith and...Matt" he struggled to say, "and who knows who else when she doesn't have to! She's perfectly able to stay here and get over this! But she's only thinking of herself! It's ridiculous! She's just being over-dramatic like always!"
Elena scoffed, unable to believe Damon was saying these insensitive things.
"Damon, she's taking care of herself! She can't sit here and be heartbroken for the rest of her days! She's trying to find happiness, to have a life outside of-"
Then it clicked all at once in Elena's head. All the puzzle pieces came together, all the clues added up. She had never been more certain and more clear on a thought in her entire life. Looking up into her boyfriend's slightly worried eyes, Elena scrutinized him through narrowed blue orbs.
"You." she breathed, but she knew Damon could hear her perfectly.
"You're upset because Bonnie's trying to have a life that doesn't include you!" she accused, not angry or hurt, only determined to have him admit to the truth.
Damon eyes went wide and then they were staring at her as if she were crazy.
"What?! Why the hell should I care if Bonnie wants me in her life or not?!" Damon countered.
Elena raised her brows and flung her hands out to her sides, palms up, fingers stiff.
"You tell me! I'm simply pointing out what I know." she said, crossing her arms.
Damon rolled his eyes and shook his head as he flung a hand in the air, "This is absurd!"
Turning around with the doorknob in his grasp, he began to leave again, closing the door behind him as he went. About to let the door click in place, he heard Elena call to him through the millimeter wide opening.
"Damon, wait!"
With a huff he halted and peeked his head back into the room, never taking his grip off the cool, metal knob.
"Why? So you can accuse me of more idiotic notions?!" he snapped.
Elena's eyes turned angry as she glared at him, but he could tell she was still studying his reactions carefully. Then, her lapis lazuli's softened and she was all seriousness once more.
"Are you...do you..." she sighed, having trouble getting the words to come out as she shuffled her feet. She wasn't exactly sure she wanted to know the answer to the question she was unable to phrase correctly.
"I'm not sure how to answer that." Damon remarked, a teasing smirk at his lips.
Squeezing her eyes shut and hanging her head low so Damon couldn't see her face through her hair, she tried again, forcing the questioned from her mouth.
"Do you love-" She never got the chance to finish as Damon cut her off hastily.
He had opened the door wider so that his full body could be seen as he leaned against the door frame.
"Don't even say it, Elena!"
The blonde opened her mouth, but the door was already slamming shut. She could hear Damon's footsteps pounding against the hardwood floors as he sped downstairs. With a long sigh, Elena sat down on her bed with too much on her mind. Had she just offended her boyfriend, or had she caught him in a facade? As she drifted off, one person popped into her head, and it wasn't who she thought it would be. It wasn't who it should've been. But maybe, it was who she wanted it to be?
By late morning, the gang finally woke up, each one of them exhausted from the emotionally draining past couple of days. Bonnie rose with a frown across her plump lips, depressed at the realization that Damon had not come to talk to her. She knew even his beloved Elena wouldn't be able to convince him to speak with her. Still, she had had some hope. Now it burned her as it simmered and fizzled out. With a loss of appetite, Bonnie decided to clean up for the day and begin packing.
Meredith was glad to have her friend back at her side as she and Elena sat down together for breakfast. It was nothing fancy, only bowls of cereal. Although they wore smiles and laughed as they talked, the elephant in the room continued to weigh heavy on their hearts. As much as they wanted to ignore it, as their cereal dwindled, Elena broke and started on the touchy topic. Letting her spoon fall from her right hand and hit the ceramic, orange bowl with a clang, she slapped both hands down on the table and turned to Meredith.
"Do you think Damon's in love with Bonnie?" she blurted.
Meredith swallowed her mouthful of milk and cereal pieces in one, huge gulp along with some air. Her eyes began to water slightly as she coughed, having almost choked.
"Umm..." she mumbled, dumbfounded at the shocking question.
Elena only continued to stare at her suddenly nervous best friend. Meredith was smothered with instant jitters as she realized Elena wanted an actual answer, but she was at a loss for words.
"What, um, what makes you think that?" she asked, turning the conversation back to Elena, who was clearly more prepared for it. Silently, she cursed her voice for being an octave too high.
"I don't...not necessarily. I'm asking you if you think that." Elena answered calmly.
Meredith shifted her eyes from Elena's probing ones, choosing to stare down at the leftover milk in her bowl. Picking it up, she tilted it and swirled the creamy liquid. She watched the wall of milk ride around the bowl in a counterclockwise direction, leaving thinning residue in its wake. In her head, she kept wishing she were anywhere but beside Elena; which, she now realized was completely contradictory to how she was feeling only moments ago.
"Meredith?" Elena questioned softly, bringing her friend from her milky trance.
Meredith blinked and looked back up at Elena, still swirling the milk in the bowl.
Sighing and dropping her spoon, the silver clanging obnoxiously against the glass, the dark haired girl turned her serious eyes on her friend.
"What do you want me to say, Elena? Because you might not like my answer."
Elena only continued to stare at her, intently awaiting her answer.
Meredith huffed softly and turned back to her bowl. Picking up her spoon, she scooped up some milk and then poured it back, repeating the action a few times before answering.
"I think that...Damon's...confused about how he feels. Yes, he loves Bonnie to some extent, but he also loves you, and I think he isn't sure how to handle it all."
Meredith risked a peek over at her friend, whom she hoped she hadn't upset, but Elena didn't seem sad or angry. Her expression was rather blank, neutral, as she thought deeply on Meredith's answer.
"He might not be the only one confused about his feelings." Elena mumbled, mostly to herself, as she stared down at the table.
Meredith's eyes grew wider as she looked over Elena's troubled face.
The day had gone by slowly as Bonnie packed as much as she could with a little help from Elena and Meredith. When supper rolled around, the girls had gotten take-out, ordering Bonnie's favorite from an Italian restaurant down the road a few miles. It had been an enjoyable day, much better than the last few. However, there was still a presence, or rather lack of a presence, that kept the group from being completely carefree. Damon had not been seen or heard from the entire day, and regardless of how they ignored it, it was obvious that it was on all of their minds.
It was midnight when Bonnie finally fell asleep, her nerves refusing to calm. She had had only an hour of sleep when she stirred awake at the sound of her drawers being slid open and shut.
Rubbing at her heavily lidded eyes that only wanted to close, Bonnie propped herself up on one elbow and looked around her room. Able to make out a figure hastily rummaging through her dresser drawers, Bonnie reached over to the bed-side lamp on her nightstand and flicked it on, too tired to process any sense of fear that should've been directed at the intruder. The unwelcomed guest, now bathed in yellow light didn't flinch at the sudden brightness. The person with broad shoulders and a strong stature continued on with their task.
Bonnie rubbed at her eyes again as they adjusted to the irritating light. With clearer vision, the red headed girl could clearly see the perfectly ragged, raven locks of the man she would be able to spot anywhere.
"Damon?" she questioned, groggily.
Then, she saw what he was doing. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she watched him angrily unpacking her suitcase. All trace of fatigue had vanished as she jumped out of bed and ran over to him. Grabbing his beefy upper arm with both dainty hands, Bonnie tried her best to keep him from putting anymore of her clothes away.
"What are you doing?!" she exclaimed as she yanked hard on his arm.
Damon easily shook her off and continued pulling out drawer after drawer, filling the empty wooden boxes with random pieces of her clothing, clearly unsure of where she usually kept each specific item.
"What does it look like?!" he replied curtly as he pushed passed her to grab more clothes from her suitcase.
Bonnie ran over to the pink luggage bag and stood in front of it, blocking the insane vampire from it as she stretched her right arm out towards him. Damon seethed.
"Move!" he demanded.
"No! Why are you unpacking my things? I have to leave in the morning, Damon!"
"You're not going anywhere!" he growled.
It was clear in Damon's face that he was in no mood to argue. His word was final. Bonnie felt a wave of fear roll through her as she stared up into his black eyes. But that part of her that knew Damon well spoke up, reminding her that he wouldn't hurt her. It drove her forward.
"You can't make me stay!" she argued.
She could only think she might've seen the beginnings of tears in his eyes before his mouth slammed down onto hers. Bonnie whimpered, instantly melting into his kiss as he wrapped his arms greedily around her submissive form. Pulling her closer, Damon wasted no time in dipping down and picking her up. With either hand on the back of her thighs, he lifted her as if she were weightless and wrapped her legs around his waist. Bonnie eagerly complied, tying herself as closely to him as possible as he sucked her lower lip between his teeth. She was completely lost in him, unable to remember if she should even be allowing this or not. She could barely recall her own name as Damon's tongue snuck into her mouth and slid against hers. Suddenly, her back hit the wall and Damon was impossibly close as he pressed himself further into her.
Bonnie could barely keep up with his frantic kisses as his possessive mouth claimed and reclaimed hers endlessly. But her body was too alight with his heated affection to care that she was getting lightheaded, not just from lack of air. Only tightening her desperate hold on him, Bonnie's heavy breaths sounded throughout the room as Damon's hot kisses left her lips and travelled down her neck. She moaned softly as he sucked on the skin just under her jaw, occasionally flicking the tip of his tongue against the flesh he had made sensitive.
Bonnie cradled his head in her arms as if it were the most precious gift in the world as she raked the tips of her fingers across his scalp, reveling in the softness of his hair as it flowed between her fingers. She laid her cheek against those silky locks as his overheated mouth left slow, sloppy kisses along her collar bone. Butterflies went rampant in her stomach, sending shockwaves of warmth throughout her body. Her head fell back against the wall with a small thump as she went dizzy in pleasure.
"Choose me!" Bonnie pled impulsively, her closed eyes wrinkling as she squeezed them tight, praying for a good response.
Damon's lips left her neck, returning to her mouth. Bonnie could taste the faint saltiness of tears as Damon pressed his lips roughly, desperately to hers.
Although happy to let him kiss her for as long as he wanted, she needed an answer from him badly. It couldn't wait any longer. His answer would be the deciding factor of her life, whether she stayed or left, whether she let this continue, whether or not her heart broke. If he still refused to choose her after this, she wasn't sure she would ever be able to mend the pieces of her shattering heart, the pieces that only kept breaking into smaller shards. She would be left with a pile of dust and a hole where her heart used to be. But it would still be his dust. Bonnie feared, intact or not, her heart would always remain his.
Damon whined as she pushed him back, and it was the most agonizing sound she had ever heard come from him.
"Don't! Don't do this...not now." he begged.
She kept them close, only inches away, so she could see his face, and she didn't miss the tear that rolled down his cheek.
"Please! I d-don't wanna leave you! I want to st-stay!" she begged, resting her forehead to his as her own eyes flooded.
She felt Damon's head moving against hers, side to side, as he shook it lightly.
"Bonnie..." he whispered, his lips kissing away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
His rejection was like ice, sending unwanted chills down her heated spine, and her jutted lower lip trembled until she burst into uncontrollable sobs. Her feet hit the floor with a thud as Damon dropped her gently and stepped back. Bonnie's disheveled form slumped against the wall and slid down it until she was a curled up, hysterical mess on the floor. Damon looked down at her, tears slipping unknowingly from his broken black abysses.
"Redbird..." he started, his voice audibly choked up.
"Just...go" she said softly, hiccupping between words as she bawled into her palms.
She felt the wind that whirled around her as he sped off and, transforming into his crow form, flew out of the open window. A mournful caw echoed throughout the night, bouncing around her bedroom walls and rattling in her tormented ears where the sound stayed long after it had expired.
