And now it's time for another update…

A little Kieran and Bonnie interaction in this one, for those who want to put a face with the names, check out my profile for links to pictures that feature the characters Kieran, Aidan, and Liam.

The next update will answer a few questions…plus the guys have finally arrived in Cabo…it will still take them a while to find the girls…so stay tuned…

Thanks for reading and reviewing. I hope you continue to enjoy this story.

Trouble

Convincing Caroline that zip lining and bungee jumping were only good ideas for her, the one with life and time to spare, was the hardest thing that Bonnie had accomplished since answering the two questions that comprised her AP Calculus exam. The soon to be UVA freshman was a witch, cheerleader, and klutz. The idea of flying six hundred feet in the air on a thin pulley did nothing to excite her; in fact it scared the crap out of her. She had enough to worry about at this point, unaware of when the next surprise visit from Kieran or his friends would occur left her fear stricken she didn't need to add loss of life from stupid death defying feats to the list.

Kieran…

A chill shot down Bonnie's spine with just the thought of the man's name. Waking up to his face earlier that morning had done little to soothe her fears. She was disturbed by the strange comfort that filled her when he was present and the terror that encompassed her when he was gone. It was as if she were entranced by an ancient spell. She knew she should have screamed; crippled him with magic, or at least spit in his face. However she found herself engrossed in conversation with him. She was concerned about how he perceived her words and tone. She was bothered by the slightest indication of his discomfort, as evidenced by her extreme overcompensation once she mentioned Klaus' name.

Bonnie was trapped in the paradise escape he'd created for them. She'd tried to call Mason, only to find that international dialing had been restricted in their villa. Her cell was MIA. Her fingers brushed the faint scar that remained where her neck swept into her shoulder. Things with her werewolf boyfriend had been testy in the last few weeks. Graduation was imminent, which meant college and life on her own. He worried about what that meant for them and no matter how many times she tried to reassure him, she couldn't. He mentioned the curse often, brought Damon's name up in conversation just because, and she was convinced he was the culprit behind the case of the consistently missing birth control pills.

Kieran, she shook off the icy feeling that settled on her skin, had said Damon and Mason were captivated by her, in one case she was sure it was obsession and in the other….

The young witch remained quiet during breakfast, her thoughts occupied by conflicts far removed from their current state. She speared her pineapple with a fork as her bubbly, blonde bff pouted, cried, and threw an all out tantrum that involved shoes coasting through the air, clothing that grew wings, and small extremely breakable objects that made black smudges on the stucco walls.

After promises of unlimited shopping and a night on the town, the baby vamp caved and the three friends found themselves in by the marina en route to the downtown open air market.

"I love this but I don't remember buying it…" Elena's voice trailed off as her fingers skimmed the printed material of the sheer romper, "Bon, when did I get this?"

Bonnie stammered and hawed, pausing to make up an adequate lie that didn't resemble the truth - kidnapped by three very weird yet oddly hot dudes, brought to a foreign country, and then supplied a new wardrobe.

"I think Jenna got that for you, pre – graduation gift," She took a deep breath and continued, "You look hot bb, Stefan would die if he saw you right now."

She had hoped that the mention of the vampire at home would spark a conversation, trigger a familiar feeling of longing, but nothing. Not once did the girl's face reveal a key to her emotions, nor did her steps falter.

Bonnie found Caroline at a table littered with sterling silver.

"Didn't Tyler give you a bracelet like that for Valentine's Day?"

Caroline's lack of reaction was similar to Elena's. In fact she walked off as if Bonnie never said a word.

"Bright eyes," She felt his fingertips at the small of her back, "I told you to enjoy your vacation."

His eyes were shielded by shades and looked like any other tourist in a tee, shorts, and flip flops.

Her face flushed with heat.

"I see you took my fashion advice, the dress suits you."

She'd worn the back baring sun dress and a simple pair of cage sandals. Her hair was straight and fanned out across her shoulders.

"What did you do to my friends?"

Bonnie fell into step with Kieran, the soles of her feet irritated by the sand soaked path. She accepted the flowers he purchased from the little girl that ran beside them. She tasted the mango he offered freshly cut by an elderly man's hands, and when he pushed the sunglasses up and on top of his head, she nearly gasped from the sight of his crystal blue eyes.

His hand brushed the hair from one of her shoulders, "Your friends are happy." The tips of his fingers lingered on her shimmery skin, "While you fret about a mangy mutt, who doesn't deserve you."

She shirked from his touch, "Brainwashed does not equate to happiness."

"Seriously, are you eighteen, you should be fucking, drinking…" He paused to stare at her, a smirk curving his lips before he continued, "drinking and fucking."

Kieran's smile and mood were infectious. He sounded like her two best friends with a dash of Damon sprinkled in for good luck. Even when she tried to debate his point of view she couldn't. Her shoulders relaxed and she let herself buckle under the weight of his charisma, in spite of the warnings and alarms going off inside of her head.

"You should also be dancing."

His hand skimmed the curves of her arm before his fingers linked with hers and he twirled her around in the middle of the street, "I'll find you tonight and I'll answer your questions."

Bonnie remained rooted to the spot, she watched the man as he walked away.

"Who was that?"

Caroline nudged her shoulder and Elena linked her arm with Bonnie's, both girls waited impatiently for her response.

The witch only had one word to offer, "Trouble."