Hello my lovely readers! This is my late christmas present for you all! I know I said I was doing a cheerleading scene, but I was out washing my mums car the other day and this scene came to my, I hope you like it! I tried really hard, plus I had a little bit of writters block. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!
Much Love Lucy xo
Bonnie's cheer recital came and went. She half expected Damon to pop up halfway through her routine and put her off, but nothing. In fact when she thought about it she hadn't seen him in a few days. Not that she cared, she'd tell herself. Most nights she'd find her eyes wandering over towards her window; it usually took her a minute or two to notice that she was staring. Damon only appeared in her dreams once more after that last night. The last dream in which Bonnie saw him, she had just stepped out of the shower to find him stood in the door way, his face was emotionless as his eyes ran up and down her half naked form. Hi stare scared Bonnie enough to wake her up. After a few days Bonnie had given up on seeing him in both fantasy and reality. Maybe she should just enjoy not having Damon following her around and popping up at the most inappropriate times.
"Well today is Saturday" she sighed, moving over to look out of the window. The sky was dusted with a few soft clouds; the sun sent a warm glow down, illuminating the outside world. Bonnie looked over to her father's car parked in the drive. She smiled to herself, she was glad he was home. She let her eyes roam over the sleek black car, laughing to herself when she noticed how filthy he'd let it get. Then she had a thought. 'Well it's defiantly sunny out, and I've got nothing else to do' she thought taking another quick glance up to the sky. "What the hell!" she exclaimed, running off to get changed.
After a quick change and filling a bucket with warm soapy water, Bonnie was ready. Flinging open the door and hauling the bucket outside towards the car, Bonnie eyed up where she'd start first. "Start at the front, work to the back" her voice was strained from the heavy bucket. She dropped the bucket down at the front of the car, causing some of the water to splash up and wet her shorts. Bonnie just shook it off and started scrubbing.
Bonnie was halfway around the car when she heard a low whistle coming from behind her. 'Eugh, it's that creepy guy from across the road' she cringed mentally at the thought of him staring at her. She straightened herself up, and turned ready to verbally attack whoever the creep was.
"Who would have guessed it, first Cheerleading, and now car washes? Aren't you just the perfect little California Girl" Bonnie raised her eyebrows in surprise when she heard his voice.
"Damon?" She asked in disbelief. She lifted her arm up, using her forearm to shield the sun from her eyes.
"Hello Witch" he smirked, folding his arms over his chest and leaning up against a tree. He was silent for a moment as he watched the bubbles from the sponge, drip onto to Bonnie's thigh and run down her leg until it disappeared behind her ankle. He tore his gaze away, hoping that she hadn't noticed him staring. "I can think of better ways for you to earn summer money" his eyes glinted mischievously.
"I'm not earning money Damon" she sneered, flicking some suds off of her hands.
"Well, if you're feeling accommodating, I've got a few things you could help me out with" he suggested, raising his eyebrows mockingly.
Bonnie shook her head; suddenly washing her dad's car didn't seem like such a good idea. "I thought I'd do something nice for my dad, as a welcome home gift, I guess" she shrugged her shoulders.
"How sweet" Damon stated sarcastically. Damon cocked his head to one side and a thoughtful look came about his face. Bonnie looked over her shoulder to see what was grabbing his attention. Eventually, after finding nothing of even mild interest, Bonnie turned back around and narrowed her eyes.
"What are you staring at?" she asked.
"You missed a spot" Damon pointed towards the car, fighting a smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Well, instead of standing around doing nothing, as per usual, why don't you help me" she held the sponge out to him, her lips turning into a smug smile.
Damon shook his head "Are you serious..."
"Oh yeah I forgot you only help yourself, how stupid off me" she jeered, flashing a sharp smile at him.
"Do you have any idea how much these cost?" he asked, motioning down to his black jeans.
"Oh so, if I were to set them on fire, you'd be pretty pissed off?" she asked, making her voice sound overly concerned.
"Ha ha" Damon chanted, "So you're a comedian as well as witch" he said sarcastically, making sure to emphasise the word 'as well'.
Bonnie stuck her tongue out childishly at him.
Damon sighed in defeat, turning on his heel ready to walk away. But before he could take a step, something cold, wet and soft smacked into the back of his head. He raised his shoulders at the feeling of cold water trickling down his back. He turned back around slowly, to see Bonnie's hand snap up to her mouth covering her shocked expression. Damon scowled coldly at her.
"How old are you again?" he hissed through clenched teeth. Her hand fell away from her mouth, as she began to laugh. Damon watched as she sniggered un-controllably in front of him, she leaned over on her knees, and began to gasp for air.
Bonnie just shook her head at his question, letting her sniggers, turn into the odd giggle, until they stopped completely. "Too much of a good opportunity to miss" she snorted, suppressing another fit of laughter.
"Seriously" Damon eyed Bonnie.
"Come on Damon throw it back!" she chanted dancing about in front of him.
"I'm not playing your pathetic games Bonnie" he spat glaring at her through narrowed eyes.
"Why, afraid you might lose" she jeered, oblivious to the fact that the look Damon was giving her should have literally killed her. Damon just stared at her menacingly through narrowed eyes.
"Fine" she sighed "Can I have my sponge back then?" her voice broke on the last word, and she started to laugh at him again, she covered her mouth trying to smother the sound but it was failing, miserably. Bonnie looked up from the ground, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. Damon's expression, however showed he did not find it amusing, in the slightest. His eyes were narrowed, and his jaw was clenched, he looked really pissed off. "Jeez, Damon it's just a wet sponge" she huffed, walking over towards him, but before she was near enough to reach the sponge, a faster colder, stronger hand, had snapped it up. "Seriously Damon, can I have my sponge back?" she asked looking up at him.
Damon look down at Bonnie, who was easily a head shorter than him. Her hand was held out with her palm facing upwards. Damon looked at her hand then back into her eyes, before shaking his head. He felt his lips curl into his signature smirk. He lifted the sponge up until it was just above Bonnies head, then squeezed. The water rained down on Bonnie, causing her to gasp in shock. Once the sponge was drained of water, he dropped it into her upturned palm.
"Now you can have your sponge back" he cooed, flashing a sarcastic smile.
Bonnie glared up at him for less than a moment before she turned sharply on her heel and stormed off in the direction of her back garden. Damon rolled his eyes and shouted after her "drama queen!" Bonnie didn't even turn round. Damon began shrugging his leather jacket off, it was starting to become un-comfortable now his back was soaking wet. He was contemplating whether or not to go after her, he decided against it, like she said earlier 'it was only a wet sponge'. Just when he was about to turn and walk away, the sight of Bonnie walking back around the corner hauling a long green pipe behind her, caught his attention. Even from the distance he was away from her he could see the devious grin plastered on her face.
He cocked his head to the side, "Bonnie... what are you doing" it wasn't a question; it was more like a statement. She was dangerously close now, and she was twirling the green pipe around in a circle, her eyes were darting suggestively from the pipe to him.
"Is, is that a hose pipe?" his voice was filled with shock.
Bonnie nodded her head up and down very slowly. She had stop walking now, and was standing a meter or so in front of him.
"Bonnie put. The. Hose. Pipe. Down" he said raising his hands then lowering them again.
"Uh, uh" she smirked, waggling her finger at him.
"Bonnie stop..." Damon began, but was then interrupted by a jet of water suddenly slamming into his face. The water seeped through Damon's shirt and saturated his skin; it descended down over his chest and soaked his jeans. "Bonnie" he gurgled, but the water didn't stop "That's it" he bellowed, lunging forward he took hold of the pipe, he felt Bonnie trying to pull it from his grasp. They tugged at the pipe, which caused water to spurt up and shower down on them both.
"Damon let go" Bonnie's voice was strained from how hard she was trying to tug away the pipe.
"No Bonnie you let go" Damon's voice was normal; with one last yank Damon pulled the pipe from Bonnies hand and threw it down on the grass.
They stood there and stared at each other for a moment. Water dripped of Bonnie's eyelashes and cascaded down until they fell off the tip of her chin. Her soft brown curls were stuck to her face.
"You ruined my jeans" Damon said, peering down at her.
"They'll dry" Bonnie whispered, averting her gaze to the ground.
"They'll shrink" he stated, taking a step forward.
"Oops" Bonnie laughed awkwardly, she looked back up at Damon once she realised he was not amused. She needed to escape his stare, she needed to escape the awful feeling his eyes caused when he glared down at her. So, she ran. She turned on her heel and began to sprint back up her garden.
Damon watched in disbelief as Bonnie began to sprint away. "Seriously" he rolled his eyes, before taking after her. It wasn't long before he'd caught up with her; he tackled her to the floor and pinned her down beneath him.
"What did you run for?" he asked, trying to keep hold of her as she squirmed beneath him.
"Why'd you chase me?" she panted, trying to wriggle her wrists out of his grip.
"I asked you first!" he protested.
"How old are you again?" Bonnie had stopped wriggling, and was now smiling up at him, as she repeated what he had said earlier.
Damon narrowed his eyes at the smiling Bonnie, but in the end he couldn't resist. Bonnie's smile truly was infectious. He smiled with her, it wasn't one of his malicious smirks, it was a genuine smile. It wasn't until Damon hung his head, to try and compose himself that he realised how they were positioned. She had one of her legs laid flat against the ground and her other was propped up with her knee pressed against his hip; his knee however was settled between her legs and his other leg was draped casually over her thigh. He knew Bonnie was a virgin and so she probably wouldn't understand the intimacy of their position, but Damon new very well how intimate it was. He pushed himself up and away from her.
Bonnie propped herself up on her elbows and stared at him.
"Are you ok?" she cocked her head to the side, and stared at him confused.
"I'm fine" he insisted.
"It's just you shot up like you'd seen a ghost" she raised her eyebrows almost as if she was questioning him.
"No, it's just I remembered I err... left the oven on" he winced at his own pathetic excuse.
"Ok" she laughed pushing herself up from the ground.
Damon turned away from her and began to walk away.
"Bye then?" Bonnie called after him.
"Bye" he waved his hand over his shoulder. Maybe it was good job he had been dowsed in cold water, because he most certainly knew he wouldn't have had that much control over his body.
Bonnie watched as Damon disappeared. Had she done something wrong, maybe she'd taken it too far with the water, but in the end he'd laughed. Bonnie pulled a few wet curls away from her face. She didn't know why he'd gotten up and left without so much of a goodbye, but she intended to find out.