Bonnie's P.O.V.
Damon left a couple hours ago. I guess spending like a day and a half here was enough for him. I never seen him so relaxed before. It was actually kind of nice to my surprise. Oh come on and admit you liked it. You liked hanging out with Damon more than you do with your own boyfriend, Jeremy. God no, the voice in the back of my head returns. Does everybody have that our is that some witch thing?
I quickly shake those thoughts away and go upstairs to my room. I really should go see Elena. She is probably going crazy without Stefan. And Damon went home, so she doesn't need him making moves on her. She is going to need some support. Support that isn't Damon.
I couldn't help but smile a little. Maybe he is hanging out with her like he did with me. At that thought I felt a pang of… I don't really know. Jealousy, maybe? It couldn't be. Jeremy is so sweet, but then again Damon can be sweet too. Jeremy actually cares for me, but then again Damon was upset he caused those bruises on my side. Uggh, why are guys so confusing? Why are feelings so confusing? Why is everything so confusing?
I quickly shook those thoughts out of my head and got dressed. I needed to go check on Elena. Even though my drama is important, but Elena needs help. I can help her and she can help me. That is what best friends are for right? If it wasn't for Elena I wouldn't have as much fun. Maybe less drama, but definitely not as much as fun as Elena. Even though she tries to be all responsible, she can have a great time. And that is what she has Caroline and me for. Well that's what Elena and I have Caroline for.
I laugh at myself as I locked up the house and headed to the Salvatore mansion. I winced only slightly when I buckled. These bruises really suck. They hurt like hell. There have been worse injuries cause of my powers, but these still hurt. Its proof that Damon does feel though. I guess that is why I kind of treasure these bruises. They hurt but they prove something. Something important. Something Elena and Stefan have been trying to prove for a long time.
And somehow I wind up with that very proof. Proof that will fade, but hey. Proof is proof. I stop thinking when I pull up to the Salvatore mansion. Even though I have been there countless times, I still can't get over how amazing it looks. Stefan and Damon do a great job of keeping it in good shape. Hopefully Damon keeps it in shape since Stefan is who knows where because of Klaus. Then who am I kidding? Damon take care of a house? Well, then again. Nah, I can see him taking care of some things and being nicer. I just can't see him take care of a house though. He would probably hire a service to do that.
I walk up to the door and I open it slowly. "Elena?" I call her. I see her come down the stairs. I smile a small smile at her, and her face lights up. I see her try to smile back. I can tell its hard for her to smile back. She looks like she has been crying for awhile. I hold my arms open for a hug and she rushes to hug me. As soon as she hugs me, I rub her back, trying to soothe her. I would hate to be her. Everyone wishes they could be her or like her. Everyone but me. I'm happy being Bonnie Bennett. Elena is happy being Elena. Her life is filled with just a little to much drama for me.
Elena and I move to the couch and we sit there. I'm still trying to soothe her. Out of the corner of my eye I see Damon walk by. He slows down and smiles at me. I give a him a little wave. I see him chuckle and walk upstairs. I shake my head slightly. Elena seemed to notice.
"What are you shaking your head at Bon-Bon?" Elena asks, pulling away slightly.
"Oh, I just saw Damon," I tell her, nodding my head towards the stairs.
"Oh, what did he do?"
"Huh?"
"You shook your head at him. What did he do?"
Crap, I can't tell her the whole truth yet. She is still a little wary of Damon. If I tell her the truth, she would be a little judgmental. Like how I was of Damon at first. Hell, I'm still judgmental of Damon now. Sometimes he asks for it though. He seems to expect it. So why deny him if he seems to expect it.
"Oh, uh he saw me and I saw him. So he made a disgusted face. Some things never change with him you know," I quickly lie.
"Oh, well you know its Damon," Elena says, shrugging it off. "Well, speaking of Damon. I have something to tell you," Elena kept going.
"What about Damon?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Well, when he was dying you know? He was being all sweet and nice. And then I kind of kissed him," Elena said fast and rushed.
"You what? What about Stefan?"
"I was felt bad for him. It was like a pity kiss. I was going to explain to Stefan when he got back. Then Katherine came and told me about Stefan. Then I felt really bad."
I was going to tell her she didn't have to really bad about Damon. That he was actually kind of sweet, but then I remembered we only acted nice to each other on our Saturdays. Outside of that, we were back to our normal selves. Then again, she told me something. I should at least tell her.
"I have something to tell you about Damon too," I blurted out to her. She shot me a confused look. All I could do was take a deep breath and decide on how I was going to tell her. Should I tell her everything? I mean Damon was so un-Damon. Damon was just so … I don't know how to explain it. But I enjoyed every moment of it.
"Damon and I spent all Saturday together," I said quietly. I was hoping she wouldn't hear.
"You what?" She sat up straight now.
"I spent all Saturday with Damon. And a couple hours with him today."
I could see her thinking. She wasn't the only one. I subconsciously started rubbing the bruises. Ever since I discovered them, I rub them when I'm thinking hard or upset. I found that out once Damon left. I miss his cool hands soothing them. He made them feel much better. The pain went away faster when he rubbed them.
"What did you do with Damon?" Elena asked with a straight, serious face.
"He came over. He wanted to talk about something. He never did say what it was. He seem to avoid the subject really. He turned on t.v. and we watched it," I responded. Then I shut up. Should I tell her the rest?
"That's it? You just watched t.v. with him?"
"Do you want full detail, or just the summary of it?" God I feel like teenager at a sleepover spilling her secrets about a date. Wait! Date? It was not a date. Definitely not a date.
"Tell me everything."
"We sat on the couch. He held me and we watched a movie. At some point I fell asleep on him. He brought me to my bed. I was so tired and I didn't think but I asked him to stay with me. So he climbed into bed with me and held me some more. I curled into him and quickly fell asleep." I stopped talking, hesitant to tell her the rest. Does she know about his nightmares? Probably not. I can't tell her about them. Can I? It would be mean to Damon to tell her about them if she doesn't already know. Then again, he never cared if he was mean or not. But he already started trusting me. I really shouldn't ruin that.
"Is that it or is there more?" She asked, trying to get me to spill more of my secrets. I sighed and slowly lifted up my shirt. I was showing her the monstrous bruises on my sides. Elena gasped and her eyes widen.
"He did that to you?" She asked, her eyes not leaving my sides.
"Yes. He fell asleep and when he did, he didn't realize he was squeezing me. You know the vampire strength. He made it up to me though. He cooked breakfast and stayed with me. We watched another movie and he rubbed the bruises. His cold hands felt nice to soothe the pain," I quickly defended Damon. He didn't need to be chewed out by Elena for accidentally bruising me. Especially when he did try to make it up to me. Damon never really said sorry, but I could tell that is why he tried to be super nice.
"So let me get this straight, Damon was nice?" She asked again. I sighed and gave up. I told her everything, and stuck to my lie. I never even mentioned Damon's nightmares. Elena smiled at me once I finished telling her everything.
"What?" I asked. Why smile at me? I just hung out with Damon. There wasn't anything special. Nothing special? Are you blind? God, please let that voice disappear. Maybe earning some of Damon's trust was special, but that doesn't mean I have feelings for him. You don't have feelings for him? Come on, just admit it. You liked your little hanging out time with Damon more than any of your dates with Jeremy. Shut up. So what if your right. Damon is a secret friend. Jeremy is my boyfriend. There are differences. Yeah, differences like Damon being kind, sweet, caring, an actual good person, and pretty damn sexy. So what? He is in love with Elena.
"I was just thinking, what if you're taming Damon," Elena says like its no big deal. I nearly choked. Me? Tame Damon? That is an impossible job. Damon will be the he wants to be. There was no changing him. Damon was who he was. He is perfectly happy being Damon. God speak of the devil.
Elena' P.O.V.
Bonnie told me everything. Maybe Damon was just trying to make a friend. Well speak his name and he shall appear. Damon came walking in.
"Hello ladies," Damon said with his regular smirk.
"Hi Damon," I say, offering him a small smile. He just nods.
"Go away Damon," Bonnie says trying to get rid of him already. I just chuckle. Typical Bonnie. Damon no more than walks in and Bonnie wants him gone. Though on Saturday she didn't want him to leave. She actually seemed to enjoy her time alone with Damon. So that's where he disappeared to.
"I just got here, can't I stay? It is my house you know," Damon says, enjoying Bonnie's bitterness towards him.
"No, it is not. You and Stefan signed it over to Elena," Bonnie was quick to respond.
"And she invited me in. It was and still is my house," Damon said with certainty. I just shook my head.
"Can you to not fight?" I ask hopefully.
"Only if he dies," Bonnie said. Damon puts his hand over his heart. He pretended to be hurt.
"Bonnie that really hurts. Especially after our Saturday together. I know you told Elena. After all you are best friends," Damon says, smirking through it all.
"Yeah so? You would have told Alaric or Stefan," Bonnie fires back.
I just let them continue to fight. After awhile of them fighting, you learn to zone them out. I watched them fight, and if I didn't know Bonnie and Damon better I could have sworn they liked each other. The way they got closer to each other as they fought. The way they stared into each others eyes. Its like one of those hate to love relationships you see on t.v. I know Jeremy loves Bonnie and he really has no luck in the girlfriend department but I kind of hope Damon and Bonnie end up together. They just complete each other. They bring out the best of each other.
If it wasn't for Damon I would have lost Bonnie to Klaus. And if it wasn't for Bonnie, we would have lost Damon in that fire. God they hate each other, yet they save each other. It just doesn't make sense. I wish Stefan were here to see this. He would be angry with the fighting but he would have like to know his brother still has a soft side.
"Elena," Bonnie calls, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Huh?" I answer.
"Can I spend the night?" She asks.
"Oh sure, we will find a spot for you later, ok?" I glance over at her. Is it me or did I see Damon's eyes flash in happiness. I will probably wake up and find Bonnie in Damon's room, sleeping in his clothes as he holds her clothes. I just shake my head at the thought as Bonnie and Damon start a fight again.
