Bonnie's P.O.V.
Damon made me some French toast. It was quick, simple, easy, and delicious. Well, that's how Damon put anyway. He went to get dressed. I guess he was tired of standing around in only his basketball shorts. I start to visualize Damon without his shirt. Once I start, I quickly stop the image. He is just so good looking its hard not to think about it. If I was a normal girl, I'm sure I would be drooling at the sight of Damon shirtless. I just shake my head and start to eat my French toast. Elena left to get dressed too.
As I'm taking my first bite, Jeremy comes strolling in. He walks in and notices me. Jeremy shyly waves.
"Hey Bonnie, what are you eating?" Jeremy asks, looking at my plate of food. He comes over and tries to take a little bit.
"French toast," I tell him, moving it away before he can grab any.
"Come on Bonnie, can't I have a piece?" He asks.
I shake my head no, "No, you cannot have any. Damon made it for me." Jeremy sits there, looking shocked.
"Damon made you breakfast?" He asks, dumbfounded. I just nod and continue to eat. Damn, Damon is a good cook. To bad he can't taste it himself.
"Why is he making you breakfast?" Jeremy asks. I shrug.
"Maybe he is trying to be nice," I say, just ignoring his question. I don't have to tell Jeremy. Yet, anyways. When it becomes need to know info and he needs to know, I will tell him. Jeremy just nods.
"So, Elena lend you Stefan's clothes or something?" Jeremy asks, indicating to clothes I'm wearing. I shake my head now. I finish off the little bit of French toast I had.
"Then where did you get clothes?" Jeremy asks.
"Damon," I answer. It's the truth. I don't see anything wrong with telling him the truth. Its not like Damon and I did anything bad. I just borrowed clothes. Well, forced to borrow clothes.
"Why is Damon lending you clothes?" Jeremy asks. Man, what's with all the questions.
"Well, wearing Stefan's clothes would be all weird and stuff. Elena moved her clothes back to your house and Damon was the only person left to borrow from," I say shrugging.
"And Damon just let you borrow the clothes?" Jeremy asks, sounding amazed.
"Jeremy, I'm a witch. Even if Damon didn't want me borrowing his clothes, to bad," I said.
Jeremy just nods and we finally sit there in silence. I never knew Jeremy could ask so many questions. I get up to clear my plate. It only takes a couple minutes. Not to long. I come back and I hear Jeremy talking.
"I know, she's my girlfriend now," I hear him say. I don't hear anyone respond. Jeremy continues talking on like someone was answering him. I peek in and I see Jeremy by himself. Who is he talking to? He didn't lose his mind? I know being brought back to life is stressful and everything but it didn't drive Jeremy crazy. Did it?
I walk in and Jeremy stops speaking; Almost like he wasn't talking to anyone earlier at all. Jeremy just sits still like he wasn't doing anything. I guess I might as well as play it off too. He'll tell me if it is something I need to worry about. But, I'm still going to research it. I mean, I never wanted to cause Jeremy any harm. I thought bringing him back to life would be good. I didn't exactly know about all the side affects. I guess I better check into it, just to be on the safe side. We don't need to lose Jeremy too.
"I'm going to go talk to Elena," Jeremy says. He quickly hugs me and then heads off to find Elena. I just sigh, sitting down at the table again.
Damon's P.O.V.
Damn, Bore-a-me is here. I just heard him come in. Why oh why can't he just go away? I sigh, and finish dressing. Well, I might as well leave the love birds alone for right now. I don't really feel like being surrounded by a happy couple. I would rather die. I don't know if its because of the fact I can't stand romance or seeing Jeremy with Bonnie. How do they make their relationship work? I mean Jeremy seems to be into the whole troubled vampire chicks. How does he get a girl like Bonnie? Bonnie isn't my type, but Jeremy doesn't deserve her. He is a good kid and all, but still he doesn't deserve someone like Bonnie.
I hear Bore-a-me leave. Time to go annoy Bonnie. I walk down the steps to see her sitting at the table picking at her lip.
"Well Bonnie, I never thought you were one to pick your lips," I tease her. She looks up at me with those bright, shiny emerald eyes.
"Well, you don't know a lot about me, Damon," She responds. Then she starts picking at her lip again. I roll my eyes and walk over to her. She stops picking at her lip and starts chewing at it. Like that's any better. I pull her lip out from her teeth.
"Quit, you're going to chap your lips," I warn her. Bonnie just rolls her eyes.
"So?" She asks.
"So, you do that and people will think you're even less prettier than you are now," I tell her. Her eyes widen and I realize I just kind of called her pretty.
"You think I'm pretty, Damon?" She asks with a teasing smirk. I just shake my head. Bonnie laughs, and hits me playfully. I hit her back but not to hard, not wanting to cause more bruises on her. Bonnie keeps it up. We keep going until we both fall over. Bonnie rolls on top of me and tries to pin me. Silly, silly little witch. I roll us over and pin her arms over her head. I laugh at her.
While I'm to busy looking victorious, Bonnie does one of her little magic tricks and pulls me off of her. She than tries to pin me again. We start rolling around, her magic giving her an unfair advantage. I start tickling her, distracting her. While she is to busy giggling, I pin her again.
"Hey, let me up," Bonnie says, looking me straight in the eyes. I just laugh and shake my head no. She tries to use her magic again, but this time I'm prepared for it. I can fight, well for a little bit anyways. Bonnie laughs, standing up. Ha, if she thinks she is getting away with this, she is so wrong. As Bonnie starts walking away, I quickly scoop her up bridal style.
"Put me down, Damon," Bonnie whines. I laugh and start spinning her around. When I stop, I throw her onto the couch.
"Damon," Bonnie says in complaint as I see her smiling. She just sits up on the couch, still smiling. She is obviously having fun. I sit down next to her, pulling her into my side.
"How come you don't have a tv in this room?" She asks quietly, as she snuggles into my side.
"Stefan didn't think we needed one in this room," I answer her. She nods.
"Well, Stefan is a little old fashion," Bonnie says.
"A little?" I ask.
"Ok, he is very old fashion. I think its kind of cool," She answers.
"Haha, yeah he is stuck in the last century," I say, remembering my little brother's style.
"Stefan is pretty modern, he just respects some of the old traditions," She defends him.
" I know, but believe it or not, Stefan wasn't always that way," I tell her. Bonnie shoots my a confused look. I continue explaining, "His friend, Lexi…" I get out before she cuts me off, " Who you killed."
I shake my head, "Yes, thank you for the reminder." She just shrugs.
"Anyways, Lexi transformed Stefan. He used to be a ripper. One good thing is he always felt remorse, so he put the bodies back together. Stefan on human blood is bad. Especially if he turns off his emotions," I finish explaining.
"That's why he eats bambi?" Bonnie asks. I can't help but chuckle.
"Yeah, he never wanted to go back. He was pretty famous for being a ripper, so who knows what Klaus has him doing," I say, just thinking out loud. Shit, why did I tell her what I was thinking.
"You think Klaus is trying to get Stefan to go back to his ripper days?" Bonnie asks.
"Look, don't tell Elena but the last couple reports that the sheriff has put together looks like Stefan's work," I tell her. She looks shocked, and then like she is understanding it.
"Poor Stefan," I hear her mumble. I pull her closer to me, gently stroking her side. I nod. Stefan should have just let me die. Then I wouldn't feel so bad knowing he did this for me. At least I get to show Bonnie the other side of me out of this. I never wanted this to happen to Stefan. Sure, I want his girlfriend. But, I never wanted to win her over like this. Stefan shouldn't be going through this. God why does he always have to be such a saint?
Bonnie seems to pick up on my thoughts, "Damon, Stefan did this because it was the right thing to do. He knows you would have done the same thing in his position," She tries comforting me. That's not what is bothering me. What's bothering me is would I have done this? Would I have given up my life for Stefan? He is my little brother and everything, but our relationship has never been great since Katherine. At one point, I actually did hate him. I blamed him for everything. I'm no saint.
"Damon, before all this I would never have thought you would have done what Stefan did. But I have seen that you do care, so I know you would have done what Stefan did," Bonnie tells me. She gives me a hug. I just wrap my arm around her. Maybe she's right. I've never actually stopped caring. I just stopped showing it.
I hold Bonnie close, savoring moments like this. When I was alive, I didn't have time for this. Then when I became a vampire, all I did was drink the girls' blood. I lean my head on Bonnie's. Shit, bad move. I never realized how delicious Bonnie smelled. I can hear the blood coursing through her veins. I feel my vampire side go crazy. Just a taste of Bonnie's blood would be so delicious. I feel my face vamp out. I take a deep breath and I calm my vampire side. Once I have it all under control, I let out a sigh of relief.
"You alright, Damon?" Bonnie asks.
"Yeah, I'm just peachy," I tell her, but she doesn't give up.
"Damon, tell me what's wrong," She actually kind of orders me.
"Fine. Just don't freak out," I tell her, deciding its in both our best interests to give her what she wants. I feel her nod and I continue, "I smelled your blood and wanted to vamp out." She doesn't say anything and we sit there in silence for a few moments.
"You want me to move away, so you're not tempted?" She asks.
"No, stay right here. I have it under control now," I say to her, keeping her close. I like seeing, hearing, feeling all the signs that she is alive. The rhythm of her heart, the blood rushing through her veins, the warmth of her body, and the rise and fall of her chest. All of it means she is alive. Its hard to imagine her dead. Bonnie just wouldn't be Bonnie if she wasn't living.
I think I just love her warmth. Its so different from the coldness of my body. I feel her body shiver against mine.
"Cold Bonnie?" I ask her, and she nods. "Come on, I have an idea," I tell her, picking her up again as I start to walk up the stairs. Bonnie just looks at me like she is confused. She wraps her arms around my neck, getting into a more comfortable position in my arms. We walk into my room, and I gently set her down on my bed.
"Damon, why are we in your room?" Bonnie asks curiously.
"Just wait, you'll see," I tell her as I make my way over to one of the darkest areas in my room. I pull out a black leather couch and move it into an open space. Then I turn the tv around so we can see it from the couch. I pick back up and I sit down on the couch with her in my lap. She just lays against me. Then I pull a dark blanket over us. Enough to where it covers Bonnie.
"This is a nice blanket, where did you get it?" Bonnie asks, examining the blanket as I turn on tv.
"Uh a long time ago I ran into well the people who would be like cousins to me. One girl made these blankets and I bought one," I tell her.
"That's nice," She comments and I nod. Bonnie steals the tv remote away from me and starts flipping through channels.
"No romantic comedies today, got it?" I tell her. I really don't want to sit through another one of those. They really bore me to death.
"Aww, why not?" She whines.
"Cause its my tv and I said so," I say, sticking my tongue out at her. She laughs.
"Fine, besides I didn't want to watch a romantic comedy today," Bonnie says.
"Oh really? What are we going to watch today?" I ask her.
She smiles and says, "The new version of Alice in Wonderland with Johnny Depp."
I laugh, "Well at least its better than those sucky romantic comedies."
Bonnie hits me playfully and turns the movie on. I just wrap my arm around her waist and settle back into the couch. I never imagined spending my day like this. A couple days ago, I would never think that this is how my day would go. Bonnie is normally the last person I would want to spend my free time with. The absolute last person who would ever pop into my mind about who I should hang out with. Now she is the first one. Sometimes it just fucking surprises me how fast things can change.
I hear Bore-a-me getting ready to leave, but I decide not to tell Bonnie. She is watching the movie, there is no real reason to interrupt her. Besides she seems to enjoy this movie. She can worry about her sad excuse of a boyfriend later. Right now her time is mine and my time is hers. There is no good reason to let someone else cut in. I'd have to be a real messed up guy to let someone ruin the time I'm actually care free and relaxed. Well, sorry to break it to ya but I'm not as messed up as some people think.
Haha, I'm not as messed up as Bonnie used to think. Everyone has problems but ours seem to be the worse. How are we the unluckiest people in the world, but I get so lucky to have these movie night like things with Bonnie? How is it that Bonnie and I find peace and quiet around each other? How is it possible that I want to spend my time with Bonnie? Bonnie is just there. A real friend. Someone who is almost worth trusting. Almost. Maybe one day, I will trust her. Maybe.
Bonnie's P.O.V.
Damon brought me upstairs and let me pick a movie. On HIS tv. Something that most girls would kill to do. Damon is never one to be all soft, sweet, and vulnerable. He always seemed so calm, strong, and collected on the outside. I would never pegged him as one with a softer, more gentle side. I would have never guessed that I would be the one that he shows it to.
I guess we both are just craving something normal in this messed up world we live in. Something that can be real without being so crazy. Damon feels as if he owes Stefan for saving his life. Its stressing him out. I can sense it, but when he is here with me that stress seems to disappear. So what if its only for an hour? That's one hour Damon could be smiling instead of working to get Stefan back, putting moves on Elena, or drinking from a soccer mom.
Ok, so he doesn't drink from soccer moms or any people anymore. He drinks from blood blanks but its still funny to think Damon drinks from soccer moms and Stefan drinks from bambi. Hasn't bambi suffered enough losing his mom and everything? Now he is being hunted by a vampire too? Poor poor Bambi.
As the movie continues on, I start to notice things. Like how Damon's room looks. Its not decorated but it looks like a room Damon would own. Dark colors and simple things. Sure there are some fancy designs here and there but yet its still a simple room. A fucking huge room, but still a simple room. There is no pictures or any personal affects like that. Just furniture. And his clothes in the closet but that's different.
"Hey Damon?" I call out to him.
"Yeah?" he answers.
"How come you don't have any pictures or something like that in your room?" I ask him. He shrugs.
"I don't know." He tells me.
"We'll have to get you a picture some time," I tell him, making myself a mental note to take a picture with him so his room will have at least one picture.
"Why do I need a picture in my room?" Damon asked.
"To show that its your room, your personal space," I tell him.
"Can't you see that through the colors, designs, and furniture?" He asks.
"Well yeah but pictures mean so much more. They tell stories, show good times, and a way of always having a memory around," I explain to him.
He just nods. Of course Damon Salvatore never heard of hanging pictures to make a room special. Boy oh boy do I have a job for myself. Help Jeremy, help Elena and Stefan, and most importantly help Damon. He needs the most work. I'll show him a good time that doesn't involve alcohol, fighting, or something like that. We need to create some memories worth creating. That way he has something more than what has happened with Katherine, Klaus, Etc. Those memories suck, no offense to Damon. He needs some new ones. Some good ones. He needs something to show he has lived. He is fricking vampire for crying out loud, you would think he has at least one picture. I will have to search for it.
"Bonnie, are you even watching the movie?" Damon asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Yes, of course I am," I quickly responds.
He just nods, then shakes his head. I hear him chuckle and I can't help but laugh too. Damon pulls me closer and rests his hands on my sides. What a day? What a life? What an amazing time? And I seem to owe it all to Damon. I shake my head at thought. My number one personal enemy becomes a good friend. That's a first for me. I can see that happening to everyone but me. Yet it seems to happen to me.
I just stop thinking and I start paying attention to the movie. Subconsciously I snuggle myself into Damon. I take his hands in mine and I rest them on my stomach. Its time for some relaxing!
