Hey, hey! Im gonna write chapter 8 now otherwise I will forget! Oh and thanks again to everyone that reviewed.

3 hours later, Elena and Bonnie made their way back to Bonnie's car. Their hands were filled with bags. Most of their time, they brought clothes. They packed the stuff into the car and slid into the vehicle. Bonnie turned the engine and drove out of the parking lot.

"That was fun!" exclaimed Bonnie who was looking absolutely exhausted.

"Yeah!"

"Do you want to come to the grill with me. I think im going to need a caffeine buzz."

"Yeah sure. Maybe we can find a hot guy for you." Laughed Elena. Bonnie grabbed her purse and threw it with all her might at Elena while shouting, "shut up!" The drive to the grill was silent, which made them relax. They were exhausted from their long shopping trip and really needed sleep. Bonnie parked the car and went in and ordered 2 coffee's, and went back to sit with Elena. They talked for a while before a waitress came and gave them a warm cup of steaming coffee, which was delicious.

"Thank you." Said Elena taking an enormous sip from her cup.

****************************************************************Damon was bored...he was more than bored...very bored...extremely bored...frustratingly bored...did he happen to mention how bored he was? He wanted Elena, and he wanted her now! But she was out with the witch. Grrr! Today was hopeless. He didn't find any traces or any news or signs that would tell him where they are or who they are. He got up and poured himself a drink and gulped it down in one go. And he did the same with another, then another, then another, and soon he was completely and utterly drunk. He stumbled onto the bed and sent a text to Elena.

To: Elena

Message: Hello, Kitten. How's it goin with witchy friend. Hpoe your having fun and I am mssngi you lads. He sent the text before realising he had spelt nearly every word wrong.

From: Elena

Message: What the hell, Damon! You spelt every word wrong! Are you drunk? I thought you were a grown man not a fricken toddler. God, I hate you sometimes!

Damon looked at the message and smirked. Yep, he could wind up anyone when he's drunk. He threw the phone and it landed on the floor causing it to smash.

"...oops..." He stayed spreaded out on the bed and soon fell into a sleep.

****************************************************************Elena sighed in frustration. Why does Damon always have to be a gorgeous immature hunk?

"What's wrong, Elena?"

"Huh? Oh nothing, just Damon being Damon." She said. She looked over Bonnie's shoulder and a smile was plastered on her lips. "Hey, you see that guy there." She said pointing to a very muscular man with dirty blonde hair and light, icy blue eyes, like Damon's but not nearly as beautiful as his. "I think he likes you. He keeps staring at you."

"Oh shut it, Elena. He's probably looking at you." A shadow loomed over them causing them to look up. And sure enough the mysterious stranger was looking down at them smirking.

"Hello, ladies. Mind if I join you?" he asked in a soothing, sing-song voice.

"Sure why not." Elena said. And then she looked at her phone and gasped. "Is that the time, I better go. Sorry Bonnie." And with that she stood up with a wicked smile playing on her lips. Bonnie knew exactly what she was doing. She was going to go and leave them alone. Elena left and Bonnie was left alone with the mysterious, gorgeous stranger...