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*The First Date*

Bonnie POV:

I continued to walk to my locker, and decided to turn around to catch the two eyes that were burning a hole into my back.

Elena gave me a blank stare, and Stefan gave me a sympathetic smile. I scrunched up my face, and gave Elena the biggest smile I could master before turning around to finish the walk to my locker.

Four Weeks Later:

My parents are gone, and I'm up in my room with dozens of clothing pins sticking out of my mouth. Meredith's dress is almost finished. For the past couple of weekends Meredith has been coming over so I can figure where everything goes, but today all I have to finish is the hemline, then I'm finished. Wednesday and Thursday night Meredith is coming over, so she can model the dress and make sure that she likes it.

I step back, spit out the pins onto my dresser, and spin the stitching needle in my hand. Grenade by Bruno Mars is playing on my stereo as I study the dress.

After finding the error, I step closer, and examine the stitching. Poised to correct the error, the doorbell rings. I look at my clock, its seven. My parents would not be home until ten.

I set my stuff down, and hop down the stairs.

I swing open the door, and there in all his dark glory, is Damon. Wearing a tight black button down with faded jeans and his motorcycle boots, he smiles at me.

"Damon? W-what are you doing here?"

"I was going to take you out to dinner."

I take my cell phone out of my back pocket, and check for messages. There are not any.

"I know I didn't call or anything, but Meredith was talking to Elena about how you have been holed up in your room working on this dress, and I figured that you needed to take a break," he flashes his teeth at me.

I look down at myself. I'm wearing jean shorts and an old t-shirt, "Umm, give me 5 minutes?"

He walks into the house, "Take all the time you need."

He begins checking out my legs, I blush before running up the stairs to my room.

I practically dive into the closet, and begin ripping clothes out and throwing them onto my bed. After a minute, I throw on a pair of dark skinny jeans, my black converse with my Kimchi blue cowl lace back tunic.

I text my parents quickly that I am going out as I brush my teeth. I apply some lip gloss, a touch of eye shadow, some blush, and a squirt of perfume. Before leaving my room, I shake my hair, and adjust my bangs.

Damon was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, "You look beautiful."

I smile, "Thanks."

He offers me his arm, and escorts me out of the house. After being a total gentleman and opening the car door for me, he descends into the car with the grace of a vampire.

"So, where are we going to eat?"

"That's a surprise."

"What makes you think I like surprises?"

He shrugs, "It doesn't matter if you like them or not, I'm not telling you where we are eating."

I know that if Damon says he's not going to do something, he's not going to do something, so I relax in the seat.

After driving on a back road for a couple of minutes he pulls up to what looks like an abandoned gas station. He holds my door open for me and offers his hand, which I graciously take.

He then proceeds to hold me bridal style and jump on top of the gas station where a blanket, candles, and food have been laid out. When he sets me down again, I look over the edge at the ground and shiver.

He holds me by the waist and pulls me closer, "Birdie, you know I would never let you fall."

I felt a blush creep over my face.

"Shall you eat now?"

My stomach grumbled in reply and we both laughed.

"I haven't eaten all day… no weird faces while I wolf down my food."

"I can't make any promises about that one, Birdie."

We walked over to the food, and I sat down with my feet hanging over the edge, and Damon sat on the other side of the dish of food that was sitting in front of me. It was a big piece of steak that smelled heavenly.

I look at him suspiciously, "If I didn't know any better, I would say that you have been planning this all day long."

He flashes me his sexy smile, and pulls out a bottle of wine.

I begin to laugh as I inspect the label further, and notice that it is Welches sparkling grape juice.

He gives me an innocent look, "What? We deserve the finest wine we can get our hands on."

"But of course," I smile.

He pulls out two wine glasses and fills them before offering me one. Before I can drink, he raises his glass, "A toast, to Prom, may it change our lives forever."

I giggle as we clinked glasses, "Haven't you been to Prom before?"

He shook his head, "When I was still a human, Prom was not in existence yet, but I have been to dances before. Just not Prom."

I felt so touched by his words, I smiled, "You mean I'm your first Prom date?"

"Yeah."

"So Damon Salvatore is going to experience his first Prom… with me? I feel so honored, is this when the fireworks come out of nowhere and confetti flies around us?" I giggled even more.

He rolled his eyes and playfully nudged my shoulder, "Just shut up and eat, McCullough."

I stab my fork into the steak and take a huge bite. After realizing how delicious it really is, I finish off the steak.

"Damn, Birdie. That has to be some kind of record."

I looked at him innocently, "I was hungry."

"Desert?" He asked.

My eyes got really wide and I nodded my head.

He pulled a strawberry cheesecake slice out of the basket. I finished it off after a few minutes, and rubbed my stomach, "Thanks for bringing me this much food, I needed it."

"The way Meredith was talking about you working so hard with Elena made me want to give you some break time."

"So… Elena talk to you about anything lately?"

"Something along the lines of 'Stop trying to make me jealous by using an innocent child'."

I huffed and crossed my arms, "I am not a child!"

"Was exactly my point when talking to her," he explained. "You are a maiden, and the way she uses the word child sounded so… bitter."

I shrug my shoulders, "She's jealous that I'm going with you to Prom."

"I'm going to deny this if you ever say this in public, but… I'm actually praying for Saint Stefan right now. He has to marry her."

"Everything will work out the way it was meant to work out. I mean," I let out a little laugh. "She's making it sound like we are in love with each other, and Prom is like a way of sealing the deal… crazy right?"

He was quiet for a moment, "What if I was in love with you Bonnie?"

Oh god, he used my name… this is not good.

"Well, since we are speaking totally hypothetical," I nervously began. "I would respond with, you just realized that you don't really love Elena, so maybe you should decide for yourself if what you feel for me is real or not before jumping to a conclusion that you love me."

Before I could even blink he was on top of me, and I was lying down. His hands were placed beside my head, and he was not putting any of his weight on me, he whispered, "What if it's too late? What if I can't stop thinking about you?"

I felt myself blush again, I nervously stuttered, "W-well then, I guess-"

Not even allowing me time to finish the sentence, his lips claimed mine. When I began kissing back, he rolled over so that I was on top of him.

His silky lips caused a moan to escape my own as his kisses became rougher. A growl erupted through his throat when my tongue asked entrance into his mouth. His tongue fought for dominance and won.

We had already made out once before, the first time he arrived in Fells Church and we met at a party… But these kisses are way different, even thinking about them leaves me breathless. Something about these kisses are more possessive and way hotter than the previous make out.

My insides were melting while his hands were roaming up and down my body. We finally had to stop so that I could catch my breath, and I looked into his eyes and I saw a hunger in them that I swore has only been seen be Elena.

He sat us up, and I was on his lap, facing him, "Do you believe me now, Birdie?"

I nodded my head.

"I know that you don't know how you feel about me yet, so don't worry about having to say anything for now. We can just sit here and look at the stars."

I almost felt like crying, Damon was… perfect. He didn't even realize how perfect of a guy he was; it always seems like he is comparing himself to his younger brother.

I didn't want to say anything to ruin the mood so I just wrapped my arms around his neck, and buried my head into the gap between his shoulder and his neck. I inhaled his scent, and there are no words to describe the way he smells. It's just Damon.

I felt his lips on my neck, and I didn't feel nervous. I trusted him enough to know that he wouldn't try anything. Eventually I let go, and we lay down to look at the stars.

At that moment, all the problems with the others seemed to fade away. It was just Damon and I in that moment and I knew THIS was worth fighting for.

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