Best Friend

Pt 10 - He's hurting too! Pt1

R-M

This chapter is divided into two parts, so its not so long! ;) Please Enjoy!

"Crazy, right? You and short stuff were married. Now, you couldn't even look one another in the eye. I didn't like watching your interaction with each other." Mike said when he had some alone time with Damon. "How do you go from being married... to that? Whatever that was."

"You know the crazy thing, I never signed the divorce papers. She thinks we're divorced, but we ain't."

"Sal, you haven't told her you guys are still married? What kind of horse shit is that?"

"I'on't know. I guess, in the back of my mind, I always bought we'd regret a divorce. I always saw us gettin' back together. Ain't no bad blood between us. I know I didn't want it. She didn't either. She's just stubborn."

"So you're holding her marriage against her will?"

"She don't know, so it ain't hurtin' nobody." Damon's logic was to hold on to whatever he could, of her. "I've been engaged, she's supposedly engaged. Whatever, that means."

Mike laughed. "It means you're a crazy son of a bitch, is what it means. Come on, let's get to Blacksburg. Is Psycho I mean Sy coming?"

"Naw. She's gone stay here. She's tired from her flight."

"You sure that's why she's tired from her short flight? I heard her screamin' all night." He said.

"Well, I wont lie. I puts in work, but she was just puttin' on a show for you."

"Pft! Fuck that. Why would she do that?" Mike said shaking his head laughing.

"Well, maybe she thinks you'll tell Birdie. Don't ask me. I needed that though. After two nights ago, I just don't know where I see my life goin' anymore."

"What happened? You have been funny actin' since I got here yesterday." He looked at Damon, and Sybil walked out of the bedroom.

"Mornin' fellas." She gave Damon the flirty eyes. "Good mornin' baby." She said kissing him. "When are you going to shave this got damned beard? I miss your five am face. This looks dirty and scruffy." She walked around in a little Korean print silk robe and fluffy house shoes.

"Whoah, where'd you get that robe?"

"Your closet. I thought you bought it for me." She said frowning.

"No, it ain't yours, I bought that for Birdie when I was in Korea. I've told you that before. Quit puttin' it on."

"Why do you still have it, then?." She yelled.

"Because I do. Damn. You quit actin' brand new. Damnit, now go take it off. That was a gift for her twentieth birthday. Got damnit, Sy! Stop fuckn' doin' that!" He yelled.

"You hate me. Why do you torture me like this? You keep her things in your home. YOUR HOME! Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you."

"You do. Always hurting my feelings. Damon, am I not, important to you?"

"Baby, your important to me. But I'm not gone argue about things that have nothin' to do with you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing his face. Mike turned in irritation.

"I'll be in the truck Sal." He said, knowing how Sy had Damon wrapped around her nasty little fingers.

"I'm right behind you." Damon said.

Yeah sure. Mike thought. As soon as he left out of the front door, Sybil started working her magic.

She took the robe off and stood naked. "Oops, sorry. Here's your precious little robe." She reached out to hand it to him, then dropped it in he trash. "Uh oh."

"Got damnit." Damon said grabbing for the robe, but she pulled his arm out of the trash and put it on her body.

"One kiss before the road. Please. I'll be here all day by myself." He leaned in to give her a peck and she took full advantage landing a wet kiss on him and attacking his body with her own. "Make love to me." He tried fighting her, but she grabbed him by his hair and attacked his mouth. Her naked body was on him and he wouldn't make it out to Mike for another twenty minutes.

..x..

"You know what I find fascinating. This is the second time we've hung out til sun up, and we haven't had sex."

"Why's that funny?" Stefan asked her.

"I mean, back home, if a man spends twenty minutes with you at a party he thinks he's gettin' the panties."

"Well, I could get in your drawers if that's what you want. I just thought maybe, you liked he idea of gettin' to know me. I'm a gentleman. I might, have a way with the ladies, but I ain't a womanizer." He laughed.

"I respect that Stefan, plus... I'm gettin' the hang of this bartending thing. It's pretty fun."

"And, you so damn pretty you clean up on tips." He threw the white towel over his shoulder.

"Four hundred-eighth dollars in an eight hour shift... that's my-" Stefan stops her with a kiss. "Uh, my... my...?" He kisses her again. "Damn."

"I wanna kiss you, without them clothes on." He looked her in her eyes and kept her in a trance. "I mean, I wanna kiss you without the pants on more specifically."

"I knew it, you are trouble." She said playing with her bottom lip with her teeth. She wore her hair down today, and curly hair did something to him.

"I just wanna lick your pussy. You look like you taste fuckin' good." His lack of subtlety made her drop her tips.

"Oh gosh. I'm just not used men sayin' things like that, so randomly." She stooped down to pick up her money and he stopped down and grabbed her hands.

"The bar is locked up. Ain't nobody here but me and you." He stood her up and unbuckled her pants. "You have any objections?"

"I don't. I'm literally... speechless."

"Good." He pulled her pants and panties down and lifted her onto the bar. "Now, I'm going show you a couple things I can do with my tongue, then I'm gone show you how Salvatores take tequila shots."

"Tequila shots?"

"Yeah, I take unique shots of tequila, but you have to be open-minded and willing to let me pour it on various parts of your body."

"Various? As in an area other than my navel?"

He grinned and man-giggled. "Yes... City girl. As in areas other than just your navel. Trust me, you won't be complainin' once I drink it without wasting a drop." He said looking at her cookie.

"Oh fuck!" She said covering her lady bits.

"Yeah." He said in a cocky way. He laid her back and pulled her legs around his neck.

"Holy fuck." Ginny said when she felt his tongue. Stefan went to town on Ginny and she reveled in every place the tequila wound up on her body, that he drank from. All five places.

..x..

"Geez, you know she's like a voodoo witch doctor, right?" Mike looked at Damon as they drove up the highway. Damon looked back, rolling his eyes. Reverting to the road. He ignored Mike, and focused on driving and not fighting about his psychotic on again off again girlfriend.

"You think, because you give me that, fuck you look that I'm going to drop it? What the fuck Sal? Why do you deal with her still? She's not trustworthy, wearing Birdies robe. She's trying to erase her from your life. She's insecure and it's unlikeable. I've been to war with you. I've had your back for the past eight years. I'm being honest, here; I don't trust her. That should mean something to you."

Damon shook his head. "You'd say that, b'cos you want me with Birdie. I get it. I love her too, but fuck, it ain't always worth the fight."

"Got damn. See what I mean? Two days ago, you were tellin' me about how much you missed her and when you saw her, you damn near blew her back out. Now you can't stand her. What he fuck happened?"

"You don't wanna know. She just did somethin' low. Lower than low. I'on't even know her anymore."

"What, is this about, the guy at the diner?"

"She has a son, Lawss."

"Yeah, cute as hell. It must be an amazing experience for her."

"And me?" Damon snapped at Mike.

"You're right. I'm sorry. Point is, she lost a child. Imagine the joy she feels with that little boy. I watched her while she sat across from us at the diner. She was very into every move that kid made. Her attention was on him the entire time. Imagine, how careful, she is with him, because eight years ago, she lost the chance to be a mother. She's going to do what she can to protect him.

"Yeah. She protected him so much she kept him from his father for two got damn years."

"What are you talkin' about?"

"Apparently, he's my son!"

"Say what!"

"Yeah. I went to her bedroom the other night, remember how I told you I used to climb into her bedroom? Well, I went up there, one night. Surprised her, and there he was. Black hair blue eyes, caramel skin. Lookin' like me. Just like me. Red cheeks, and all. Then she sang him to sleep, the same way she used sing to me."

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"Exactly. That's what I said!" Damon yelled enraged.

"Pull over."

"What?" Damon asked confused.

"PULL OVER!" Mike yelled.

"Fine." Damon swerved over quickly and pulled over.

"Get out!" Mike said, opening the door and not even closing it, just getting out angry and furious.

Damon looked confused. He stared at Mike suspiciously then got out of the truck slowly. He knew Mike had a crazy side, just like he did. But Mike didn't get crazy often. He was usually fun loving and happy go lucky. Damon took his time looking at Mike like a crazy man. Then he walked toward him slowly in front of the Chevy truck.

"Uhhh... Lawson, you okay?"

Mike walked in circles rubbing his hand on his face and through his hair. Frustration built up over the years, and somehow the conversation with Damon got to him. He paced for about fifteen seconds, and Damon just stood there, staring. Trying to figure him out. Mike stopped pandering and then looked at Damon, and pulled his right arm back and swung it at Damon's jaw. Striking him across the jaw.

Damon stumbled backwards a bit and grabbed his jaw, trying to catch himself. "Got damnit! The fuck is wrong with you? You wanna got damn fight?" Damon charged back at Mike and tackled him to the ground. "The fuck old man? You got eight years on me, you think I'm gone let you whoop my ass?"

Damon spat out, ready to knock Mike unconscious. Mike stood up and grabbed Damon by his shirt and shook him. "You mean to tell me, you were in the same place as your child, yesterday, and you didn't say a got damn thing to him or his mother? Your ex-wife. Hell, your fucking wife!"

"She kept him from me. What was I supposed to do? Oh look , I caught you in a lie, but let me embrace it anyway! Fuck that! Why can't I be angry? Why can't I get mad? I'm a person too. Is it only okay, for her to hate me for what I did? Two wrongs don't make a right."

"Naw they don't. Her keeping him from you, was wrong. But you haven't necessarily made it easy on her, when it comes to leaning on you."

"My chest hurts." Damon almost cried. "Birdie lied to me! She ain't NEVER lied to me, 'til now. She hurt me to my core."

"Fuck Sal. You don't get it. Look at her. She's been through a lot. You fucked up. You did, but you can't expect her to just act like it never happened. Can you blame her? You lied about not going to your daughter's funeral... you allowed her to avoid her pain and not deal with it for three years, while she played your perfect, supportive wife. She held everything in, to be your support system. She put her pain aside, and supported you. She chose you over her family."

"I was her husband!"

"Yeah, so you were supposed to protect her. Not hurt her. She trusted you to be honest."

"I know."

"You lied to her about joining the Army. Changing her life, and how it affected her going to college and starting her life. She put it ALL on hold for you. And supported you. What kind of father, and I'm sorry I'm the one to say it, but you need to hear it, what type of father, just leaves his wife hanging when their child dies? Maybe just maybe... she had this little boy, and wanted to tell you, but didn't want to risk, the idea that you could abandon her again! Because this time you wouldn't just be hurting just her, but you'd be hurting him too. You ever think about that?" Mike yelled, as he and Damon became emotionally charged up. Mike was Bonnie's friend too, and she confided in him when it came to Damon.

Damon didn't think about it in the way Mike put it.

"I'ma piece a shit. I know! But I tried to be better."

"You're not a piece of shit. I know you're a good man, and she's always known. She knew when you didn't realize it. Give her more credit." Mike walked back to the truck. "Now, get your shit together. You've got a son, you need to act like it." He got in the truck and shook out his hand, and his swollen knuckles, looking at them. He hurt it hitting Damon's face. Damon grabbed his jaw, getting back into his truck.

"I can't believe you fuckin' hit me. We good now?" Damon asked.

"Yup." Mike said, putting his seat belt on, and waiting for his best friend to start the truck and drive.

"Fuck you."

"Yeah well, if your father had'a told you, I wouldn't have to. You're better than your mistakes."

Damon rubbed his jaw and started driving. "Sum'ma bitch."

...

When Bonnie woke up the next day, she had woken up to her mother and Nik downstairs. She smelled bacon and eggs and Dylan was peakin' around lying in bed, waiting for Bonnie to wake up. "Hungry baby boy?"

"Num num." he rubbing his eyes while his long black hair fell into his face.

"Maybe nana is right. Maybe we'll trim your hair. Even if I like this little black mop top." She sat up and walked to the bathroom with Dylan, putting him on the little potty, while she sat on the big one. She waited a while to see if he'd go, but he didn't. Then she washed their hands and brushed both of their teeth.

...

"Mornin' momma... Nik ."

"Mornin' baby."

"When did y'all get back?"

"Last night. Kind of early. You were sleeping very hard so we let you two be."

"I was hoping that I could pick your brain about the wedding?"

"Sure Nik, what's up?" Bonnie said putting Dylan into his high chair.

"Coffee, anyone?" Abby asked.

"Yes, love please. You know how I like my coffee. Strong and black with a little sweetness." He said. Bonnie giggled under her breath at the metaphor for coffee and women.

"Momma, I'll take a coffee with some sweet cream please." Bonnie walked to the fridge and grabbed some grapes and blueberries. Then to the fruit bowl on the cabinet for some bananas and oranges. She cut her and Dylan up two bowls of fruit. "Anybody else want fruit?"

"No thank you. Listen, love, I know, you know Abby better than anyone. She says she wants the ceremony to be small and intimate. I think it would be nice to turn it into a small party, kind of like a hoedown."

"That sounds awesome, maybe I can talk Stefan into using the B.I."

"That would be marvelous, love." Nik said to Bonnie.

"Absolutely not. We ain't goin' to the Brandin' Iron Bonnie. It's out of the question." Abby said.

"Why, momma? It's perfect. The scenery, and everything. We'll turn it into a little hoedown and momma, you should wear your wedding dress with cowgirl boots. Me, and Rebekah can wear boots with our bridesmaid's dresses. Why not momma?"

"I just think it's in poor taste, is all." She meant insinuating her and Giuseppe's past.

"Darling, you wanted Bonnie to plan. Leave it to her. She'll do what works for everyone, I'm sure." Nik grabbed Abby from around the waist and pulled her into him. "I want this day to be memorable for us both. A small intimate wedding for you, and a little bigger of a crowd for the reception for us and our families."

"I don't need some big thing."

"You deserve a lovely day. You're going to be picture perfect and I want everyone to see you, and know my beautiful bride." His pouty pink lips spoke low and slow and she watched him as he picked the way he'd use his words to soften her. His lips reached for hers and gave her some soft, lingering kisses. Kiss after kiss, Nik was a very sensual man. Suddenly Ginny's words from the other day popped into Bonnie's head, about her mom and Nik's sex life, and the vision she never wanted became a reality. They had sex. She could tell by the way Nik kissed her mother, then suddenly she reminded of a memory of she and Kol.

Four and a half years ago...

Bonnie left Georgia a year ago, after deciding to pursue her dream school at UCLA. She had been taking community college classes for two years in Georgia and found out Damon was headed to Korea a year ago. Bonnie looked through her laptop and began reading old emails from Damon. One with the subject line: missin' u

Dear Birdie,

God, it's been a couple months since you left. Fuck, I'm not the same man without you. My life feels less meaningful. So, while I was out today, everything I saw reminded me of you. I was doing some shopping and you know, Korean clothing stores are different than American. I don't really see much your style here, but I took notice on a silk robe today. Its pink with a little red and blue, and a lotus flower in the frontt. The lotus flower is a symbol of purity and birth. It reminded me of you. How I've watched you grow over the years and how your heart always remained pure. The robe is beautiful. It has black lapels and the back of it has a black Double Hee. Which is the symbol of Husband and Wife. It means harmony between man and woman. It's short. I saw it, and thought of you. I bought it. I wanted to send it to you. But I figured I'd keep it at my place until the day you come home. I'll hold it forever if I have to, but it being here symbolizes, my hope for you coming home. No matter where I am in life, Baby girl, my journey won't be complete I without you. I'm sorry for what I put you through. I guess I'll pay for it, until you come home.

I love you Bird, with all my heart,

Doodle.

That email was nine months ago. Her eye watered reading it. She wondered when she'd ever see her Korean Robe. She wanted to wear it for him. He'd been in back from Korea a few months, back at his duty station, and since they were separated now, she took his leaving easier. He started dating Sybil a couple months back, Bonnie had no idea it was her. She just heard he was going on dates with other women a couple of months ago. It was heart-breaking to find out, but she tried to remain friendly, because she was in a new place in life. She had been on campus for about six months at this point, when she ran into Kol again.

"Bonnie Bennett."

"Wow, Kol Mikaelson. Nice to see you. How, are you?"

"Good, just playing ball. I had no idea you were in LA. WOW. This is probably the single greatest day of my life. So, your guardian, decided to loosen the reigns, I see?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing much. Just, he was so protective of you, he barely let you outta his sight. I'm surprised you're here."

"Well, he and I are separated, so he has no say in what I do?"

"Good. I like to see you, alone for a change. How's campus life?"

"Dorm life sucks. But, I'm rarely there. I always work."

"Where are you working?"

"I work at the campus grille. It's not that great, but I make good tips. They've been fair to me." She smiled with her hair up in a bun and her white tank top on, with an unbuttoned old flannel shirt of Damon's, and some small jean shorts. Kol's eyes wondered her body unabashed.

"Well, there's a party tonight. If you want to go with me. Have you been to a college party?"

"No. Pft. I don't know that many people. I spend my Friday and Saturday nights working the grille. My roommate, invited me to some frat party tonight, but..."

"Yeah. It's my fraternity, biannual-fundraiser. Cover is $20 but... you'd be my date."

"No. I shouldn't." She remembered how Damon hated Kol, and maybe it wasn't a good idea. Then again, when he found out about Kol all those years ago, he interfered in his own selfish way.

"Princess, I won't bite. You know me. Our families are friends. Come on. Let me introduce you to the college life. I'm a pro, you'll know everyone by the end of the semester." He stood in his work out gear. Sweaty and still managing to be some beautiful, work of art. He had his Nike sweatpants on sort of low, with his hoodie and Nike's. Kol was always wearing the flashiest clothes, even to work out in. She remembers seeing that jogging suit online recently and she wouldn't be surprised if he had it in every color. A small part of her guilty conscious wanted to know what he looked like underneath his clothes. But she remained focused on his flirty eyes and dimples. She caught him looking at her very intensely.

"What Kol? Stop staring at me that way."

"Are you wearing a bra?"

"Really? You can tell I'm not? That's why I put this darn flannel on. I need to wash clothes and haven't had time." She laughed.

"Here, give me your phone."

"Why?"

"Just give me your phone." She reached in her back pocket and handed it to him. "I'm going to put my new number in and my address. Come by my house in an hour, and you can do your laundry at my place."

"Let me guess, you don't live in the dorms?" She laughed.

"Hell no. I have a condo. Just... make sure to give me an hour to shower. "Bring your stuff by, and after words, you can get ready at my place. I live alone, so no one will be there."

"Fine. I should get back to my room then. I guess I can put studying aside for a night."

"Good that's what I like to hear."

"Well, is this driving distance?"

"You don't have a car?"

"Kol, I just started school this year. I can't afford a car."

"Fine, tell you what, I'm already sweaty. I'll run to the condo. Here's my car keys. It's a black Jag, in the parking lot. I just came to the library to return a book. Cars out front. Now you can't flake out on me."

"Fine."

He left her his car keys and started jogging home.

...

Bonnie drove to his condo, and realized he was a couple miles away from the school. He jogged home like it was nothing she thought, and remembered what a gentleman he'd always been.

When she went up to his condo, she knocked nervously on the door with two loads of laundry in bags in her hand. He opened the door, in a towel. Her face showed immediate shock and intimidation.

"Sorry, jogging here gave me less time than I thought. Come in." She walked in slowly. Astounded by the way he was living. But he was filthy rich, she knew she shouldn't have been surprised.

"Wow, I should've known you'd be living good."

"Make yourself at home I'm going to finish shaving. I still haven't taken my shower. If you need me, I'll be in my bathroom. If you'd like to shower... there's a shower in the second bedroom, which is my study, and towels and whatever else."

"Sure thanks Kol."

Bonnie walked around his condo. Looked at several pictures he had around. Including a picture of him and her at prom. "Wow." She said to herself. She continued looking and eventually remembered she needed to do laundry. She tossed a load in and sat on his couch reading a book while she waited for her load to finish. Kol, stumbled back out an hour later and he was dressed in basketball shorts and nothing else.

"You hungry?"

"Um, not really?"

"Maybe a drink?"

"Sure."

He fixed a drink and took it to her. "Here."

"Oh, you meant a drink, drink? I thought you meant sweet tea or water."

"No. try this. It's good."

"What is it? "Pineapple juice, cranberry juice, vodka, and Red Bull." Bonnie sipped it.

"Wow, yeah. It's good."

"So, tonight's an all-black party. You have any black?"

"I didn't bring party clothes. Sorry maybe next time." She said, disappointing him.

"Really? It would've been nice to introduce you to everyone. I'll tell you what. I won't stay at the party. I'll show my face and disappear."

"No, seriously. I'm fine. If you drop me off at my dorm, I'll just, go finish studying."

"No. If we had time, I'd take you shopping, but...fuck it. Come on. Let's go to the mall."

"Kol, I don't need you to take me shopping. Really I don't like frat parties."

He stood her up and made her finish her drink. "Come on."

Kol took Bonnie shopping and bought her a skin-tight dress and some black ankle boots. Then he took her back to his house where he made her get ready. "I'm going to make you late for your own party."

"Stop it. We'll be fine." He dropped the bag of make up and the ridiculously expensive curling iron he bought her and left her alone for two hours in his bathroom. When she emerged, his jaw dropped. "Holy hell. I never realized you were always covering that up."

Bonnie felt weird. She was in this hot little black dress, and looking like a super model, but she didn't feel like one. She remembered a year ago she was someone's wife, and she looked at her body remembering she was pregnant. She wasn't used to wearing such clothes. The only time she showed skin was when her and Damon went to the beach, or she was in her house with him. Her mother never let her get too crazy with clothes and that always stayed with her. "Whats wrong princess? You look beautiful."

"I just feel weird. I don't feel right wearing this tiny dress and these slutty boots with this make up."

Kol was surprised. "Okay. I'm sorry. I just, thought you needed a break. The studying, the pressure everyone puts on you. I wanted you to just forget it all tonight. After all you only get this experience once. But... I promise I understand. A girl like you was always meant to be good. You can stay here tonight if you want, and I'll cut the party short. I have to show my face, but, I won't stay. I'll come back and if you want, we can just talk or whatever."

"No, I couldn't ask you to do that. Just enjoy yourself. I'll show myself out."

"Princess. Stop. Stay here. Make yourself at home. I'll go the party and come back okay? Please don't leave. Stay the night."

Bonnie smiled and nodded. "Okay. But don't leave early for me. I'll probably be sleep when you get back anyways. Just have fun."

He looked at her with a sincere face and smiled. "Be back soon. Call if you need me."

She smiled and walked him to the door and locked it. When she walked around his place, she saw how impossibly clean he was. He had only healthy foods in his place, except one drawer with sweets. She laughed, he had a sweet tooth. She grabbed some chocolate chip cookies and went to his couch and watched some movies. He kept his word, because two hours later, he was back.

"Gosh, I really think you should've stayed. I feel awful." He was quiet and smiled. "What?"

"Nothing. I just remembered how we went to your prom four years ago and that night, I wanted to kiss you so bad, and I never did." He said. "I was nervous."

"You... nervous? You're older than me."

"Yeah, but you weren't like other girls."

"Oh. Yeah, well... I had a crazy momma too."

"It wasn't that. I knew how your mom was it didn't bother me. It was Damon. He was always watching us. I knew he was watching that night too. I just think about how much time went by and we never did, really get to that place in our friendship. I respected you and because of that... I never made a move. You were a good girl. Too good for a guy like me."

"Kol, you're sweet, you always have been. I loved that about you. You never pressured me into anything. Your reputation precedes you. You're one of the good guys."

"I should change clothes. I'm going to put on something comfortable. Be back." He said. She sat in some shorts and a t-shirt. When he came back into the room he had on some sweat pants and, nothing else.

Baseball did a body good, she thought. She felt horrible though. She just came out of a four-year relationship with her husband, to sitting on the couch of the boy who took her to prom four years ago.

He sat by her again. "What are we watching?"

"Cast away. For whatever reason, I just never changed it. It's kind of sad, and I don't know why I watched it." She smiled helplessly. He smiled back and his hand casually landed on the couch behind her shoulders. She looked at him and he kept looking at tv. She leaned into him. Then his arm wrapped around her holding her shoulder. They sat that way for over an hour. Once she yawned, he looked at her asking if she wanted to sleep in his bed and he'd take the couch. She declined. She said she was fine with the couch. It wasn't until his hand landed on her thigh that she made a noise, like a sigh and she got goosebumps.

"You cold?"

"No." she said nervously. He smiled and squeezed her thigh. Bonnie laughed. "Sorry. I'm ticklish."

"Oh yeah? Good to know." And it started with a tickle. Next thing you know they were kissing on his couch. The kiss four years in the making. She was pleasantly surprised. He wasn't as intense and passionate as Damon, but it was sweet and soft. Which made her feel like the aggressor, because she crawled over his lap, and began kissing him a little more feverishly. He followed her lead perfectly, because his long arms and hands went to her lower back and held her gently. He hugged her and held her and they made up for that missed kiss four years ago, for a couple hours on his couch that night. They didn't have sex. They just made out like two lost teenagers. Only this time she was twenty-one not seventeen, and he was aware that she was into him now. His soft lips were very giving and she could tell the way he kissed, he was probably a tender lover. But she wouldn't discover that tonight. Tonight, she got her prom kiss, the one from her date, that she hoped for that night on the porch before her mother flickered the porch light.

Present Time...

"So, you agree with me Bonnie? Intimate vowel exchange and big country reception " Nik said. He shook her out of her thoughts.

"Yes. I do. Momma, just think about it, you have less than three weeks." Bonnie grabbed her plate, which Nik handed her, winking at her for helping with Abby. Then she ate and fed her son some of her food along with their fruit.

Abby and Nik kept flirting quietly at the table. Her mom truly looked happy, and she knew whatever happened with G, had to be a mistake, because Abby looked happy with Nik. She's never seen Abby look that happy wth any man. Not even her father. How could she have cheated on him, with G? It must be some bad habit, which made her think of Damon, and how easy it was to go back to Damon. Was Damon a bad habit? Was it a mistake every time she went back to him? Were she and Doodle, Abby and G? Her fear was becoming her mother and G, because in her mind, Abby and G were a painful reminder of selfishness. She didn't want her and Damon to be selfish.

So this was an intro to Bonnie and Kol... But this chapter is mainly about how Damon is really hurt behind Bonnies actions. This next part is going to be uploaded with this one. I just want to point out neither Bonnie or Damon are perfect, which is what the story is about. How much they had to grow up without each other. I have chapter 11 written but, since Ive uploaded this is two parts. I'm just uploading chapter ten today. Thanks for reading