The Untold Secrets of Bonnie and Enzo, based off the secrets series.

Chapter 10

Bonnie

She could remember the first time she wanted to kiss Enzo as clearly as the day she found her mother dead. Both times were equally as terrifying, but in two different ways.

Bonnie and Enzo had been sitting on the hood of his car at their secret spot tucked away in the trees, staring out at the lake. It was harder than hell to get back to the spot, but the view and serenity made it worth it.

It had been quiet between the two of them for a while, which was normal except for the jealousy stirring inside her over Enzo's latest hook up, Nadia. She'd never felt this way before and it puzzled her. It wasn't like the girl was anything special to Enzo, but he'd told Damon that she had the potential to be girlfriend material and it was bugging Bonnie.

Enzo's arms were tucked under his head and his eyes were shut as the sunlight beamed down on him. His shirt had ridden up and she could see his tattoo peeking out. As she stared at it the urge to run her fingers along it drove her crazy.

"I don't like Nadia," she abruptly sputtered out, sitting up quickly.

Enzo's eyebrows knitted as his eyes gradually opened against the sunlight. "Huh?"

"That Nadia girl you were talking about the other day," she said, staring out at the water rippling in the gentle breeze. "I don't think you should date her."

He rose up on his elbows. "Because you don't like her?"

"No..." she tucked strands of her hair out of her eyes. "I just don't want you to date her."

The wind filled the silence. Enzo sat up and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Okay, I won't," he said as if it was as simple as breathing.

Bonnie pressed back a smile, not fully understanding why the hell she was so happy. Enzo lay back down and drew her with him. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his heart beating, steady as a rock, unlike hers which was dancing inside her chest.

The longer she stayed in his arms, the more content she became. She felt safe, like nothing could hurt her, but she was in complete denial that she was starting to fall in love with her best friend.

It's been a week since the car racing incident and she has been hiding out in her bedroom living on mac n' cheese and Diet Dr. Pepper. Jamie still hasn't headed home, but Rebekah did the morning after the race. She wanted to stay, but Bonnie didn't want her to and she thinks her dad wasn't too keen on the idea either.

It's been kind of lonely, though.

Bonnie still hadn't listened to Enzo's voicemail, and the constant flashing on the screen tormented her. She decide to take a break from the house today and do something she had been meaning to do for a while. She wanted to sketch her mother's grave because she won't always be close enough to visit it. It's been bothering her the entire eight months that she'd been gone. She feel guilty because it was her who put Abby there and then she just left her.

Bonnie collected her sketchbook and pencils from the drawer night stand, slip on her shoes and sunglasses, and head out the front door. She walk up the sidewalk toward Fell's Church and decide to make a last minute stop at Ric's.

She knock on the trailer door and Jo, the nurse, answers it wearing blue scrubs. "Oh, hi Bonnie, I don't think Ric's up for any visitors today, sweetie."

"But he told me to stop by," she say stupidly. "I know it's a little later than I told him and I'm sorry."

"He's not mad at you, Bonnie," she says kindly. "I've just got him hooked up on oxygen and he's got a cough."

She shield her eyes from the sun and stare up at her. "Is he okay?"

She sighs, leaning against the doorframe. "He's just having a rough day today, but try back in a few days, okay hun."

Bonnie nods and back down the steps as she shuts the door. She stares helplessly at the back window which leads to Ric's room. He's sick and there's nothing she could do. She had no control over this.

As horrid images of her mom's death flash through her mind, she run into the field and throw up.

Mystic Falls cemetery was located up on near Fell's Church, which on foot is quite a hike, but she enjoy the break from the reality of life. There is no one up there - there hardly ever is. She push through the gate and situate by a tree right in front of her mom's headstone.

As she sketch the lines of the fence and the vines that coil it, she angle downward and draw the curve of her tombstone. Bonnie become lost in the movements, adding wings to the side of it, because she was always so fascinated with flying.

A few weeks before her death, her mother begged to go on a walk with her. Bonnie gave in even though she had plans that day. It was sunny and the air smelled like cut grass. It felt like nothing could go wrong.

She wanted to go to the bridge so they walked all the way across town to the lake. When they arrived there, she climbed on the railing and spread her hands out to balance as her long auburn hair flapped in the wind.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Bonnie asked, reaching for the back of her shirt to pull her down.

She sidestepped down the railing out of her reach and stared at the water below. "Bon Bon, I think I can fly."

"Mom, stop it and get down," she said, not taking her very seriously at first.

But when she turned her head and looked at Bonnie, she could see in her mother's eyes that she wasn't joking. She really believed she could fly.

Bonnie tried to stay as composed as possible. "Mom, please get down. You're scaring me."

She shook her head and her legs wobbled a little. "It's okay honey. I'll be fine. I can feel it in my body that I can fly."

Bonnie took a cautious step toward her and her foot bumped the curb of the bridge. The cement rubbed her toe raw and she could feel blood oozing out, but she didn't look down at it. she was too afraid to take her eyes off her mother. "Mom, you can't fly. People can't fly."

"Then maybe I'm a bird," she said seriously. "Maybe I have wings and feathers and they can carry me away and I can become one with the wind."

"You're not a bird!" Bonnie shouted and reached for her again, but she hopped onto one of the beams and laughed like it was a game. Bonnie tugged her fingers through her hair and steadied onto the railing. It was a far fall, one that would crush their bodies on impact, even in the water. She braced her hands on the beams above her head. "Mom, if you love me at all, you'll get down."

She shook her head. "No, I'm going to fly today."

A truck rolled up and stopped on the middle of the bridge as she edged toward her. Damon jumped out and didn't so much as flinch at the scenario. "Hey, Mrs. Bennett. How's it going?"

Bonnie gaped at him and hissed, "What are you doing?"

He ignored her. "You know it's not really safe out there."

Her mom angled her head to the side. "I think I'll be okay. My wings will carry me away."

Bonnie was mortified, but Damon didn't miss a beat. He rested his arms on the railing. "As much as that could be true, what if it's not? Then what? I mean is it really worth the risk?"

Bonnie glanced back at her mom and she looked like she was weighing the options. She stared at the dark water below her feet and then at the bright sky above her head. "Maybe I should think about it for a little bit."

Damon nodded. "I think that's probably a good idea."

She made a path across the beam and planted her feet on the railing. Damon helped her down and they got her into the backseat of his truck. She fell asleep within minutes and Bonnie slumped her head back against the chair.

"How did you do that?" she asked quietly.

"One of my friends was tripping out of their mind one night and I had to talk him out of jumping off the roof," he explained. "It was all about making her realize that there was more than one scenario."

She nodded and they stayed quiet for the rest of the drive to her house.

Damon never brought it up to her, nor did he treat her differently and she was grateful for it.

After a doctor's visit, it was determined that her mother had started to suffer from 'Delusions of Grandeur,' which happens sometimes in bipolar patients.

Bonnie finally pull away from the drawing when it's nearly dark. She gather her sketchpad and pencils and head down the hill. In front of the arch iron entryway was Enzo, sitting on the hood of his mom's car, wearing jeans, and a black and red plaid shirt. His head is tipped down and wisps of his dark hair cover his forehead as he messes around with his phone.

She stopped a little ways off from him. "What are you doing here?"

His eyes lift from his phone. "I'm waiting for you."

"How did you know I was here?"

"I saw you leave with your sketchpad and head this way, so I came up to check on you."

She take a tentative step forward. "How long have you been sitting here?"

He slides off the hood and puts his phone away. "For a while, but I didn't want to disturb you. You looked too peaceful."

Bonnie pressed her lips together and stare at him, craving to sketch him like she used to. He would sit on her bed and it was like he owned her hand. "Look, about the other night, I think - "

He strides across the grass toward her, moving so impulsively that there's no time to react as his finger covers her lips. "Just let it be for a while, okay?"

Uncertain of his exact meaning, she nodded anyway.

He lets his finger fall from her lips, trailing a line down her chest, finally pulling away at the bottom of her stomach. "You want a ride home?" His voice comes out ragged.

Bonnie glance at the grey sky and the birds flying across it. "That would be nice. Thank you."

Enzo

She's preoccupied during the drive and so am he. Enzo was so pissed off about his father that he got into the car about to do something reckless, however, then he saw Bonnie wandering down the street, and he followed her. The way she walked was very entertaining, her dark brown hair blowing in the wind, and the way she swayed her ass in the short denim shorts she was wearing. It calmed him down watching her sit up on the hill and draw, but he can't stop thinking about the phone conversation.

"We should go somewhere," he announced when they drove onto the main road.

Bonnie jolts in her seat and turns away from the window. "I should probably go home."

"Come on." he pout, hoping it'll win her over. "Just come with me somewhere and we can relax."

She's tempted. "Where exactly?"

Enzo turns the volume of the stereo down and let his arm rest on the top of the steering wheel. "To our spot by the lake."

"But it takes forever to get there." Her eyes rise to the dark sky. "And it's getting late."

"Since when have you been afraid of the dark?"

"It's not the dark I'm afraid of."

Enzo sighed and downshift. "Come on, just you and me. We don't even have to talk. We can just sit in silence."

"Fine," she surrenders, tossing her sketchpad into the backseat. "Just as long as you don't ask me questions."

Enzo holds up his hand innocently. "Scouts honor. I'll keep my questions to myself."

Her eyes narrow. "I know you've never been in the scouts before."

He laughed, feeling the pressure lift from his chest. "It doesn't matter. I'll keep my questions to myself, but with everything else, all bets are off."

She pretends to have an itch on her nose, but really it's to obscure her smile and it makes him smile himself.

It's pitch black by the time they reach their spot on the shore that's secluded by tall trees. The moon reflects against the water and the night air is a little chilly. He gets his jacket out of the trunk and offer it to Bonnie, knowing she's cold because of the goosebumps on her arms and the way her nipples are poking through her shirt.

She slips the jacket on and zips it up, covering up her perky nipples. He sighed, hop onto the hood, and open his arms for her to join him. Hesitantly, she climbs onto the hood, but stays at the front, with her feet propped up on the bumper, gazing out at the water.

He scoot down by her and keep his knees up, resting his elbows on them. "What are you thinking about?"

Her eyes are huge in the moonlight. "Death."

"What about death?" he wonder if they were finally going to go back to that night.

"That Ric's going to die," she whispers softly. "And there's nothing I can do about it."

Enzo brush her hair back from her forehead. "You need to stop worrying about everything that can't be controlled."

She sighs and leans away from his hand. "That's just it, though. It's all I can think about anymore. It's like this fixation I have no control over which makes no sense because I'm fixated on controlling the uncontrollable." She's breathing wildly.

Shit. he needs to calm her down.

"Hey, come here." he loop his arms around her waist and lies her down on the windshield with him. She rests her head on his chest and he played with her hair, breathing in her vanilla scent. "Do you remember when you decided that it would be a good idea if you climbed up the scaffolding in the gym?"

"I wanted to prove to Luka Martin that I was as tough as the boys." She buries her face into his shirt, ashamed. "Why do you remember everything?"

"How could I forget that? You scared the hell out of me when you fell. Yet, somehow you managed to land on the board just below it."

"I thought I was going to die," she murmurs. "I was so stupid."

"You weren't stupid, you just saw life at a different angle," he said. "I've always envied you for it. Like when you used to dance in a room where no one was dancing or how you stuck up for people. But there was always that wall you put up. You would never let anyone completely through."

She's soundless for a while and he expect for her to push her away. But she sits up and hovers over him, her hair veiling our faces. Her breath is ragged, like she's terrified out of her mind.

"I opened up to you once," she whispers. "When we were here in this spot doing this same thing."

Enzo couldn't take his eyes off her lips. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

She licks her lips. "I told you I didn't want you dating Nadia."

"Nadia... Oh, was that what that was about?" he started to laughed.

"What's so funny?" she asks, but he couldn't stop laughing. She pinches his nipple and he jerk upward, smacking his forehead against hers. "Ow." She blinks, rubbing her forehead and a laugh escapes her lips. "Tell me what's so funny."

She looks beautiful, trying to be pissed, when deep down she's relishing the moment. He was enjoying himself, which he didn't envisage tonight, but if anyone can cheer him up, it's her.

Enzo eyed her over and she fusses with her hair self-consciously. With one quick movement, he flipped them over so his body is covering hers. "When I told Damon about that day when you told me not to see Nadia, he told me you had a thing for me. He's usually not right about those things."

"I didn't have a thing for you," she argues. "I just didn't want anyone else to have a thing for you."

"You're adorable when you deny the truth. You always have been."

"Enzo, I used to have studs on every item of clothing I owned and enough black eyeliner to make an entire sketch. That's not adorable."

"It is on you." he winked at her.

She shakes her head and pokes a finger at his chest. "Don't try and use your player moves on me."

They remain silent, frozen in the moment, until he finally speak again. "I have an idea." Curiosity slowly takes over her face as he shift over her body. His arms are at the side of her head, barely holding his weight up. His face hovers above hers, their lips only an inch apart, and she lies perfectly still. "I want to kiss you."

She shakes her head promptly. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Enzo trace one of his fingers over her lips. He'd been going about this all wrong. He can't force himself on her. He had to move slow and think of her as a skittish cat that needs to be approached cautiously.

"Just kiss. I swear to God that's all we'll do." Enzo move his finger away from her lips. "And kissing isn't that scary, right?"

"With you it is," she says truthfully.

"If you want me not to, just say it." Taking his time, he leisurely lower his lips toward hers.

She stays stationary, her big green eyes targeted on his mouth. Slowly, so she has time to let her thoughts slow down, he caress her lips across his. A small gasp flees from her lips and he slip his tongue into her mouth. Her hands glide up his back and into his hair. His body conforms to hers as he explores her mouth with his tongue. She bites down on his bottom lip, sucking his lip ring into her mouth before releasing it.

Fuck. She's making this hard. Enzo intensify the kiss as his body becomes more impatient, but he keep his promise and only kiss her, even when she fastens her legs around his waist and rubs up against him.

Bonnie

He said just kiss and it seemed okay, but now her body has developed a mind of its own. She was writhing her hips against him enjoying the pleasure erupting inside her. He's hard between her legs as he kisses her so fiercely that her lips are swollen. His fingers tangle in her hair and his tongue plunges deeper and deeper into her mouth the more she rocks against him. Her head falls back and her eyes open to the stars shining in the sky. It feels like she was falling or flying... she wasn't sure, but whatever it is she can't seem to control it. For a second, she wanted to capture the moment, put it in a jar, and always have it with her, but panic seizes her mind and she jerked away from his lips.

His eyes snap open and his pupils are vast. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing... It's just... I have to calm down." Bonnie took a deep breath, her skin still tingling in the spots his hands touched.

Enzo nods, breathless. Carefully, he moves off of her and leans back against the window, securing his hand around hers. They don't speak as they stare up at the sky. He traces his finger along the folds between her fingers and her eyelids drift shut. She felt a wall crumble, leaving behind dust, debris, and pieces that desperately need to be put back together.

"Are you okay?" Bonnie asked Enzo when they pull into her driveway. He's been quiet the whole drive home and she could tell something's bothering him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he says with a shrug and then his gaze darts to the back window as headlights shine up behind them "Although, you might not be."

Her eyebrows furrow. "Why? What's wrong?"

He points a finger at a car parking at the curb in front of her house; a shiny black Mercedes with a familiar blonde-haired driver sitting in it.

"Oh my God, is that Beka's car?" she ask.

"I'm guessing yes, since I doubt anyone around here owns a Mercedes."

Rebekah climbs out of the car and it's clear that she's been crying. Her eyes are swollen and her cheeks are red. She has her pajama bottoms on and a hoodie pulled over her head. The last time she walked around in an outfit like that she'd just broken up with her boyfriend.

"I think she might have some issues at home," she tells him, grabbing the door handle. "She acted like she didn't want to go home."

"But you didn't ask her about it?" he questions with an arch of his eyebrow.

Bonnie bite her lip guiltily. "I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer." God, she was a terrible friend.

Rebekah heads up the driveway and they got out to meet her around the back. Before she can say anything, Rebekah hugs her and starts to sob. Bonnie tense, not used to being hugged, except by Enzo.

"I didn't want to go back there," she cries. "I knew this was going to happen."

Bonnie looked over around Rebekah's head at Enzo for help. "It'll be okay."

He gives her a sympathetic look and mouths, take Beka inside.

Bonnie nods and he waves at her, getting back into his car. Bonnie guided her friend into the house holding her weight up for her like she's ill. When she got her into the room, she curls up on Bonnie's bed and hugs a pillow.

She waited a minute before she spoke. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She shakes her head. "I just want to go to sleep."

"Alright." Bonnie turned off the light and collapse onto the trundle. She need to get into her pajamas, but it's been an exhausting day.

"My dad hates me," Rebekah whispers through sobs.

Bonnie freezes and then sit up, squinting at her through the dark. "I'm sure he doesn't hate you."

"Yes, he does," she says. "He always says so - that he wished he had another son instead of a daughter because they're easier to deal with."

"Are you going to be okay?" Bonnie asked, unsure what else to say.

"I will be. It'll just take some time."

Was that the magical cure? Time. She flopped back down and fall asleep to the murmur of Rebekah's sobs.

Last time I posted was over three months, I am sorry it's been so long guys real life has kept me but I'm back. Also I've been watching the 8th season how are we all feeling about it? I want to thank everyone who has read this fic and I'm gonna keep it up.