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

Chapter 11

Bonnie

The next morning Rebekah was feeling much better. It's like last night never happened, but Bonnie wondered if it's an act.

"I have a feeling that today is going to be full of rainbows and sunshine," Rebekah said cheerily as she applies her lipstick, using the mirror on the closet door.

Against Bonnie protest, she took down some of her sketches, so she could see her reflection. "Are you high?" she teased as she twist her hair onto the back of her head and secure it with a clip.

Rebekah pauses, looking at Bonnie over her shoulder. "Why do you always ask questions like that?"

Bonnie slipped on her boots and tie up the laces. "What kinds of questions?"

Rebekah blots her lips. "Every time I'm happy, you always ask if I'm drunk or on something. People can be happy without substances."

Bonnie clasp a watch around her wrist. "Most people can, but not all."

Rebekah clips a diamond earring in. "You look really nice today."

Bonnie glanced down at the black and purple dress she had on and the boots on her feet. "I forgot to do laundry so I had to wear some of my old clothes, which don't match any of my new shoes."

"Well you look nice." She gives an extended pause. "So what's on the agenda for today?"

"It depends on what you're doing?" Bonnie asked. "Are you... where are you planning on staying?"

Rebekah shuts off her phone and then discards it onto the bed. "I'd like to stick around with you for a while, if you don't mind. We could hang out. I don't have anything scheduled for the summer and I'm not going back home."

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"No, not really."

"Okay... well, I need to find a job," Bonnie tells her. "I have to save up for the rest of my tuition since it doesn't look like I'll be getting that internship."

Rebekah puts a headband in her hair. "The one at that art museum."

"That's the one and it doesn't start until mid-June," Bonnie explains. "But that's only five weeks away, so I figured they'd have notified me if I got it."

"You never know. Sometimes things like that move slow." She folds up a shirt and packs it into her bag, then ties a ribbon on the back of her shirt. "Although, if you get it that'd mean you'd have to go back to Vegas, right?"

Nodding, Bonnie heads for the door. Two weeks ago the idea of returning to the desert would make her happy, but something's still wanted to go, though leaving will be a little bit harder.

Bonnie collected her phone off the dresser, noting the flashing voicemail on the screen - Enzo's unread message. Her finger hovers above the button as she step into the hall. He told her she wasn't ready for what was on it? But is she ready for it now?

"I don't know why you think it's so bad here." Beka follows her. "Yeah, people are a little rough, but they're not all bad and everywhere has bad stuff. You can't hide from it."

"That's very insightful." Bonnie closed her phone and put it away.

"Bad comes in different forms," Rebekah continues. "Whether it's drug dealers on the corner or if it's corrupt rich people or just your run-of-the-mill douche bag."

Bonnie don't know much about Beka, other than she's rich, her dad works as a lawyer and her mom stays home. She likes clothes, she's great with numbers and was the only reason Bonnie passed pre-calculus.

Her brother's door was open and he walks out as we're passing by. He has a black and red polo shirt on and a pair of cargo pants. There's some kind of gel in his hair and it looks shiny.

"Hey, have you seen dad?" he asks, giving an acknowledging glance at Rebekah.

Bonnie point at the shut door at the end of the hall. "I thought I heard him come in late last night and go into his room."

"He did, but he got up this morning." He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms. "I heard him stumbling around in that bathroom and crying all night, but now I can't find him and I didn't hear him leave. His work called the house, saying he didn't show up, so he's not there."

Her fists clench so that her nails dig into her palms. "Did you check in the bathroom?"

Jamie's eyes travel down the hall to the bathroom door and he shakes his head. "I haven't and I don't want to."

"Hi, I'm Rebekah," she introduces herself and offers her hand. "You must be Bonnie's brother, Jamie."

Jamie is vaguely amused and shakes her hand. "Yeah... how do you know Bonnie?"

"I was her roommate," she responds, pressing her hand to her chest, faking being offended. "Didn't she ever mention me?"

"We don't talk that much." she eyed the bathroom door again and her stomach twists. "We need to find Dad."

"I'm not looking in that bathroom, Bonnie, but if you want to, go ahead."

With legs flimsier than wet noodles, she walked down the dark hallway and stop in front of the door, having a flashback of the day her mom died. The door was closed and the house was soundless, except for the running of water. Bonnie's hands tremble as she open the door.

The room was bare, the tub empty, and the tile floor is clean, except for a small stain. There are no towels on the hooks and the mirror on the wall across from Bonnie shows her reflection. Her hair was curled perfectly in place, her lips are lined with gloss, and her green eyes are immense and reveal everything.

"Dad isn't in here," she tells him, unable to look away from the mirror. "Are you sure you didn't hear him leave the house?"

"He could have left and I just didn't hear him," he answers. "But when has he ever left the house quietly before?"

Bonnie quickly slams the bathroom door, like she was trying to put out a fire, and race back down the hall. "Someone needs to find him. Did you try and call him?"

"Of course. I'm not a moron." He rolls his eyes and nods. "And he didn't answer."

Rebekah shifts her weight and forces the uncomfortable conversation elsewhere. "So you play the drums, Jamie?"

He motions to his drum set in the middle of his small room with dark blue walls. The floor and bed are cluttered with boxes and the curtain is pulled back, letting the sunlight spill in. "I used to, but I don't much anymore. I have work and a fiancée."

"Fiancée?" Rebekah and Bonnie say simultaneously.

"Yeah, as in we're engaged." Jamie rolls his eyes and goes back into his room. "It's what happens when two people date for a really long time."

"Why didn't you tell me?" she ask, following him into his room.

He picks up a small box and drops it onto the floor. "Do you really care that I am?"

Bonnie carefully nudge the box out of the way with her foot. "You're my brother. Of course I care."

"But it's not like we've ever really gotten along," he points out. "I haven't even talked to you for a year. God, I didn't even know you went to college until a week ago."

He's right, which is sad. She barely knows him, he barely knows her, and she's starting to think she barely knows herself, too.

"Does Dad know you're engaged?" Bonnie asked. "Were you at least planning on telling him?"

"Even if I told him, he'd just forget the next day." He empties a dresser drawer into a large open box and then aligns the drawer back into place. "You know how he is. Christ, I don't even think half the time he knows that you and I don't live here anymore."

"He still deserves to be told," she said. "He's not a bad guy and you know it. He just has problems."

"Problems that fucked up our childhood." He kicks a box out of the way with force and it crashes into the wall. "You do realize that how we grew up wasn't normal. God, even Enzo had it easier and his dad bailed out on him, but at least he had a stable mom to take care of him."

"Umm..." Rebekah pokes her head in the room. "I think I'm going to wait outside for you, Bonnie."

God, Bonnie had forgotten she was even there and she just heard all of that.

"Okay, I'll be down in a second," Bonnie tell her and she leaves readily. Bonnie wander around Jamie's room, taking in the photos he has up. "I think we may have just scared her to death."

Jamie picks up his drumsticks and places them into a large duffel bag. "Okay, I have to ask. How did you end up being friends with her?"

"She was my roommate and we just sort of bonded." she shrugged, picking up a photo of Jamie and his friends on a sunny beach. It was taken during his Senior Field Trip and he looks happy.

"You bonded," he accuses. "The girl looks like a spoiled princess."

Bonnie eyed his preppy clothes. "So do you."

"First off, I'm not a princess and I've earned what I have," he says. "It wasn't just handed to me."

"Maybe she did, too."

"Did she?"

She hates to give him the benefit of being right. "No, her parents are pretty well off."

He looks at her with that stupid arrogant expression he gets when she admit he's right. "Well, there you have it then."

"She's nice," Bonnie protest. "And she doesn't ask a lot of questions."

"It may seem like you need to keep things to yourself," he says, putting a blanket into a box. "But it's not healthy. You need to find someone you can let it all out to. Otherwise you're going to lose it."

Her eyes roam to the window where the edge of Enzo's house is visible. "I think I already did."

Jamie's forehead creases as he drops a handful of guitar picks into a trunk. "Lose it? Or talk to someone about it?"

"Both." Bonnie back toward the door. "When are you heading back to Chicago?"

"Hopefully by tonight. No offense or anything, but this place brings back way too many unpleasant memories."

"Try to say good-bye before you leave."

He doesn't respond and she didn't wait around for an answer. That was probably the longest conversation that they've ever had and she have a feeling it may be their last for a very long time.

Enzo

"Dude, where the fuck is your head today?" Damon asks and seconds later a grease rag hits him in the face.

Enzo threw it back at him, hard. "You're starting to piss me off with this crap."

Damon widens his eyes exaggeratedly. "Whatever man. You've been so distracted for the last two days." He sticks his head back under the hood. "And I'm not going to say why."

"Good, because I don't want to hear it." Enzo rounds the back of his car and eye over the tools on the wall of the garage. He grabs a rusty toolbox, one of the few things his dad left behind, and toss it into the garbage can. He called again this morning, begging on the answering machine for either Enzo or his mom to pick up.

Damon raises his head up and eyes the garbage can. "Wanna explain what that was for?"

"Nope." Enzo picks up a wrench and start working on the car.

They worked on it for a while, but it's hot and he was getting more pissed off at his dad by the second. Finally, he moved back and threw the wrench down onto the concrete. Damon doesn't ask questions this time.

"We should have a party tonight," Enzo announce, unable to hold still. "A big one, like the one we had on graduation night."

"You really want to relive that night?" Damon backs out from under the hood. "Because I'm not sure I do."

Enzo stepped outside into the sunlight, determined to get his mind off stuff. "What you can't remember doesn't hurt, right?"

"I don't think you want to go there." Damon walks next to him and they stared down the driveway at an old guy pushing a shopping cart. "There are plenty of times in my life I wish I could remember - that I'd give anything to remember - but I can't. I lost like a year of my life. It's better to stay within the boundaries of a semi-clear head. Besides, this doesn't sound like you at all. What's up?"

"Nothing's up." Enzo sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. "I'm just thinking out loud."

Damon returns to the garage and starts working on the engine again. Around sophomore year, he started hanging out with these kids at school, who had really heavy views on the world and liked to sit around and get high while they talked about it. Damon somehow ended up being friends with them, and within a month, he had dropped out of school and got into some pretty heavy shit.

A year later he made the decision to get some help. He cleaned up his life, cut the habits, and worked the hell out of himself to catch up in school. He was a grade behind, but managed to graduate with their year. Looking at him, you wouldn't guess.

The side door of Bonnie's house swings open and Rebekah steps out. She looks upset, although not as bad as she did last night. She glances up the driveway at the house across the street, where there's a very loud game of tackle football going on in the front yard. Her eyes roam to his house and then widen when she sees that he was watching her.

She gives a tentative wave from the top step. "Hey, Enzo."

"What's up?" he says with a nod of his chin. "Is Bonnie up yet?"

Shielding her blue eyes from the sun, she looks up at Bonnie's window. "Yeah, she said she'd be out in a second. She's just talking to her brother."

"He's not being a dick, is he?"

"I'm not sure what constitutes as a brother being a dick?" A smile cracks at her lips.

Enzo walks toward the fence, pulling up his jeans that were riding low on his hips. "There's no yelling going on?"

Rebekah shakes her head and meets him at the fence, plucking some of her blonde hair away from her mouth. "But Bonnie's not much of a yeller, is she?"

Enzo rest his arms on the top of the fence. "It depends on which one we're talking about."

Her face falls. "How could I know her for eight freaking months and not know anything about her. It must say something about me, right?"

He felt bad for her. "I think Bon kind of made it her mission to keep who she was hidden from you. It's not your fault."

She eyes him over with this suspicious look. "Honestly, it seems like she's that way with everyone, except for you."

"We've known each other forever," he says. "We have a comfortable relationship."

Her blue eyes twinkle with mischievousness. "One where you feel her up in the car?"

"It feels like you're trying to start some trouble," Enzo says, liking the girl even more.

"Maybe I am." She leans over the fence to the side of him so she can get a better view of the inside of the garage. "Is that Damon in there?"

Enzo steps back so she can get a better look. "Yep, he's working on the car."

"I think I'll go give him some help." A grin spans across her face and she hops over the fence, squealing as her shoe gets caught in the wire.

Trying not to laugh at her, he unhook her shoe and she walks into the garage, surprising Damon. The door to Bonnie's house opens and his attention centers on her as she steps out into the sunlight.

She's wearing a tight, black and purple plaid dress, and knee high lace-up boots, but her hair is curled up neatly. It's like a mix of her old look and her new one. Her face is guarded as she ambles across the driveway, with this strange look in her eyes, like she's terrified yet excited at the same time.

"Did Beka come out here?" She bites her lip and he wanted to lean over and bite it for her; taste her and feel her like he did last night.

Without taking his eyes off her, he nods his head at the garage. "She's in there with Damon. I think she might have a thing for him."

"I think you're right." She pauses. "I think I might have freaked her out a little, just barely."

"You mean you and Jamie might have freaked her out a little?"

"She told you I was talking to Jamie?"

"She mentioned it." he extended his hand to her. "Why don't you come over and join the party on this side of the fence?"

"A party of four?" she asks, trying not to grin and looking as cute as hell.

Enzo snags her by the hip, jerk her toward him playfully, and dip his lips to her ear. "It can be a party of two. Just say the word."

She shivers from the feel of his breath on her neck. "I think we better keep it a foursome."

Enzo presses his fingers into the curve of her hips. "I didn't know you liked it kinky."

She swats his shoulder and he laughed, his dad problems feeling less heavy. "Relax, I was just kidding, even though you're the one who brought it up first."

"I was joking."

"I know... I think I'm going to have a party tonight."

"Don't you have one of those every night?"

Enzo cocks his eyebrow. "Besides the night you showed up, have you seen one going on?"

She wrinkles her forehead. "No." She sits down on the fence, swinging her legs over to his side. "Enzo, what have you been doing for the last eight months?"

"Pinning for you." he avoids the truth. That he haven't been doing much of anything besides looking for her and helping his mom take care of things.

She tucks her dress underneath her legs and he get a small glimpse of the black lacy panties she has on. "Where do you work?"

Against her protest, he spread her legs apart and put himself between them. "I work at the shop with Damon a lot, but it's not going to be forever. I have plans. I'm still working on getting everything lined up."

She places her hands on his chest, holding him back. "I think the lines between our friendship are getting a little blurred."

"That happened a long time ago," Enzo tells her, gliding his palms up the sides of her bare legs. "At least for me it did."

Her jaw tightens. "It's things like that which make them blurry and things last night... and things like in the car."

"There seems to be a lot of things, which I think might be a hint that you and I belong together."

Her eyes snap wide and he backs off to try another tactic. She needs to smile and let those stressed lips free. He pinches her side and she squeals.

"Don't do that," she says, holding back a laugh. "You know I hate being tickled."

Enzo grazes his fingers across her other side and she squirms, before falling over the fence and landing on her back in the grass. He leaps over the fence easily as she scrambles to her feet. She narrows her eyes, backing toward her back door. He runs up to the side of her and she skitters out of his reach. She glances at the door and then at the front yard, which is closer to her.

"Enzo, seriously," she warns. "We're too old for this."

He spread his arms out to the side innocently. "I'm not doing anything."

Her eyes flick to her house one last time and then shaking her head, she spins around and runs for the front yard. He gives her a head start before he sprints off after her. When he round the house, she's up on the front porch, jiggling the door knob.

Enzo laughs at her. "Is it locked?"

She heaves a frustrated sigh and hops over the railing, slipping on the grass. "Dammit Enzo! I'm so going to kick your ass for this."

"I'm planning on holding you to that threat." he jogs after her across the neighbor's yard.

She races across the grass, her hair falling out of a clip. She leaps over the brick fence into the next yard and smashes a row of flowers. Without using his hands, he hops onto the fence, but trip during his dismount and fall on his knees.

She freezes in the middle of the lawn and starts to laugh at him. "You so deserved that."

Enzo gets to his feet, dusting the dirt off his knees, and a dark smile rises on his face. "You think that's funny?"

Her eyes sparkle and it's worth the fall. "You look ridiculous."

"Do I?" he take a step toward her.

She takes a step back. "You do."

Abruptly the sprinklers turn on, drenching the grass and her. She screams and covers her head with her arms.

"Serves you right for laughing at me," he said with a grin.

She lets her arms fall to the side and smirks. "Well, at least it keeps you away from me."

Her dress is clinging to her body in all the right places and pieces of her wet hair stick to the sides of her face. She begins to twirl in circles with her hands up above her head.

"You're beautiful," Enzo tells her, unable to help himself.

Bonnie

Enzo looks ridiculous and she can't help but laugh. She hasn't laughed in so long that it feels unnatural leaving her mouth. It's like they're kids again, as if this moment belongs in another time where things are weightless and full of sunshine.

As she was laughing at him, the sprinklers turn on and her clothes instantly get soaked. At first she squeals, but then she lets go, lifting her hands above her head and twirling in the water, figuring he won't come in after her.

Enzo calls out something about her being beautiful and then he charges into the sprinklers, completely blind-siding her. His arms snake around her waist and they collapse to the ground but Enzo holds her weight up, so she lands on the wet grass gently.

"Enzo," she says, trying to be serious. "Don't do it. You know how much I hate being tickled."

"Which makes it even more appealing." Water beads in his hair, his long eyelashes, his lips. With one hand, he pins her arms above her head and presses his body against hers. Bonnie's wet clothes cling to her skin and she could feel every part of him. "I take that back. This is more appealing." He lets his hand move up her ribs, his thumb sketching along the ridges, sending her body into a frenzy.

Bonnie stopped fighting him and lay perfectly still. Water sprinkles their faces as he lowers his lips to hers. Their wet tongues twine together, full of desire as they collide. A strange, unfamiliar feeling opens inside of her again and her legs fall apart and hook around his waist, requesting more of him, like they did last night.

Enzo draws back, looking surprised as he glances at the house to the side of them and then at the street. Then he lets out an untamed growl and deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She sucked on his bottom lip and trace her tongue along his lip ring. It sends a quiver through his body and she was secretly pleased, but her pleasure confused her.

"Bonnie," he groans and then kisses her fiercely. His hand travels upward and cups her breasts. His thumb circles around her nipple and through the wet fabric of her clothes, the feeling is mind blowing. It's driving her wild and her knees vice-grip against his hips.

A moan laced with ecstasy crumbles from her lips. She was starting to lose control again and it's alarming. Bonnie tried to get past it this time, but it consumed her and she had to stop. After a lot of effort, she got her arms between their bodies and she pushed him away.

"We should get back." she looked at the brick home of the yard they're laying in. "Besides if Ms. Forbes comes out, she'll have a heart attack."

Enzo's eyes penetrates her. There's mud on his forehead and grass in the locks of his air. "If that's what you want." Maneuvering to his feet, he takes her hand and lifts her up. He plucks pieces of grass out of her hair and lets his hand linger on her cheek.

Holding hands, they walked across the grass and down the sidewalk, leaving a trail of water behind them and something else. Something invisible to the outside eye, but to Bonnie it's more noticeable than the sun in the sky.

Friday's episode was amazing, Bonnie and Enzo moved back to Mystic Falls and they are living in Bonnie's house. Enzo's love declaration to Bonnie was beautiful. I thought for sure he was going to propose to her. I'm really hope we get a Bonenzo engagement, this week is the Christmas episode so I'm hoping Enzo is setting up something nice for her and settles down for good with Bonnie.

Thanks to everyone who has stuck with this story.