A/N: Sorry I didn't get to reply to your reviews but I wanted to update quickly for you peeps cause I love you Again, thanks so much for reviewing and I will get to the reviews for this chapter, *DKA Damon's voice* Scout's Honor. Hopefully by Monday. Oh and I also saw that I reached 209 alerts for this story SO AWESOME! Thanks so much for reading and a special thanks to those who review :) You rock big time!

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Chapter 21

"What is it Damon?" Elena cupped his face, concern pouring into her eyes.

Damon's eyes narrowed. "It's Stefan…"

"You miss him." Elena nodded lightly, running her finger along the bottom of his lip.

"More than I thought I would," Damon muttered. "I feel like I didn't even try to keep him here."

"You know that's not true," Elena replied. "There was nothing we could do."

"That doesn't mean I don't feel guilty." He moved to sit on her bed. "I miss my brother….I miss him." He stared blankly.

Elena sighed sadly before approaching him. She rested her hands on his shoulders lightly. "I'm sorry you're feeling like this, Damon."

Damon leaned his head into her chest, resting it gently. "You're the only thing stopping me from losing my cool."

Her hands softly caressed his hair. "We'll get through this. I feel like Stefan is watching over us somehow…"

"I'm not going to sulk about it." Damon clenched his jaw. "I just need to be distracted. I have to make jokes and keep steady."

"I can think of ways to keep us distracted," Elena murmured.

"I'm sorry for being such a buzz-kill after eating you out," Damon said, with an apologetic smile. "I sure know when to pick the perfect times to open up."

Elena blushed. "I umm…"

Damon stood up and ran his fingers through her silky hair. "Despite your naughty vocabulary and being Elena the sex explorer…you're still so innocent. I love seeing you blush at just my words."

"I still feel tongue-tied about it…This is all just so awkward. I can't believe I've done those things with you…"

"We still haven't done the real thing," Damon replied. "And who can blame you for having some kinky time? Have you seen how hot your boyfriend is?"

"So hot," Elena laughed tenderly. "But on a more serious note…Find distractions. Whatever you need. I'm one of the strongest distractions." She gave him a sly smile.

"I can't wait to see how you will do your part."

"By the way we're not going to the party tonight. We have to go to the senior dinner hosted by Elijah."

"Oh, I'm giddy at the thought," he groaned.

"Louise," Damon crooned. "How come we don't talk as much as we used to? That hurts me." He placed a hand over his heart. "We were like peas in a pod."

"I guess your homicidal tendencies made us drift apart." Louise shrugged with a small smile.

"I haven't killed anyone in way too long. We're talking since the day I took my driving test on a dinosaur."

"Congratulations. Your rehab sponsor must be proud." Louise tossed a book into the cart. She moved back to the shelf, running her finger along the spines of the books, searching for the ones she needed.

"Are those books more important than me?" Damon frowned. "A little attention wouldn't kill you, you know?"

"I have a test that I need to study for," Louise replied, pulling out another book and tossing it in the cart. "I don't have time to go down memory lane. Sorry, Damon."

"Test my ass. Unless it's for CockSucking101 why study when you're a pro?"

Louise glared. "Jerk."

"Okay," Damon sighed. "Tell me why you're so pooped? You're never a snarky little thing with me. That's April's job."

"Nothing." She tried sounding serious. "I'm perfectly fine."

"Louise, your growing nose just slapped and gave me a black eye. You'll never be a real life girl if you keep lying."

Louise let out a long miserable sigh. "It's Elijah."

"Right." Damon nodded. "Every time you say his name, you break another record."

"Guess I'll be famous now."

"Anyways." Damon crossed his arms. "He still not filling up your garage with his car?"

"Of course you have to speak in smutty connotations."

"I thought you guys were getting down and dirty in his office at lunch." Damon scratched the side of his cheek.

"I was planning to but he doesn't feel like doing...me. I just ended up walking around in circles in his office like a little lost nemo."

"You mean you were walking around his office and he didn't end up shoving you on his desk with his dick? What the hell is wrong with this guy? I know he's having fun taking up his career as a Masturbator but…Are you sure you don't know what's wrong?"

"I have no idea why."

"He's an odd fellow."

"I'm getting really fucking tired of him using me as a hand job machine or him stealing jerk off time before I get home. I'm a good girlfriend! I role-play with him for crying out loud! Do you know how sexually awkward I am? And a million years of dating and he still hasn't put a ring on it!"

"Your demonic features are distorting your body." Damon's eyes widened, backing away slightly. "Why don't you go home play some baby making music and see what happens?"

"I already tried that. I had candles and everything." Louise frowned, placing her hands on her hips. "I even dressed up as a kinky librarian."

"And you still got shot down?"

"He wanted a hand job," Louise muttered.

"Asshole. Too bad you're not Edward Scissorhands. Snip Snip."

"What if he thinks I'm not pretty anymore?" Louise's lower lip began to quiver.

"Then he's Helen Keller." Damon shrugged. "Listen Louise, you're a pretty little thing. If I wasn't madly in love with Elena I'd hit that." He pulled her in for a comforting hug.

"Thanks Damon," Louise told him when they pulled apart. "I like these brief cute moments you have."

"Too bad I'll always be an asshole." Damon winked. "This is the plan…Go home, relax, then get drunk and fuck someone."

"Damon!" Louise shrieked, slapping his arm.

"I know old guys are what turn you on so you should probably scope out the nearby nursing homes."

"Damon!" She reverberated.

"Or how about you just have a threesome with April and Gaspard. Keeping it in the group."

"I wish," Louise giggled. "April and Gaspard are equally hot. I don't know who I'd be all over more."

"Switch teams then." Damon chuckled. "And record your sexual explorations, Dora."

"Very funny." Louise smiled.

"I have to go," Damon said suddenly, walking away. "Elena is going all psycho about the senior dinner tonight. It was nice talking to you."

"I'll see you there and thanks again Damon."

Damon stopped shortly and looked over his shoulder. "Oh, and I was serious about before. This drifting apart thing sucks."

"Did we really have to come to this dinner thing?" Damon groaned, straightening his tie. "We could have stayed home and you could have gone down on me this time."

"Damon," Elena whispered, mortified. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Please don't talk about that right now. I don't feel like looking like an apple at the table."

"Okay." Damon rolled his eyes. "I'll try to be on my best behavior but if my hands wander when we're eating dinner…."

"They better not," she muttered. "Keep your hands on your lap, okay?"

"It's not my fault that I can't keep my hands off you." His eyes narrowed. "At least you can contain yourself."

"Damon," she said softly, looking into his eyes. "It takes every ounce of effort for me to keep my hands to myself. Just being around you makes me want to lose control."

"Then do it," Damon told her. "There is nothing stopping you."

"I can't." Elena shook her head. "One of us has to be the responsible one. Remember there is going to be adults for this Senior dinner."

"Yeah." Damon huffed. "This is still annoying."

"Do me a favor and look for Bonnie," Elena told him, shooting an apprehensive glance over her shoulder to the dinner tables. There were a lot of students chattering but Bonnie wasn't at their table yet. "Go look on the second floor. I have to meet Matt out front."

"Okay," Damon agreed. "I'll be right back."

He exited the room and wandered down the elegantly tiled floor. He took a discreet sniff of the air, trying to detect Bonnie's scent. She usually smelled like raspberries. Yes, the vampire sniffing thing could be creepy. He flew up a flight of stairs, looking left and right, for the missing BonBon. Come out come out wherever you are…He walked along the hall until he found large glass sliding doors covering the entrance of a balcony. He stepped through and sure enough there she was. He body was bent slightly on a bench, her hair spilling around her face.

"There you are Waldo." Damon stared at her. He could hear soft sobs escaping her lips. A fresh breeze of air swept through his unkempt hair. He sank besides her on the bench as she hurled a small rock, she had been gripping, over the balcony. He reached for her, barely touching her trembling shoulders. "Bonnie…."

"Why is the world so cruel?" She blurted suddenly.

"I blame global warming…" Damon replied softly. "No reason to let tears stream down your face little bird."

"I miss him Damon." Bonnie's voice shook. "So much that I feel broken beyond repair."

"I know," Damon replied delicately. "Trust me, I know."

"What the hell is wrong with me?" She closed her hands into a tight grip, stabbing her nails into the palms of her hands. "I slept with a random guy—your cousin of all people. That's not me…I'm not that one night stand type of girl. I saved myself for Stefan." She broken into sobs. "It was always supposed to be Stefan."

Damon pulled out a tissue he had stuffed into the pocket of his suit. He gently pried her grip apart and wiped at the blood she had drawn out from clenching so tightly. "I miss him too Bonnie. I feel like we're the only ones dealing with this. I miss my baby brother." He placed the bloodstained tissue besides him, ignoring the hunger it had caused him.

"I'm not alone?" Bonnie's lip quivered. "I thought you were okay with it…you seem so happy."

"I laugh, I smile, and I live because of Elena. She has been my anchor through this…otherwise…" Damon sighed. "I'd probably be murdering a whole town. I'm already kind of a mess inside."

"I'm sorry Damon," Bonnie whispered, heartbroken. "I should have known you were dealing with this too."

He pulled her in for a tight embrace. "Bonnie, you're my best friend. Whenever you are feeling like this close your eyes and take deep breaths. If that doesn't work…come see me. I'll guide you little bird."

"Thank you Damon," Bonnie replied, quietly.

He pulled out another tissue and gently wiped at her tears. "No need to thank me. What are friends for? What you can say thank you for are my looks. You're lucky you have such a hot best friend."

Bonnie laughed lightly. "How is that you can make anyone feel better just like that? You have a gift for making people smile."

"It's my charm," Damon told her with fake seriousness. "Deep stuff."

"Duh," Bonnie said, playfully.

"Come on. We have to go to the most fantastic dinner on earth," he told her sarcastically, offering her his hand. "Apparently Elena says that the food is so good, it's what Jesus eats in heaven." She took his hand to pull herself up, smiling.

"She so did not say that," Bonnie laughed.

"I might have tweaked her words a bit," Damon admitted. "I didn't want to be accused of plagiarism."

"How noble of you," Bonnie replied. They walked down the steps and walked into the grand room. Elena was chatting with Matt about something.

"Remember," Damon told her cautiously. "Deep breaths."

Bonnie nodded and mouthed a quiet, "Thank you."

Damon took his seat between Elena and Matt. Matt shot him an ugly look before returning his glare to the table.

"Something wrong, Mutt?" Damon raised a brow.

"Don't call me that," Matt retorted.

Before Damon had the chance to call him Mutt again, Elijah tapped his glass cup lightly.

"Good evening everyone," Elijah spoke carefully. "I am very pleased that the majority of you were able to be present tonight. I recognize that there is a large amount of your matriculation here but I advice you take benefit from minor festivities such as this. With that articulated, I am optimistic that you will take pleasure in this dinner."

"And let's hope you fuck Louise after," Damon muttered.

"Mr. Salvatore, is there something you would like to share?"

"Can we toast with…tea?" Damon grabbed his glass, mocking the content of the cup. He stood up. "I just wanted to tell you thanks for being such a great principal and master." Damon smiled and whispered so only he could hear. "Bator." He was sure that Elijah could hear it since he was a vampire though. "I wish you the best. Cheers." He smirked at a cowering Louise before sitting down.

"What was that for?" Elena whispered harshly.

"I just wanted to show him how much I appreciate him, baby." He took another gulp of his iced tea.

"You mean you just wanted to act like your jackass self," Matt garbled.

"Guys…don't." Elena pleaded.

"How did you ever date this guy? Were you heavily sedated?"

"Nice one, prick." Matt scrunched up his lips. "It probably kills you knowing that I was her first boyfriend."

"Hardly," Damon retorted. "I know she never fucked you and now I know why."

"Dude," Matt rejoined.

"Did I ride the elephant in the room? My apologies."

"Oh God," Elena breathed, covering her face with her hand.

"Screw you," Matt grumbled.

"Good evening," the waiter greeted them diffidently. "What would you like to order?"

Elena and Matt told them their orders while Damon stared ahead in thought.

"And what would you like sir?"

"Oh, me?" Damon's voice was laced with amusement. "I'll have a….Krabby Patty."

"Excuse me?" The waiter blinked quickly. "A what?"

"Damon," Elena hissed.

"Shush," he told her before turning back to the waiter. "A Krabby Patty."

"What?"

"You know like in SpongeBob."

"We do not have that, sir."

"Fuck, your menu sucks. Just give me a steak then."

The waiter nodded and quickly walked away.

"A Krabby Patty, seriously Damon?" Elena looked fiercely at him.

"Am I not allowed to want a Krabby Patty?" Damon shrugged.

"Why are you so childish?" Matt asked, irritated.

"You have the most annoying voice in the world." Damon gritted his teeth. "And I'm saying this having met Jennifer Tilly."

"I'm going to go sit by Bonnie," Matt said, suddenly standing up. "Later Elena." He walked to the other side of the table.

"Did you have to make him mad?" Elena sighed.

"Did you not hear the stupid crap he was telling me? What a douche."

"You shouldn't have even said anything about a Krabby Patty."

"You're so uptight, baby." Damon shook his head. "You need to loosen up."

Elena glowered, clenching her small jaw.

"You're mad at me?" Damon asked innocently. She remained silent. He looked around him, noticing that everyone was busy chatting away. A sly smile corrupted his face as an idea came to him.

"It's too bad there is nothing I can do," Damon said with faux sadness. His fingers reached from under the table for her lap, moving under her dress. They traced up her leg with taunting steps.

"Damon," she swallowed thickly. "Don't you dare."

"What?" He raised a brow. His fingers slid further up stopping at panties.

"Crap," She whispered. He tugged his fingers inside of her panties and touched her entrance, teasing her.

"I don't like it when you're mad at me." He smirked and slid a finger into her wet passage. Elena shut her eyes and bit her bottom lip as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. He looked around innocently, penetrating deep. His fingers picked up its pace.

"Are you still mad at me?" He looked at her with a pleased expression.

"I…" She couldn't form words. His talented fingers were making her feel as if she were floating on a cloud in perfect bliss. "Please…Damon." She whispered ever so softly.

"Yes baby?" He smirked, grabbing her hand and sliding it to his crotch. He was surprised that nobody could notice what was going on. Luckily, the table was high enough for them to be secretive. She tugged the zipper of his pants down and pushed her hand in, wrapping her hand around his enormous shaft. Damon clenched his jaw as she barely slid up and down his length. Matt was now staring at them in shock and he couldn't help but grin. That's what you get, dickhead. Does it kill you? Bonnie turned to look at them and she knew immediately, by Elena's blissful face, what they were doing. She made a shocked face before grabbing Matt's attention away. Thanks bird. He pushed his finger suddenly roughly into her.

"Oh God!" She said loudly. Everyone at the table turned to look at her. "I um forgot my phone in the bathroom! I'll be right back!" She slapped Damon's hand away and took her own hand back and ran out of the room. So much for behaving tonight Damon thought shooting everyone at the table the most innocent smile he could assemble.

A/N: Sooooooo what did you think? I hope you liked that Bonnie and Damon scene. I know some of you don't like her on the show but I hope you're open-minded enough to accept her in this story. I ship Bonnie and Damon's friendship hard in this. The Bonnie in this story is a mix of Book Bonnie and show Bonnie. I wanted this chapter to show his bond not only with Bonnie but also briefly with Louise. You see Damon can have friends! Anyways, what did you thing about the chapter in general? The Delena moments, the dinner(*Dies* He fingered her right there), and everything! Any lines you liked in particular? Damon really shouldn't go to anymore school dinners huh? xD Please review xoxo