Another short chapter, I feel bad about that but writing is still something i'm getting used to, i've proof-read this more times than i'd like to admit! my woes aside though, i hope y'all enjoy and i promise the story will pick up soon! (btw, is it too much dialogue or not enough dialogue? please lmk! :)


"You said Caroline made her faint? How? Why?"

"I don't know, Damon wouldn't tell me. And like, no offense, but did he really have to bring her here? My mother does live here, and is nosy. You're lucky Bonnie's a quiet sleeper more than she is a quiet drunk." Tyler got up from the bed the young witch was currently residing, and also beginning to stir in. "Also, she's conveniently small, easy to hide under the covers."

Mason figured a clue as to why exactly Damon Salvatore brought the werewolf's girlfriend to the Lockwood's house last night, he most likely wasn't invited into hers. Knowing this brought a small, boastful smile to his face, but it quickly left when he thought about just what happened for her to even have to be here in the first place.

Bonnie woke up with a jolt in yesterday's clothes, not in her bed again, and disoriented. A great start to yet another day. Looking up to see two concerned eyes and two curious ones, Bonnie couldn't control her face, she scrunched up her nose but softened her gaze as she said, "One of these days I'm gonna wake up in my own bed I swear."

Mason chuckled and made his way as gently as he could over to Bonnie, sitting beside her. "How're you feeling princess? Do you remember what happened last night?" Bonnie frowned, going over the events of last night in her mind, 'there was kissing, carnival games, more kissing, Tyler's fight, Salvatore brothers, Matt, Caroline, and then darkness.'

The girl shot up (earning a "you have got to stop doing that." from Mason but she ignored him.) once she remembered exactly why she fainted, Caroline is a vampire?! What the hell?! The young witch almost dry-heaved just thinking about it. How did everything go so wrong so fast? Caroline didn't deserve to get caught up in this fucked up supernatural world. Bonnie, perhaps was destined for it, but Caroline? Collateral damage, really. She felt herself wanting to feel bad for her friend, but she soon remembered Carter and his lifeless body, bitten viciously and carelessly in the neck, by Caroline herself.

And then, like that, Bonnie was suddenly relieved she just fainted, because now, with that in her mind, she didn't know whether or not she wanted to soothe Caroline or hurt the newborn vamp. An innocent life lost to a vampire, yet again. All of this brought an unnecessary headache to her brain and she had to sit back down, utterly defeated. "Essentially, I'm fine. Stressed, slightly hungry, and annoyed, but fine. I think everything that's happened recently is just getting to me." Looking at Mason and noticing his quizzical expression, she quickly added, "It's okay, really!"

Somehow, all 3 of them, including Tyler, knew that was a lie. But, knowing that no bodily harm came to Bonnie and that she was safe here, both men decided to let it go. Neither man wanted to see her mad for pushing it anyway. Tyler especially because the wrath of Bonnie Bennett was not one to be fucked with, (He almost shivered thinking back to fourth grade when he stole her first kiss, Hell was definitely on earth that day thanks to her.) and Mason, because Bonnie wouldn't hesitate to send him to the dog pound for prodding, literally.

"Well, since I know you're all good, I'm leaving before you two lovebirds make me throw up the breakfast I just had." A beat. "And even though this is my room, take your time Bennett. I'm glad you're okay." Hearing that, Bonnie couldn't stop the big, irrevocable smile that came to her face from Tyler's words. She truly didn't need to say thank you because her face said enough. Usually, comforting words are just nice to hear, but hearing them from Tyler gave her a flutter that she, at the time, couldn't, and didn't want to understand. And without realizing, her smile alone made both men in the room's heart race. The trio could start to feel that this little thing that they have going on was going to be extremely messy. And this time, it wasn't just because of the supernatural part.


Sighing in contentment, Bonnie sat back in her chair at the kitchen island, the eggs, grits and sausage that were previously on the plate in front of her, long gone. After spending some quality time with Mason, Bonnie hopped in the shower, put on the cream colored floral skater dress Tyler oh-so-happily had to get from her house, (happily meaning he huffed and puffed and explicitly said that Bonnie owed him, big time and that she's (jokingly) banned from the Lockwood mansion.) and came downstairs to enjoy brunch, talking with her boyfriend and her favorite pain in the ass. (Damon being her least favorite.) It felt great, until Carol Lockwood walked into the room, posh and undeniably fake as ever.

"Mason, Tyler." The woman quickly scanned her eyes over the two, not noticing anything out of the ordinary until her eyes landed on the brown-skinned girl next to Mason, seemingly alert and smiling at the woman in front her like she suddenly didn't want to be here. "Miss Bennett! I wasn't aware you were here! How are you this morning honey?" Bonnie could sense the...phoniness from Tyler's mom, a mere act of faux kindness for anybody who wasn't a Lockwood, it made Bonnie feel sick. Nonetheless, she answered the obligatory small-talk with a smile anyway.

"I'm doing good Mrs. Lockwood, Tyler really knows how to cook a meal, you taught him well." Tyler was tempted to stick his tongue out at Mason, just cause Bonnie openly praising him felt good, but he refrained once he remembered who she was speaking to.

"That's wonderful! although I didn't teach him how to cook, he taught himself."

"Oh! Really?"

"Yes! He used to make such a mess in here, one time he actually burned the kitchen quite a fe-"

Ears starting to heat up, Tyler quickly ended the conversation there, for his sanity. "Ooookay! Thanks for sharing that very valuable information, I'm sure Bonnie is glad to hear it, now off you go." Mason & Bonnie couldn't help but snicker to each other, watching the frustrated and flustered wolf usher his mother out.

Once his mother was quiet and out of the kitchen, Tyler turned back to the couple, ignoring their terrible attempt at hiding their amusement, "So, what are we, specifically me and Bonnie, all doing today?"

"We aren't doing anything, Bonnie and I," glare. "are busy." Mason pulled his girlfriend against him for emphasis.

"Umm, whatever. I thought we were like, the three musketeers or something. And you're an old man so I thought you'd have something important to do. Sorry for imposing. Anyway, I might have some friends over at the swim hole. When y'all were done being busy, maybe you could stop by."

Suddenly tense, Mason curtly nodded. With a confirmation from Bonnie, Tyler went on his way. The witch turned to her boyfriend, highly confused. Tyler barely said anything, let alone much to spark whatever he was feeling, so this, was weird.

"Hey, what's up with you?" Poke. Poke. "I know the thought of sharing me sounds terrifying but Tyler didn't mean anything by it." She shuffled towards him before continuing, "We only just started dating, but I am yours, I don't take that lightly and you shouldn't either, you know." Bonnie sealed her little declaration of loyalty with a kiss, and like clockwork, Mason didn't even remember why he felt the way he did, his hardened demeanor leaving as soon as he pulled Bonnie into his lap and held her, lips still locked.

In the back of her mind, Bonnie thought about how she secretly liked the way Mason wanted her all to himself, but Tyler just wanting to be around her more made her heart flutter, too. She was not up for a love triangle like Elena was but, a part of the young witch could see the appeal. Her connection with Mason was almost instant, strong, and slightly overwhelming, it didn't feel like a normal relationship, she felt different. Everything in her body constantly called out for Mason. Like she wasn't complete without him.

Her connection with Tyler was fresh, new, and energizing, it was reminiscent of the feeling of playing with a puppy, it felt good. Especially since Tyler was one of the few links Bonnie still had to her humanity, even if there was something supernatural going on with him and his uncle, she knew that the playful, boyish side of Tyler would never go away. It made her gravitate towards Tyler more, even though she didn't feel as hard for him like she did Mason, she could feel old pre-teen feelings for the boy itching to come out after being buried since 8th grade. Yes, Bonnie was conflicted currently but she couldn't help but feel like her mind was made up, or atleast her body was.


There were multiple things on Bonnie's to-do list today that weren't there before, like making her (ungrateful) vampire friend a daylight ring, going on a date with Mason because he literally couldn't stay away from her nor take his hands off of her, (blessing and a curse, she thought.) and lastly, ending up at one of Tyler's rowdy ass parties that he says he's only inviting friends to but ends up inviting the entire high school.

Truthfully, Bonnie wouldn't be complaining if she didn't feel weird. She couldn't place her finger on it. It wasn't a witchy problem (she hoped.) but more of something she felt below the surface, a sensation that only got worse in the proximity of either Mason or Tyler, or the closer they got towards night time. With that feeling on top of rambunctious teenagers and the fact that she felt incriminatingly bare in her bathing suit, Bonnie wasn't feeling it. Nevertheless, she put on a fake smile, giggling whenever Mason had his arm around her waist and politely denying whenever someone offered her alcohol because Bonnie seriously felt like she'd regret it if she drank. Underage guilt aside.

Despite her feeble attempt at covering it up, Mason felt Bonnie's discomfort, "We don't have to be here if you don't want to." He whispered in her ear. She sighed, relieved. "We can leave as soon as you let me do this."

"Do what?" Bonnie could barely get the words out before she was picked up bridal style, suddenly bouncing in Mason's arms from his running and was submerged in some of the coldest water Bonnie ever had the misfortune of coming in contact with. All that could be heard was laughter from the people on land and Bonnie's shrill shrieks of "I'm gonna kill you!" to her traitor boyfriend. Her fight or flight response kicked in and despite her laughter, her small hands balled up into fists to punch the man in question in the chest, barely making a dent.

As her laughter died down and her arms made their way around Mason's neck, Bonnie feverishly kissed him, the water low-key helped her a little bit with her uncomfortableness and she soon felt up to par. Wondering how Mason even knew she needed that. (He probably didn't but it's the thought that counts, She told herself.) Soon the werewolf's hands gripped her ass, causing her to arch her back and explicitly press herself against him as much as the water and his swimming trunks/her bikini shorts would allow. For a moment, the witch forgot they were in public, almost pulling Mason's shorts down before there was a loud ahem and water shuffling.

"There's children here you heathens."

Bonnie's face immediately heated up, if she could blush she definitely would be right now. Putting some (much needed) distance between her and Mason, she addressed the cockblocker in front of her.

"I'm sure you've done worse in public Lockwood, in fact, you have, so kindly go somewhere that's not here and mind yours."

Tyler clutched his chest in feigned shock, "Wow, shot down by the power couple twice in one day, if I didn't know any better I'd think y'all didn't like me third-wheeling."

Bonnie scoffed, "We don't."

"We could do without you if you don't mind."

Outnumbered, Tyler proceeded to somewhat dejectedly walk away, a smirk still present on his face though, "Fine, just remember to use protection and don't stay out too late after this!" He felt some sort of satisfaction for breaking up the make-out fest he saw from afar while he was listening to Matt complain about his Caroline problems, he didn't know why seeing the couple so out and in the open bothered him, but it had him feeling on edge and annoyed, honestly. Regardless, he chose not to dwell on it anymore, chalking it up to the reason being his male pms-ing he randomly went through every month and not his underlying feelings for Bonnie. At this point, he just wanted to take his mind off of it with another warm body, one that can magically replace the thought of the other warm body that was in his bed, room, and shower earlier. Sighing, he trudged out the water and made his way over to Aimee Bradley, hopefully her rejection from Matt making her open to being his distraction from the pair currently making their way over to Mason's Jeep, giggling and talking in hushed whispers.

Looking at them, Tyler realized he had it bad and he seriously didn't know what to do.


After (reluctantly) dropping his partner off at her home, Mason Lockwood prepared for his transition during the full moon tonight, the moon settling in the darkness before he even registered it. He was more distracted today than he would usually be on a full moon, all the reasons pointing to his overwhelmingly irresistible new girlfriend and his dimwit nephew, the need to claim her as his mate was overpowering, and he was so close to doing it tonight, but, even if he was a wolf Mason still had manners, it wasn't right to imprint on her without telling her that he's a lycanthrope. (although the suspicion probably wasn't lost on her thanks to her alliance? with the wretched Salvatore brothers.) So, he refrained, for the time being.

Tyler made all of this even more insufferable, Mason knew he was taking a chance even dating the young witch, age difference aside, but the simple fact that Tyler's locked-up wolf had something towards Bonnie that's clearly been there since they were kids, was risky, and frankly, stupid. But after their first night, the older Lockwood couldn't help himself, by that point the animal inside wanted out, wanted Bonnie and he didn't care whether or not Tyler made his mark. He was sure nothing would happen between them without Tyler triggering the curse, anyway. Atleast, that's what comforted him the most to think about.