Hello all! Finals are over today is literally the first day of the new semester for me. A day ago, one of my favorite stories ended. Because that writer had sort of lost her passion for the story, she wrote a sort of quickly epilogue and that it was it. Her story had 400 comments on it. Like, shit, it happens to the best of us. I realized that multi chapter stories will have some if us losing it half way through. And I don't want that to happen here. And holy shit, how was the BAMON HUG?! It raised my spirits!

23rd Bite

Bonnie and Damon had routines. Damon made breakfast, Bonnie made dinner. Damon was pop-rock and Bonnie was rap but both silently agreed that En Vogue was for the both of them. Routines helped. In fact, Damon was sure it's what kept Bonnie sane this entire time.

They always did the grocery shopping together. It didn't matter how much they argued. It never crossed their minds to go alone or separately. Why would they, if they just be together. Routines.

"OK, so what do we need?" Bonnie held her pen to a small piece of paper.

"Milk, eggs, butter, flour," Damon said with a cup of coffee to his lips. He'd never been the biggest fan of caffeine but if Bonnie was going to stay up late then he was going to have to be caffeinated to get through the day. He never considered just going to sleep if she was going to be up. Besides, he had a feeling that if he tried to sleep before her, she'd just nag him awake again.

"Strawberries, Bananas," Bonnie added. "Oranges, Bread…"

"Whole wheat," he chimed.

Bonnie chuckled. "Whole wheat. Tomatoes, rice…"

"Black and brown," Damon said.

Bonnie shrugged. "Black and brown rice it is. Anything else, Mr. Gluten-free?"

Damon sneered but said nothing.

"Great. But we really need a car. For someone with the strength of a dozen men you sure do know how to let a lady carry 30 pounds of groceries back to the house."

"Fine, we'll hotwire you a damn car, let's go!" Damon snatched the grocery list from Bonnie's hand and led the way out to the street.

"Something family friendly, please."

Damon stopped short in the road, confused. "We don't have a family." He'd be a terrible father, Damon thought quickly. His only example of parenthood was his own father, Giuseppe, and everyone knows how that ended. A bloody mess.

"I know that," Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Family cars have more space."

"But they don't look good," he argued.

"We're the only ones who exist. Unless you're trying to look good for me, then get a family car!"

"You should hotwire your own car of that's how you feel," Damon said before speeding down the street.

Bonnie waited. At Damon's insisting, she stopped counting the days they'd been together. It only made her miserable and they knew that. He couldn't get her to stop trying at her magic though but sometimes days went by without bothering at all. Instead, they argued about difference between a pot and a pan.

"You fry things in a pan, Damon. You can't fry your eggs in a pot!"

"I can fry whatever I want in a pot, Bon-Bon. The only difference is what you call it."

"They serve two different purposes."

"What sort of brainwashing has public schools put you through?"

Without meaning to, Bonnie found herself smiling a little. Damon was annoying as hell but everyday there was at least something new to talk about and something new to say.

"Hey little Birdy," Damon smirked as he drove up to Bonnie in a stolen red convertible. "Looking for a ride?"

"This isn't a family car." She crossed her arms.

"There's plenty of space in the trunk. If you didn't eat like a walrus then we wouldn't need 30 pounds of food."

Bonnie glared at the vampire. "What did you just call me?"

Damon sucked his teeth and forced a smile. "What I meant to say was that we don't need a family car without an actual family. This car is just fine for the two of us." Damon ran his hands over the sleek steering wheel.

Bonnie got in the car. "Call me a walrus again I'll destroy you."

Damon chuckled, "touché."

At the grocery store, they moved down the aisles and Damon read the grocery list out loud to Bonnie who grabbed the items from the shelves. They never took anything that wasn't already on the list to. Their everyday lives were set this way and prison world circumstance aside; it wasn't an everyday that they hated—not really. Days in irritation, nights in confessions and honesty, grocery shopping, breakfast, dinner, bickering. Pots and pans. As painful as it was, not dying alone made this at least bearable. Neither of them was alone and was thankful.

"And look! It all fit!" Damon exclaimed has Bonnie put the last bag in the trunk of their newish car.

"You're annoying."

"And you're cute as a button when you don't have a comeback." Damon booped her on the nose and Bonnie scoffed at the gesture.

"Come on, let's go," Bonnie got in the passenger seat.

"Let's go then," Damon got behind the wheel and drove off at a terribly fast speed.

Later that night, Damon watched Bonnie cooking in the kitchen. This was usual. This was the routine. Bonnie looked the same as the day before but tonight just felt different. When was the last he fed on her? It's been a while. He almost went overboard last time, it made him nervous.

"What?" Bonnie said looking up from the stove.

"What?" Damon repeated.

Bonnie stared for a second before shaking her head at the vampire in realizing. "You can feed if you want to."

"You're tired and lightheaded."

"I'm actually none of those things. I was tired and lightheaded after drinking all night but that was over a week ago."

Damon said nothing.

"Damon, you don't have to drink my blood. It's definitely not on the list of things I love doing with you but I'd rather you bite me than stare. You're giving me goose bumps."

Damon stood then. Bonnie's approval meant something to him. He liked having her permission to her body. He liked that she wasn't afraid.

"Bennet," Damon said mockingly.

"Salvatore," Bonnie spat back as Damon filled her personal space.

"Bennet," Damon said again and even though Bonnie couldn't see his face as it was buried in her neck, she was sure she sure her last name was being said through a cunning smile.

Salvatore.

I like the idea of Bonnie and Damon calling each other by their last name. It makes me feel good, and I hope this chapter made you feel good and that it helped with the wait before we get another Bonnie episode, 3/12! Questions? Comments?