I'd like to acknowledge Rudy Hopkins, the St. Johns and Abby Bennett-Wilson's parenting skills. All potholes and inconsistencies are their doing.
Shout out to Crash, guest *wink* and The Sushi Monster thanks for reading and reviewing
Credit to The Sushi Monster for saying, that Enzo being Damon's #1 Stan was his biggest flaw.
Bonnie was a good person. She wasn't a shy quiet girl, who wrote in her journal and watched the world go by. No, she was Amelia Bennett's great grand-daughter. Like Amelia, the anti-war activist, Bonnie was known for standing up for what was right. She was the one who was organising fundraising events and doing volunteer events around Mystic Falls. Rudy had encouraged this aspect of her maternal heritage, whilst looking down on the Bennett Boutique, a franchise that sold fair trade herbs, spices and books about spirituality.
According to Rudy, the Boutique only peddled snake oil and mumbo jumbo and thus made sick people sicker and that people needed science not faith. Rudy had been encouraging Bonnie ever since she could talk, to be a good public speaker and to eventually study political science like him so that she could follow in his footsteps. He intended to make the Mystic Falls Mayorship a family business. Bonnie had been taught from a young age that she had two options when it came to a career, either become a Mayor like her cousin Regina Mills and her father, or marry one like her mother.
Bonnie was starting to regret giving Elena and Caroline state of the art Network enabled phones. Elena, because she wasn't using it to keep in touch with her and Caroline for sending her nonsensical messages which made her wish that she was illiterate.
Bonnie stared in distaste at all the eggplant emojis. It was too early in the day for this. She shook her head and took in the room she was in. It was very dark and dull. It didn't feel so cold and forbidding at night. She glared at the streak of sunlight assaulting her eyes.
Bonnie gathered up what little motivation she had and gingerly crawled out of bed. Her eyes landed on a guitar. Ever since Bonnie was a little girl all she wanted to do was be a singer and be on teen idol. However her father quickly killed that dream by restricting her access to TV and not allowing her to even take music as an after school option. He did suggest she join the church choir.
The way the sunlight landed on the guitar felt like a sign. Perhaps she would discover her hidden musical genius in this strange weekend? She was no longer dependent on her father she could theoretically start a musical career if she wanted. She had started a journalism degree, dropped it and tried psychology she was half way through both degrees and was at a crossroads. She'd pursued journalism to be with Caroline who was going to be a news presenter, they would be an unbeatable team.
However, after a bout of unimpressive grades, Bonnie was sent to Camille O'Connell, the university counselor. After a couple of sessions Bonnie was asked to look within herself and ask herself if journalism was her life's passion.
Bonnie knew her passion was music but it wasn't in Rudy's plans for her, so she opted for psychology just to get Camille off her back. Bonnie had been shocked when she was presented with a gold medal for a research paper she had written about the origin of witches in society, making a link between the supernatural explanations the mind came up with to justify violence against women. Camille had just smiled when Bonnie had told her about the award and told her that she was proud of her.
Bonnie's paper detailed how the term was used to dispossess widows who were beyond child bearing age to steal their land. She also spoke about the medicalisation of childbirth and how male dominated biomedicine had used the term witch to take childbirth away from traditional village healers.
During the award ceremony after her lecturer Alaric Saltzman had introduced her and gushed about her insight and connection to the women she had written about and how detailed she'd been in bringing them to life how he'd never read a paper that channeled the subject's so realistically, he'd asked her to give a speech to accept her award. She had joked that she was psychic, no one had laughed.
Bonnie flopped back into the bed that felt like it was made of clouds. Bonnie stared at the ceiling, she had 5 unread emails from Camille, the woman was relentless.
Speaking of relentless blondes. She was just about to compose a message to Caroline, a strongly worded message reminding the blonde that she needed to check out of the hotel and to bring their luggage to the cabin in her SUV. Bonnie cursed as she accidentally discarded her message in surprise when one from Caroline popped up on her screen.
CaroF: Where are you?
Bonnie started typing
CaroF: Neck kissing feels like heaven but makes me want to sin.
"Aren't you always ready to sin though?" Bonnie wrote then discarded the message.
CaroF: Where are you?
Bonnie frowned at the screen, pursing her lips, then she realised she had no earthly idea where she was. She was shaken out of her thoughts by a new message on the screen.
CaroF: Don b made but I told Enzo he cud call me Caroline. It was totes kinda weird wen he was screaming your name.
Bonnie just blinked at the text appearing rapidly, her heart pounded, her breathing getting shallower by the second.
"You what?!" she typed back.
CaroF: Yeah I told Enzo I wanted 2 try role play n he was so super totes amazing he totally went for it, insisted I call him Tyler, It was soooo super hot! Like I was me prentending tobe me
"Yeah Caroline, fantastic job! This won't blow up in our faces in any way," Bonnie typed angrily, surprised at her lack of typos considering how quickly she typed.
CaroF: I'm sooo glad ure cool with it! anyway could you called the hotel n say i won't be checking out 2day? Thnks Ben love. you awe you heaps BYE!
Bonnie was livid, first of all, Caroline was oblivious to sarcasm in written form, she opened up her bank app and paid for a Monday morning check out. Second of all, she was actually paying for a room so that Caroline could screw Enzo St John's brains out. Thirdly, Caroline didn't even use proper grammar nor spell her name correctly. She heard a bump and a muffled voice saying "Bollocks!"
Bonnie smiled despite her anger, the only good thing to come out of this disastrous weekend was meeting Tyler Lockwood. She opened her, "Habitat" app and updated it saying that she had been at the Whitmore Hotel since Friday, her app beeped angrily with her screen flashing red. The phone blinked green once, as her location since Friday updated, Whitmore, the cafe, the hotel, the club and, Saturday showed her at the Salvatore Estate. Enzo must be renting the cabin from the Salvatore's she mused, they were a reclusive lot who owned a lot of real estate.
Bonnie closed her eyes and took in the heavenly aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She tiptoed to the door and pushed it open watching Enzo at work in the kitchen unaware that he had an admiring audience. Bonnie was amazed at how at home he looked, Bonnie wondered if she ever looked this at home in Elena's kitchen. She felt sad comparing Tyler and Enzo's relationship to the one she'd had with Elena. Maybe she could have the same type of relationship with Caroline? If Caroline ever decided to come out of the hotel room where she was banging Enzo like a drum, no doubt.
"Good morning sleeping beauty," Enzo greeted Bonnie, his resolution to confess his deception flew out of his head. He'd been memorising his speech, punctuating the story with humour, even telling her some of his past to help her understand why he hadn't been honest about his identity. Considering how his only relationship had been with Maggie, he was a novice at this relationship thing.
"I hate you," she informed him, walking over with a sullen expression. She felt guilty about sleeping in but she didn't want to think about how brazenly she'd marched into his room and suggested that they share a bed. So she decided to distract him with something other than their sleeping arrangement. She also did not want to talk about how grabby she'd been during their tickle fight. She also did not want him to mention how she'd clung to him during sleep. She'd woken up when he did but she pretended to be asleep when he carefully extracted himself from her embrace. She was so thankful that it was the crack of dawn that the room was not well lit or he'd have seen her blushing from head to toe.
His smile disappeared, and like any good masochist he asked, "Why?" He started wondering if he had woken her up with one of his nightmares and terrified her? No, he had not had a better night's sleep than the one he had with her by his side.
"I have a marching band in my head and you look like you just walked off a runway," Bonnie found it comical how quickly his facial expressions changed, the grin returned, Bonnie matched it with one of her own.
"I get drunk fast and I sober up fast," Enzo told Bonnie looking at her as if he was seeing her for the very first time, it was kind of flattering and confusing at once.
"You have to tell me your secret," Bonnie told him, not that she intended to drink with Mary Louise ever again.
"A long story love, not breakfast table appropriate," Enzo's voice wavered a bit, something about his house guest was unravelling him, he'd kept everything under control for so long. He was torn, he wanted to come clean to her, not just about lying about being Tyler but about his past, all of it. He knew the risk was huge, he may never see her again. "Speaking of, would you be interested in joining me for breakfast?" Enzo asked hopefully.
"Yeah sure just give me a moment," Bonnie retraced her steps, impressed with the earthy feel of the cabin. After brushing her teeth, she ran a brush through her hair and returned to the kitchen.
Enzo watched Bonnie rummage through his kitchen, she looked like an unlucky burglar.
"You could simply ask me what you are looking for," he said amused at the determination on her face
"You could also simply be quiet and let me do my thing," she informed him annoyed at how high the shelves were.
"You are so incredibly short," Enzo commented which caused her to pause her search to glare at him.
"And you are so incredibly annoying," she frowned, it's the headache talking she told herself she wasn't this sassy, actually a voice that sounded like a stuffed bear would, said no you actually are always like this.
"What are you making anyway? I assure you, my breakfast fare is legendary," he was worried that the food would get cold and not impress the girl he'd grown so fond of.
Bonnie twisted around to regard Enzo, "my great grandmother's hangover cure, some would say it's a witch's brew." She suppressed a smile as she read the read the Harry Potter font on his apron, it had a Jessica Rabbit styled witch with green skin and black hair.
"Is it more alcohol?" Enzo asked distracting her from his embarrassing apron, that Sarah had bought from some new age store called Bennett's Boutique.
"You wish" after a few minutes of searching she raised a small bottle in triumph
"Nutmeg?" he commented as he walked up to her
"No peeking," she admonished him, "shoo this is a family recipe so no peeking!" she covered his eyes with her hands
"My apologises," he said and went back to leaning on the counter, when he had children he wanted them to have family recipes and his collection of guitars.
Bonnie picked up her brownish green drink and walked towards the framed photograph that had caught her eye when she had gone to freshen up. A woman dressed in black was seated in the chair with a young girl in her lap, the sad looking woman was surrounded by 3 dark haired boys and a dark haired girl. Bonnie was drawn to the boy who was trying to hide behind the woman.
"He looks like the Augustine Vampire," Bonnie murmured almost dropping her drink when she caught the look on Enzo's face. He honestly looked like he'd seen a ghost. "What?" she asked when he didn't respond but stood frozen in place staring at her.
Enzo's eye twitched. He had super sensitive hearing but clearly his mind was playing tricks on him. There was no bloody way this small town girl who read trashy badly written books knew his secret. There was no earthly way anyone knew about his connection to the St Augustine Orphanage.
She took a sip of her drink, "Oh don't you judge me for bringing up the word vampire when you're literally wearing an apron that says, 'get a taste of religion eat out a witch'."
"Right, yes uh how do you know… uh what is the Augustine Vampire exactly?" Enzo asked throat so dry that he couldn't even lighten the mood with one of his smiles or chuckles.
Something was off. Bonnie felt a bit uneasy, so she took another sip, which made her feel marginally better, "In Ethics class, we had a case study about this orphanage in England called St Augustine's. It was so badly documented it was more an urban myth than a case study," Bonnie added the disclaimer, from her experience no one believed that St Augustine stories of abuse nor that the Augustine Vampire had ever existed.
Bonnie stopped talking when Enzo abruptly turned away from her. Enzo felt clammy, he felt like he couldn't breathe, he gulped wildly, he had to get it under control. This was moving too fast, she had thrown him into a tailspin. This was not how he had imagined the morning. He would feed her and then confess the mix-up, she would be surprised, she would yell and then in a few weeks maybe she'd forgive him. She was not meant to bring up the orphanage she was not meant to know any of that.
"Are you okay, Tyler?" Bonnie asked Enzo's back hesitantly, worried that she'd somehow offended him, he was acting strange all of a sudden.
"Yeah, the foods getting a bit cold, but do go on," he called over his shoulder flashing her a weak smile.
Bonnie, paused worried that he hadn't called her "love", "They were experimenting on the children. The kids were considered throwaway children, they were treated like lab rats. It was going on for decades till, a social worker from America exposed them…"
"Ah, sounds like a brave woman," Enzo interrupted her, his knuckles white as he gripped the back of one of his heavy intricately carved ornate chairs. He pretended to wave away some non-existent flies away from the table.
"I don't know about brave, but apparently the worst tests were done on a boy, no one knows his name but he's known as the St Augustine Vampire. He was kept in complete darkness. When he was rescued, his reaction to natural sunlight was to scream in pain like he was burning," she hated telling the story but once she started she couldn't stop, she remembered the quote on Tyler's profile, cringing.
"Ah, orphans a fun bunch," Enzo quipped, running a hand down his face.
Then it hit her like a slap in the face, she rushed over to him and hugged him from behind, "Tyler, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. I should've made the connection!"
Enzo froze, the only person who had hugged him in recent memory was Caroline and she was doing it again. He forced his mind to focus not on the girl hugging him, but his childhood. No, Lillian had made sure that no one would ever connect him to that dreadful place. No, this was not happening, the first time he'd ever felt close to happy... since Maggie and Damon's pairing off... would his past never stop haunting him?
"You grew up in an orphanage too, I'm so sorry, this must be bringing back unpleasant memories I can stop..." Bonnie said letting go of him so that she could apologise face to face.
"No, no it's quite all right. After all I'm not this Augustine Vampire you speak of," Enzo said with a forced short laugh.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, perfectly certain that I would know if I wanted to drink blood and avoid garlic," Enzo pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Like you said, not breakfast appropriate, feel free to tell me to stop at any time, the, the boy he was subjected to torture really, sense deprivation, shock therapy you name it." Bonnie said hoping to wind up the story, heart heavy at her lack of tact. Yes what was next Bonnie? Telling a dirty nun joke to an actual nun?
"What... happened to him," Enzo asked noticing Bonnie had fallen silent, he had finally gotten a hold of himself. He had a morbid curiosity to find out what other people thought actually happened to him.
"He died when the Orphanage caught fire, reports say that the American Social Worker set it on fire when the authorities refused to let her adopt the boy, apparently and they died in each other's arms in the inferno."
"That was a rather bleak tale, perhaps we should eat, I'm famished," Enzo flashed her a winning smile. He was rather partial to an alternate ending where he actually turned into a bat and flew away.
"Yeah I just wish he'd lived you know," Bonnie always felt a like the story needed an alternate ending, "that she'd been able to adopt him that he could grow up, fall in love, feel some happiness and joy instead of..."
"Falling in love is overrated, love," Enzo said interrupting her and handing her a plate.
"You're not in any position to judge, Tyler. You did find love this poor boy..." Bonnie shuddered involuntarily cradling her plate to her chest.
"The boy, he really got to you…" his voice was heavy with emotion, Bonnie tore her eyes away from his and glanced back at the photo, her instincts were screaming something at her in a language that she did not understand.
Enzo cleared his throat, the spell was broken instantly, Bonnie smiled at him uncertain about this strange energy between them, she'd heard the term "nothing is all as it seems," it described what was happening between them perfectly.
"Come let's eat," he said softly, pulling out her chair for her.
She sat down, giving him a tight smile as he walked to the other side of the table. There was something off about him, he looked like he had the world on his shoulders, so she decided to marinate with him in silence.
"Caroline," Enzo began, trying to knit his thoughts into sentences that would make sense, when spoken out loud.
"Yes?" Bonnie asked eagerly, happy to break the awkward painful silence between them.
"I'm I… I made a decision last night there's something I have to tell you and I fear it is going to get even more complicated the longer I wait," it was now or never, he would bite the bullet and just blurt it out let the chips fall where they may.
Bonnie could see the internal struggle etched on his face, she was brave so she decided to go first. "I have something to say as well. I really thought this weekend would be a horrible waste of time and my energy. I'm glad I met you and this has been fun. You are the first friend I have made in years." She debated whether to tell him that she was Bonnie and not Caroline, but seeing the soft way he was looking at her she wanted him to keep looking at her just like that.
"I find that hard to believe you're awfully good company," Enzo said, honestly, sadness enveloping him.
"Mystic Falls is tiny so it is hard to make friends with people but like I was saying, I appreciate everything you've done for me and I'm going to take you up on your offer and stay here one more night. If that's still okay with you." She ended with a smile. Yes she didn't want him to call her a liar and kick her out just yet, it had been a while since someone had shown her so much kindness and not just use her for her father's money or power.
"Yes, definitely you can stay here as long as you want Caroline. I mean it." He loved the idea of spending more time with her.
"Okay good because I haven't had this much fun in like forever." The last time she'd had any fun was when she Caroline and Elena had a sleepover. "It's sad and pathetic really anyway that's my confession you're officially my fourth friend in the entire world, your turn," she grinned at him, elbows on the table. Bonnie decided if she had to lie for a little while longer to keep this feeling of being connected to Tyler Lockwood, she would be Caroline till this Sunday. She would come clean before she left for Mystic Falls.
"I…" Enzo took in a deep ragged breath wondering how to tell her the truth, he'd never had this much trouble telling the truth before.
"Wait. If the thing you're going to tell me is going to ruin my appetite or make me run screaming from your house because you are serial murderer can you wait until I have eaten some of everything you've made?" Bonnie asked with her best poker face.
He closed his mouth and nodded.
When he didn't protest, Bonnie felt validated that she'd done the right thing, he was obviously struggling with something and she didn't want to push him. She was absolutely certain that he wasn't a serial murderer. Well 90% certain anyway. Bonnie chose a scone and sliced it in half. When took a bite of a warm buttermilk scone she decided even if he was a serial murderer she didn't care till after she was done eating.
She reached over the table and started piling her plate like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter. The variety of food it made her think of weekends with her Grandmother when she had lived in Mystic Falls. Rudy was barely a father, Abby had run away to live her own life. Grams was all Bonnie had and she would cook amazing food just like this, the smells and the feelings reminded her of a more innocent time in her life, a time of peace and family.
"This is really good Martha Stewert," Bonnie told him raising her coffee at him with respect.
Enzo laughed, feeling pride at her appreciation of his cooking. He missed cooking for his family. After Lily's murder the Salvatore family had fallen apart. Damon was the oldest, but in his grief the role of eldest children fell to Nora. Stefan and Damon ended up choosing each other and closing themselves off to Nora and Enzo. With Sarah pretending that she wasn't a Salvatore, going by her mother's maiden surname Nelson. The family was torn apart even further when Damon and Maggie were matched up. Enzo missed his family, but watching Bonnie across the table gave him the same sort of feeling of belonging when it was just Lily, his brothers and his sisters and him.
Bonnie was fascinated at how he was cutting up his food, how he prepared each bite before it reached his mouth. She was watching his hands like a hawk. Bonnie caught herself staring at his lips. She shook her head hoping he hadn't noticed. Eating wasn't a sexual act so why did she feel like a voyeur?
"I think I ate too much," Bonnie groaned and lay on the couch like a beached whale, as Enzo donned his apron and started cleaning up.
"It is customary for the person who has not done the cooking to clean up you know he informed her," he had fully recovered from his fright about her almost discovering his connection to St Augustine.
"Eh," she responded her eyes catching sight of a thick brown book. It was peeking out at her through an open compartment in the base of the coffee table. She grunted and pulled it towards her ignoring the pile of newspapers and takeaway menus she'd displaced, which floated to the floor. She scoffed at the takeaway menus why would someone who could cook that well need takeaway menus? Oh right they were Enzo St. Loser's menus.
She cracked open the book it was an old fashioned photo album. She gasped it had been a long time since she'd seen a photo album. The first photo was of a familiar looking young woman in a wedding dress, the captain said Lillian Salvatore in beautiful calligraphy. She slammed the album shut and shoved it back to its resting place in the coffee table kicking the door shut with her foot.
"What's this?" bonnie asked picking up a red envelope from the department of Marriages and Deeds, was Tyler paired with someone? No, he would have told her, wouldn't he have? She didn't tell him about her red envelope so why should he tell her about his?
"That's Sarah's she's in trouble. Refuses to meet her match." Enzo grinned at Bonnie, "who knows maybe she'll like her match."
"Like Bonnie and Enzo? Match made in heaven." Bonnie scoffed thinking of how messed up the system was, her intended perfect match was getting naked with Caroline.
"Don't be so judgey love, they could surprise us yet, maybe DAMON does work. I know it worked for my brother and his wife."
"Wait the worthless one who stole your girl or… the one with the cute kid?" Bonnie asked relieved that it wasn't his envelope.
"Damon did not steal my girl and Damon's always looked out for me and my…"
"That why he married Maggie? Sorry." Bonnie said not sorry in the least she just couldn't stop herself.
"He thought he was doing the right thing," Enzo thought back to the violent scuffle that took place when Damon had come to explain to him why he had agreed to marry Maggie.
"Why do I feel like you're gonna keep making excuses for him?" Bonnie asked, she hated it when people called her judgy, but she loathed this Damon already.
It wasn't the first time anyone had accused him of being Damon's number one fan and that being his biggest flaw.
Bonnie tossed the envelope onto the coffee table, "This place is so cosy, I can't imagine Enzo living here, maybe a frat house," she could imagine living in a place like this, peaceful earthy and serene. With someone like Tyler, someone she could talk with for hours.
Enzo's phone buzzed, "Excuse me love," Enzo said trying to push Damon out of his head.
Bonnie waved her hand as permission for Enzo to check his phone. When it landed it came into contact with cool glass, Bonnie glanced behind the couch. She knew she shouldn't be snooping but then it wasn't really Tyler's house so he couldn't get mad at her. Not that she could imagine him being mad. He was a cheeseball.
She picked up a framed photograph, it was a teenaged Enzo and Maggie, Bonnie felt a dull pain in her chest, it felt like a betrayal.
"Oi, that's…" Enzo wondered why he had such rotten luck. She'd been stressing him out ever since she got out of bed. The longer he waited to confess the more likely she would respond to it with violence.
"Maggie," Bonnie finished his sentence said looking at the teenagers in the photo, they were kissing. "Tell me about," her Bonnie said softly, wondering if the picture of her and Jeremy was still in her wastebin or had one of the cleaners emptied the bin. She hoped not. She did love Jeremy Gilbert if it weren't for DAMON they would still be together.
It hit Enzo like a ton of bricks, that when it came to the girl sitting on his couch he had no backbone.
"She is a doctor. She loved to take care of everyone. She…" Enzo had a faraway look in his eyes, "she always had a lot of faith in me, she was never cruel, never had a cross word to say to anyone, she was so patient," Enzo trailed off thinking about how she'd been so understanding when he wouldn't hold hands with her how he had run away the first time she'd kissed him or how he'd cried when she'd told him that she loved him. How he'd accused asked her if she'd like a round of applause for her betrayal when she had told him about her being matched with Damon.
"Enough about me, what about you and your bloke?" He still loved Maggie and he was grateful for her being there for him, but he needed to stop thinking of her as the most important person in his life, apart from Damon. He knew that when she was ready he would be willing to be friends with her, anything to have his brother back.
"Well, everyone was pairing off despite being registered on DAMON, I actually don't want to talk about it." She didn't want to tell the story, it just reminded her of how no one ever fought for her except her grams. "I'd rather talk about Maggie and Damon."
Enzo's phone screen lit up, it was Nora. Enzo was starting to think that God existed and that he or she had impeccable timing.
"You going to get that?" Bonnie asked wondering how to ask Tyler why Enzo had photos of him and Maggie behind his couch.
"No, she's probably just going to ask to speak to you, hit on you and Mary Louise will drive over here and be a bitch to both of us," Enzo shook his head, he'd seen this pattern numerous times with Damon's past lovers. But never had Nora been as forward with any of Damon's ex-girlfriends as she had been with the lovely Caroline.
"Your family is so… complicated…" Bonnie felt a figurative itch at the back of her mind, she wanted to know more about Tyler's family. Something was bothering her, why did young Enzo look like the Augustine Vampire. Why was there so much of Tyler in Enzo's house, considering that Sarah lived here not him. And why on earth did that girl in the Lockwood family portrait look like a young Sarah?
"You don't talk much about yours," Enzo butted in, trying to ignore how his family tree was about to get even more complicated due to his persistent detective work.
"We're really, really boring. Trust me," Bonnie thought of her family, Quetsiyah, she was a ruler of a nation, Emily was a powerful woman in the civil war era, Beatrice was said to have saved Mystic Falls from hellfire and damnation, Amelia Bennett an anti-war activist, her grandmother and cousin Lucy ran a successful franchise, Rayna Cruz an Olympic Gold Medallist archer and her family of Mayors.
"I was advised never to trust anyone who said that besides any family you come from must be amazing," Enzo said smoothly.
"Sometimes I'd settle for just ordinary," Bonnie confessed thinking of a traumatic ransom fuelled kidnapping where a boy she'd liked had lured her from the mystic grill and abducted her and left her tied up in a bathtub waiting for her father to pay up. It was around that time that she'd started to use Bennett as her surname instead of Hopkins.
"You could never be ordinary," he was taken aback at how close they were sitting, how their knees were touching and how sad and vulnerable she had looked for a flicker of a moment. He wanted to make her happy that she'd never have to look that sad again.
Bonnie wondered if they were having a moment, all the signs pointed to yes. It was saccharine, there was something dark and poetic about him and the way he spoke and looked at her. But she was smart. She wasn't going to be his rebound girl. She'd become friends with Camille and knew that sometimes rebound girls did end up with a happy ever after with the guy. No, but she wasn't Camille O'Connell and she was not sitting dangerously close to Marcel Gerard but Tyler Lockwood in a secluded cabin.
He cleared his throat and created some distance between them on the couch.
"Oh, but you can trust me," she smiled slyly wondering if flirting with guys was this easy or was it just Tyler Lockwood. Bonnie did have a few crazy relatives, Rayna Cruz and the whole Parker clan. The only ordinary relatives she had were the Donovan's who used to be Maxwells. She shuddered thinking about the Parkers. Bonnie was instantly amused as Enzo moved away, the cheesy frat boy was trying to be a gentleman, it was sort of endearing.
Enzo was certain she was truly a witch as he found himself nodding, she was absolutely bewitching or perhaps she was just so breathtakingly beautiful that he forgot to breathe and just agreed to everything she said due to a lack of oxygen.
Bonnie's phone vibrated, breaking the moment between them. She picked up the phone reluctantly.
CaroF: Pretty sure I saw god when Enzo was on his knees.
"He's just using you for sex Care!" Bonnie was typing furiously hoping to avoid reading the details of what Enzo St. John did with his tongue.
CaroF: itd mutual! Don't hate. Maybe if you let Tyler go downtown you...
Bonnie was blushing so hard that she refused to read the remainder of Caroline's suggestion, Tyler was her friend. He was a nice guy. She did not come to Whitmore to fall in love or in bed. She would just have a nice time with Tyler then go home maybe in a couple of weeks she would reassess the situation and see if there was something between them. They had just been thrown together by extreme forces of nature namely Caroline Forbes and Enzo St. John. Once she was back safe and sound in Mystic Falls she would revisit the Tyler Lockwood situation and calmly make a decision.
"I need to disinfect my phone. I am sure it is pregnant reading about Enzo St John's sexual skills," Bonnie told Enzo, "I'm glad I ate before I checked my messages."
"Let's make a deal, no more phones," Enzo smirked switching his own phone off. Ignoring the wall of text Nora had just sent telling him how Caroline was perfect for him.
"Totally," Bonnie said tossing her phone into the fruit bowl, cringing guiltily as she realised they weren't plastic fruits.
Sorry about all the Marcel and Camille I couldn't resist.