Chapter 2

And that was how she found him at the Mystic Grille.

Bonnie walked into the Mystic Grille to grab some food when she spotted Damon on a barstool aimlessly staring at the drink in his hand, which she assumed was bourbon. Well, at least it wasn't some innocent co-ed.

While Bonnie and Damon were not friends, she had begrudgingly learned to accept his presence. Apparently it was a package deal - allowing Stefan to live in Mystic Falls meant letting Damon live as well. Being a witch, Bonnie knew that if either of them stepped too far over the line, she would have to deal with them.

Looking at Damon in that moment, she knew that whatever was bothering him was big. Already an argument was taking place in her mind. It's Damon. There's always something wrong. True, but what if you can help? Again, it's Damon. There's nothing anybody can do to help. Okay, you may be right. But, you're still going to walk over to him and act like you care. Do it for the innocent co-ed he has yet to bite. With a quiet growl, she knew her conscience had won yet again. Why was she cursed to be such a good person?

With a determined nod, she made her way towards Damon.

"Deigning to talk to me, Judgey? What, lose a bet? Or maybe your bff, Elena sent you over here to check on me?"

"No one sent me. I just wanted to make sure you weren't doing something completely irresponsible." And as his questions registered, "why would Elena send me to look for you?"

"She didn't tell you?" he asked with genuine shock.

"Obviously not. So, what happened?"

"She made her choice."

"Oh. Well, you knew she loved Stefan."

"Why do you assume her choice was Stefan?"

"Because you're sitting here," and for emphasis, she added "alone."

"For your information, Bonbon, she didn't choose Stefan…"

She waited for him to continue because there had to be more to the story.

"She couldn't choose between us."

"What? No! She can't do that."

Smirking with actual humor, Damon commented, "That's exactly what I said."

Surprised that she would actually agree with Damon on anything, Bonnie didn't know what to say after that. Luckily, she was saved from having to respond when she heard her stomach grumbling. Oh yeah, I did come here for food. I'm really hungry now.

"Well, bye." She mumbled to Damon as she looked for an empty table so she could eat her dinner in peace.

Locating a table in the opposite corner, she headed in that direction. Once she found her seat, she browsed the menu; in case something looked better than what she already intended to order – a cheeseburger and fries. That's when she noticed, she was not alone. She had company.

"What are you doing, Damon?"

"I figured you could use some company."

"No. I'm good."

"Are you sure? I'm great eye candy."

"I'm sorry. Weren't you wallowing a minute ago? Go back to that. Please don't let me stop you."

"No. I'm over it."

"But, you shouldn't be. You should be dwelling."

"Oh, little witch, just give it up. I'm not going anywhere. Besides, I think you're the perfect person."

"I'm not."

"You don't even know what I think you're perfect for."

"Doesn't matter. Whatever it is, I'm not."

He continued as if he didn't hear the last part. "I've decided you're the perfect person to help me get over Elena."

Stupid, stupid conscience, Bonnie thought. Look at what has happened. 10 minutes ago, all I wanted was something to eat. Maybe hear some good gossip and check out the hot waiter. Now, food is a forgotten entity because I'm blown away by the crazy, psychotic vampire in front of me.

"Excuse me?" Maybe she had heard him wrong. Maybe he was just messing with her. At least, that's what she hoped was happening.

"My little Bonbon," Damon sighed with a slight shaking of his head, "you heard what I said. You're going to help me move on."

"Move on?" Bonnie asked, perking up slightly. "You want me to stake you?"

"Of course not. Don't be so grim. There's still a lot I can offer the world. I mean, have you looked at me lately? No, no. Until my feelings for Elena have passed, I need someone to…"

Bonnie cautiously waited for him to complete his thought. She was sure whatever he was going to say, she would not like it.

"- focus on."

Sure enough, she didn't like what he had to say. Mentally kicking herself, should've ordered a pizza.

So, that's what I have so far. Not quite sure where I'm going with this or if I should even continue. Thoughts or comments?