Chapter 4
Bonnie had hoped, wished and prayed that Damon was just joking the other night. Then, she remembered who she was thinking about. This was Damon. He could've been joking. But, he was unpredictable and in that case, probably not joking. But, he was more than likely joking, right? There's no way he could just suddenly be into her, right?
She was starting to drive herself crazy with thoughts of Damon. She was working herself up over nothing. This could all be some crazy plan of Damon's to make me crazy…or some sick revenge. Yeah, that was it. Bonnie was elated that she had figured out Damon's master plan. She decided to reward herself with a trip to the mall. She deserved it.
"Bye Dad. I'm headed to the mall. Be back later," she called out as she headed out the door towards her car. That's when she noticed someone leaning on the passenger side of her.
"Where are we headed, Bonbon?" Damon asked with a crooked smile and a lift of an eyebrow.
Closing her eyes briefly, she hoped he was just a hallucination. But, when she opened her eyes again, Damon still stood there grinning at her. He mentally congratulated himself. This was going to be so easy.
"We're not going anywhere. I'm going out. You can go...well, anywhere as long as it's away from me. May I suggest somewhere sunny and without your ring?"
"Oh, Bonnie, you don't mean that."
"Pretty sure I do."
"My, my, aren't we a little grumpy today. I hope it's not because of what we talked about the other night."
"Of course not," Bonnie replied, chuckling weakly. "I'm just headed out for a while and you're bothering me."
"Don't you want some company?"
"Nope. Not really. Especially not your company."
"Are you sure? I can be lots of fun. Think about it, Bonnie."
Pretending to consider it for a moment, she tapped her chin. "That's true. It's always fun watching you scream in agony while I give you an aneurysm. "
Maybe this wouldn't be easy. But then again, he loved a challenge. "Bonnie, stop being so dramatic. I'm sure there's something about me that you like."
"Yeah, like that time you tried to kill me?"
"But, I didn't. That should count for something."
"Or that time you killed Jeremy?"
"I helped you fake your death so we, emphasis on the we, could stop Klaus."
"Or the time you killed my mother and turned her into a vampire?"
She hadn't forgiven him for that yet. Dang, witches could hold a grudge forever. "I saved your life after Ric almost killed you. Yet, I don't hold that over your head, do I? You're welcome, by the way."
Bonnie knew that there would be no winning an argument with Damon. He felt his actions justified the means. She understood the rationale, but that didn't mean she would ever agree with him.
"I figure that makes us even. I think we should call a truce. Become friends."
Bonnie could only stare at Damon in disbelief. No wonder she always called him the crazy brother. Clearly, he was certifiable. "Not a chance in hell. Everyone you call a 'friend' dies, usually by your hands."
Exasperated by her stubbornness, he gritted out, "Not everything is my fault, Bonnie."
"Oh, that's right," Bonnie retorted, her voice rising with anger. "I forgot you were the saintly brother. You only kill people when there's a reason. You've never made a rash decision with horrific consequences. It's no wonder Elena couldn't pick you over your brother."
Her words had the desired effect. Damon felt as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest. He hated feeling like that and in that moment; he hated Bonnie for making him feel that way. "You're right, Bonnie. You're always right. I'm a remorseless bastard while Stefan is Mr. Perfect. It's not like he went on a killing spree as the Ripper. It's not like his actions brought vampires into you and your friend's life. It's always me. I'm to blame for everything."
A swoosh of air and he was gone. Bonnie could only stand there frozen. As soon as the words left her mouth, she instantly regretted saying them. Damon just had a way of goading her. Going to the mall became a forgotten trip, so Bonnie headed back upstairs to think about what Damon said and why it affected her.
"That was fast." Bonnie heard her father remark.
"Yeah, I opted not to go." She yelled back as she went upstairs to her room and locked her door. Sitting on her bed, she replayed that little scene with Damon in her mind. Was I too harsh? I shouldn't have mentioned the Elena thing; it was too soon. But, he's never even apologized for the crappy way he treats me – or anyone who isn't Elena. Then again, he did save my life. That should count for something. And he wanted a truce – a chance to be a friend. Okay, crazy person, this is Damon. There's always an ulterior motive. Not being crazy. He deserves a second, or third, okay, maybe a fourth chance. No, he's right. If I can move past Stefan the Ripper, I can deal with Damon the Jerk.
Bonnie realized she could try to have a friendship with Damon. After all, he made a few good points. Besides, there were times when he could be a decent vampire. Those were the times she would focus on.
She decided to send him a text. She wouldn't apologize though. She simply sent him: Truce.
Damon heard the chirp of his phone alerting him to an incoming text. He knew it would be Bonnie. With her judgmental nature and self-righteousness, he knew his parting shots would hit home. Opening the text and reading her admitted defeat, he smiled to himself. Maybe this would be easy.
As always, I do not own the characters. They are the property of LJ Smith and CW. I decided Bonnie couldn't let him off the hook without saying something about his past behavior. He's not always nice to her. But, with a definite truce between the two, I think some good things can happen for the pair.
