The First Date
Chapter 2
Bonnie McCullough woke up at 3pm saying "Damn, I missed class." Opening her eyes to see the fancy bedroom, she said, "Oh yeah, I don't have class..." To be honest, she didn't know if it was a good thing or not.
Taking out her diary, she wrote about how the last 3 days had been. With a Cheshire smile, she even thought of the idea of counting the sweet moments and wrote in the next page: Moment #4.
She got out of bed, dressed, and decided to see if Elena was awake. Well, she did anyways, until she passed by Stefan's incredibly huge study. It was wrong and she knew it. But she just couldn't help but press her ear to the door and listen to Stefan talking in Italian.
Then he abruptly stopped talking and to her surprise, opened the door with a face that tells her, "I know you where listening." She shrugged off the feeling that he was a killer since he had probably did shoot down a few people in his life.
Bonnie then realized that he was on the phone with Damon and stared at the Caller ID picture Stefan had set on his phone for Damon.
Stefan coughed lightly.
"Ohh...Uh, why do you want to know?" Bonnie stuttered, apparently flushed at the fact that she was being a busybody.
"We are going on a flight to Italy. So, you allergic to anything?"
"No." She answered. Stefan smiled politely at her and pushed her back to her room, telling her to pack now, before returning to the call. Stefan may looked like he didn't mind, but if Bonnie were to lean on his door or listen in on his conversations again he would talk to Damon about putting her on a leash.
"That's definitely still going into Moment #4." Bonnie thought to herself.
Later on, Elena and Bonnie sat on her bed, listening to the maid talk as they packed her stuff into what looked like a bulletproof suitcase.
"I have never seen Master Damon and Master Stefan in one room without trying to kill each other since they left for military school." The old maid grinned at them, face crinkling. "It's good to see that they sucked it up and became real brothers. You girls did good."
Elena was about to ask why before Stefan coughed politely at he doorway.
'Damn, thats the second time today.' thought Bonnie.
"We ready?"
Elena laughed when they had to drag their suitcase down to the livingroom, just like they did when they left school. Bonnie just grinned, happy to see her best friend not being sad at the memory, unlike her. As they went down they almost let go of he suitcases when they saw two half-dressed men.
"Antonio, help them." Damon looked at the two girls at the stairs. He smirked and his brain was also smirking when Bonnie flushed a bright red as she walked to him.
"Where did you go this evening?" Bonnie asked, trying very hard not to ask "Where's your shirt?" Not that she wanted him to put one back on, anyways.
Yes, she was very attracted.
"Business." Damon said casually, strapping on a black bulletproof vest before wearing his usual dress shirt. Damon restrained his laugh when he saw that her eyes, finally, looked up to his face.
"Here, take your shirt off and wear it." He handed over a vest to her.
He mentally slapped himself before Bonnie gave him a look that she was going to slap him. 'Dear brain, why didn't you remember that she was a woman?'
"In the toilet." Antonio added quickly and loudly. He was aware that Bonnie was pretty but if Damon wanted that then heck, do it somewhere else. Plus, he is a married man and isnt willing to betray his wife.
"Of course." Damon tried to mask his stupidity.
Elena looked up at Stefan, who was putting in a couple of silver revolvers into his gun holster.
"Do we have to wear it?"
"I wouldn't wind my sweetheart to get hurt, now would I?" Stefan smiled when Elena looked away to smile. Damon was listening very intently into their conversation and he snorted. Stefan pretended he didn't hear anything.
**Beep Beep**
Damon and Stefan hated this part of flying.
"Sir, please take out all accessories, metallic items or coins." The woman said.
"Let the men through." said an uptight old man wearing an Airport Manager" shirt. "I'll check them."
Damon smirked at the security lady as she scowled at them.
"Pocket knife, a couple of revolvers, cigaret lighter and bulletproof vest." The old man muttered as he checked them. "If I wasnt a friend of your father then you would be in jail."
Elena and Bonnie walked up to them at the end, with flushed cheeks after having to convince the security lady that they weren't wearing the vest, just merely a metallic bra, in front of the other security men. The boys laughed as the girls told them the story during the walk to the airplane.
"Mr and Mrs Salvatore, this way please." Said the very pretty brunette stewardess and Stefan noted how she pushed away the flirt tone she usually had.
Damon on the other hand, tried to push away the smell of the airplane. The first class room was a mixture of different perfumes from all eight passengers and it clashed with his, making him feel less charismatic. But the perfume he got Bonnie still stayed and he hated the looks she was getting away from all the men who were eyeing her.
The plane seats were three-seaters that faced another pair, kind of like in the train, only bigger and had a grade-A table in between that had nuts, wine and magazines. And also an extremely cute guy with the lightest pair of blue eyes Bonnie had ever seen.
"Um, can you move in?" Bonnie asked the guy.
"Always a pleasure to see the Salvatore brothers." The guy said with a thick British accent. He raised an eyebrow and was clearly not pleased that he was simply ordered like that.
"Likewise, Klaus." Damon faked a smile and before asking him nicely if he could move in. Bonnie sat next to him cautiously when Damon suddenly held her hand.
Stefan swallowed hard at the scene before him, Elena and Antonio sat on the other side. This was going to go badly if they said the wrong things and he was already feeling he was going to die because they forgot to brief the girls about who he is and, Klaus could charm any woman from a mile away. Especially girls who were about to marry.
"They are our wives." Damon said abruptly. Klaus respected married ladies, and Damon was going to take that advantage.
"Didnt invite me to the wedding?" Klaus challenged, seeing that Bonnie didn't wear anything on her wedding finger.
"It was a wedding in Vegas. We'll invite you our other wedding so that you can see the rings." Stefan chimed in, his head on high alert.
Klaus leaned back and accepted it. He reached out for a drink and Elena raised her eyebrows at his black gloves.
"Sweetie, it's not good to stare at the hands of a man who kills." Klaus taunted.
Damon kicked Stefan from under the table.
"No," Elena protested, "It's actually OK." She looked at Stefan.
"Hm, it looks like your girl doesn't mind you killing. It's nice that you finally found your dream woman instead that pile of shit that comes with the name Katherine." Klaus smirked.
"God, will you ever shut up?" Damon growled, immediately regretting after it came out.
Klaus actually did shut up. But only because he planned to do something later.
A/N: Cliffhangers are awesome. And also, sorry for being MIA for awhile. Now it's finally holiday and I can update sooner :D Huge thanks to David Fishwick and Bamonislove!